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2007-10-31 10:26:18 AM  
No such thing.
 
2007-10-31 10:39:07 AM  
Don't haunt me bro!
 
2007-10-31 10:42:15 AM  
I like Turtles
 
2007-10-31 10:43:30 AM  
Long story short? It's a streetlight.
 
2007-10-31 10:53:23 AM  
Damn, I posted my ghost story more than 15 days ago, so I can't cut and paste. I'm not writing it down again.
 
2007-10-31 10:56:12 AM  
Redwing: I like Turtles

I like to make werewolf movies.
 
2007-10-31 10:56:23 AM  
I'm a Ghost Of A Texas Ladies Man
 
2007-10-31 11:13:57 AM  
Closest I ever came to seeing a ghost. So my wife and I moved into our current house about six months ago. The guy we bought it from had lived there since the sixties but his wife had died about 20 years ago. So we are in the process of moving in and I am a big believer in getting your bedroom furniture moved in first and then getting your bed made ect. So we did all that and I went out to the UHaul to bring more crap in and I was bringing something back into the master bedroom and as soon as I walked in the master bedroom door I happened to look to my left to my wife's nightside table and the lamp slid about four inches. I just stood there and stared and I got chills up my spine. I hollered out my wifes name only to hear her say "I am right here". She was under the bed on the far side of the room and she was plugging the lamp into an extension cord and she had pulled it to get some slack.
 
2007-10-31 11:15:10 AM  
Okay, I'll bite. Not really a "ghost" story, but I posted this to a ghost stories newsgroup a very long time ago:

When I was about ten years old, I slept in a "Captain's Bed". It was a bit taller than the usual bed with room for a couple of shelves and a few drawers underneath it. I was prone to tossing and turning when I slept so there would be many a night that I would roll out of bed and be woken up by the meter and a half drop to the floor.

Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes. I screamed and the "thing" scampered away, moving quickly out the door of my room and down the hall. Terrified, I attempted to get back into my bed but something was preventing me from doing so. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between me and my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to compose myself, I realized that I had actually not fallen out of bed at all and that the "wall" was simply the wall of my room that the bed was up against.

Now, I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not but several things I do know:

1. If I did dream the whole thing, then I awoke to find myself standing in bed and sleepclawing at my bedroom wall. This is the only time anything like this has ever happened to me.

2. It did feel as though I had fallen out of bed - something literally jarred me so that I felt I was awake.

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.
 
2007-10-31 11:24:35 AM  
I don't really believe in ghosts per se, but I believe there are preternatural forces as yet unexplained by science. That said, here's my unspooky ghost story:

My wife and I were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing religion, no one else was in the house. During the course of our conversation, we both noticed that the kitchen faucet was running. It had not been running prior to our conversation, and neither of us had noticed it being turned on, but both of us noticed that somehow it was on for no apparent reason. I got up and turned it off. To this day neither of us can explain this. THE END.
 
2007-10-31 11:24:40 AM  
Oh all right (seeing as an earlier thread didn't go green):

We have a summer place *cough* cottage -all right then- trailer in a park with a small lake in the middle. Years ago when my kids were small, we bought a paddle boat and went for a ride across the water. Every time we passed the middle of the lake, my then 3 year old daughter would point to the water saying she could see a boy down there looking at her. We simple thought this was the over-active imagination of a small child.
A few years later, I was talking to one of the park owners and she revealed to me that they used to have a diving dock in the middle of the lake but took it away when a boy struck his head and drowned - right at the spot my daughter saw her `friend'. She's 13 now and avoids that part of the water like the plague.
 
2007-10-31 11:25:59 AM  
I am not sure why, but there is some sort of evil presence that torments the women of my mother's family. My Great-Grandmother died in an insane hospital as a result. As a young child, my mother and my aunt, started being tormented by this evil presence at night after my great-aunt and some others tried practicing black magic in the house. At first, this evil prescence would only just push my mother around. When my mother told her mother about it, her mother did not believe. In a matter of weeks the attacks became more violent, and the evil presences started physically hitting my mother all over her body. It was only after my grandmother saw the bruises from these attacks that she believed.

My grandmother was Catholic and really did not know what to do, so she took my mother to see the nuns for guidance who taught my mother the Lord's Prayer. The nuns told my mother to recite the Lord's Prayer every night before going to bed. The physical attacks stopped after she started reciting the Lord's Prayer each night, but the evil presence would still come around.

There are other people in the family who are also subjected to these attacks, such as my aunt and sister, but they rarely talk to me about them.

The house that my mother, aunt and grandmother lived in had been in the family since the mid-1600's. My great-grandfather always said that the house was haunted, and after my grandfather died, they decided to sell the house because of this "curse". As a bonus, the house was located in Evreux, France, which anyone who knows the origination of the word Goblin, knows it was the name of an evil spirit in Evreux.
 
2007-10-31 11:26:33 AM  
This one time, at Salem band camp...
 
2007-10-31 11:37:40 AM  
SOMETHING MOVED MY BIBLES!

(am i really the only one who remembers this?)
 
2007-10-31 11:38:18 AM  
minoridiot: I am not sure why, but there is some sort of evil presence that torments the women of my mother's family.

...3-5 days per month
 
2007-10-31 11:46:18 AM  
kronicfeld: ...3-5 days per month
...and seem like they are possessed by a demon from the deepest bowels of hell
 
2007-10-31 11:48:11 AM  
TexasPride-...and seem like they are possessed by a demon from the deepest bowels of hell

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a haz ma period
 
2007-10-31 12:24:24 PM  
As a child, a ghost used to visit me at night and douse the front of my pants with something wet. I would wake up in the morning startled to find myself "drenched" down there. Damn you spirits!
 
2007-10-31 12:27:16 PM  
I went college in Valdosta GA, there were rumors of a haunted church out in the cotton fields. So some friends and I went out looking at about 3 am. We found it and when we pulled up we heard organ music. We were sober and we all heard it. To this day I have no explanation for what we heard.

Now the old abandoned Church that supposedly had bleeding walls was a fraud.
 
2007-10-31 12:35:32 PM  
One day I became a Farker
 
2007-10-31 12:35:39 PM  
Subby "Mwah ah ah"

What are you, some kind of retarded Sesame Count von Count?
 
2007-10-31 12:35:49 PM  
One time I took a crap but when I looked for it in the toilet it was gone.
 
2007-10-31 12:36:56 PM  
I caught a ghost once, but I sold it in a jar on eBay.
 
2007-10-31 12:36:58 PM  
Redwing: I like Turtles
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Well, my sister will back me up on this even if no one else will. When we were little, we lived out in the country in Virginia near the NC border. My room was at the end of the hallway on the corner of the house. At this time I was about 7 and my sister was about 4 or 5.

I would always keep the window down in my room because it got unnaturally cold if it was open (even during the spring/summer) One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.

I slammed the window shut and locked it and started screaming for my sister (whose room was right next door and whose window faced the front of the house as well. She ran into my room and looked at me with big eyes and said, "Did you see them?" I asked her what she saw and she said she saw something with red eyes running away from my window on two legs and climb up the tree. She said there were more in the tree. She said she's seen them before.

After that, they never tried to open my window again, but I would see them from time to time until my family outgrew the house and we moved away when I was 10.
 
2007-10-31 12:37:40 PM  
This one time, a ghost spilled beer on the servers.
 
2007-10-31 12:37:51 PM  
Robert Goulet is cooking me dinner as we speak
 
2007-10-31 12:37:59 PM  
I once had the funk of 40,000 years.

/antibiotics
 
2007-10-31 12:38:23 PM  
During one of my ghost hunting sessions back in the day, I had the microrecorder "ripped" from my hand in an abandoned house, where a crotchety, anti-social old woman and her dog passed away years before.
 
2007-10-31 12:38:34 PM  
okay I'll bite........I live a few thousand miles from my family. Since I have been estranged from them for oh 7 or 8 years (long story) needless to say I knew or know nothing about their situation. One fine summer afternoon I start smelling cigarette smoke on and around me. I do not smoke tobacco and live by myself so it is pretty noticeable....This goes on for a few days.....I jump in my car on day and happen to notice an extremely strong odor of cigarettes and it is driving me wild...then I look to the passenger seat and lo and behold is a figure just like my mom.......I knew she was dead then........hmmm go figure ....a few months later I get a fattie in the mail from a will. Not scary but for the longest time I wanted to start smoking cigarettes like crazy and I mean really wanted to.......
 
2007-10-31 12:38:42 PM  
they say you can still hear him crying in the night.

Lambert the Sheepish Lion.

i have a horror story. i paid 7 bucks to see the Rob Zimbie remake of Halloween and actually watched the whole stupid thing.
 
2007-10-31 12:39:10 PM  
My friend and I had a seance once. We were screwing around, only half serious and taunting evil spirits to dare come prove their existence, not really expecting anything to happen. We had one of those candle holders with the wax catch basin around the holder, the kind with the little finger-loop hole so you can carry it around while walking around. Anyways, the wax had dripped down and melted into the basin. The candle was about halfway burned (it was your standard stick candle, about 8-10 inches high.)

We were laughing, joking around that the spirits were chicken and couldn't do anything to prove to us they were there, and suddenly the candle holder got very, very hot. I could feel it from about a foot away, this heat. So I touched the candle holder, and it burned. Bad. I threw a match into the wax... and I shiat you not, that match DISSOLVED in SECONDS. My friend and I looked at each other with that "oh shiat" look. The candle holder was on the floor. Being a candle holder, I thought the candle holder was safe enough. Wrong. We tried to pick it up and it was so hot that we couldn't even touch it. I blew out the candle, grabbed a towel to pick it up, and as I lifted it, the carpet beneath had MELTED. If I were at my dads house right now I could take a picture and show you the hole in my floor. I ran with the candle holder to the bathroom, which was already burning through the towel, threw it in the sink and turned the water on, and wax spit EVERYWHERE because of how hot it was.

It was outright freaky.
 
2007-10-31 12:39:29 PM  
Fark is going to discontinue the boobies threads.
 
2007-10-31 12:39:36 PM  
I don't believe in the supernatural (or preternatural if you read too much chick lit) since, if it exists, then it is in nature, and is thus: just plain natural.
 
2007-10-31 12:40:12 PM  
This one time my pointer started moving by itself.

One of my friends hooked up a bluetooth mouse to my computer and was farking with me.
 
2007-10-31 12:40:23 PM  
Acting II class at Vanderbilt's Neely Auditorium in '05. There was a scene going on while the rest of the class watched. We heard (as is often) footsteps of what we thought was some rude individual going across the catwalk, but when the class looked up there was nothing there. The footsteps continued to the door and then fell silent. Neither of the doors opened or closed the entire time. I'm willing to bet all theatres are haunted.

Of course, I don't believe in ghosts.
 
2007-10-31 12:40:23 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Redwing: I like Turtles


Well, my sister will back me up on this even if no one else will. When we were little, we lived out in the country in Virginia near the NC border. My room was at the end of the hallway on the corner of the house. At this time I was about 7 and my sister was about 4 or 5.

I would always keep the window down in my room because it got unnaturally cold if it was open (even during the spring/summer) One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.

I slammed the window shut and locked it and started screaming for my sister (whose room was right next door and whose window faced the front of the house as well. She ran into my room and looked at me with big eyes and said, "Did you see them?" I asked her what she saw and she said she saw something with red eyes running away from my window on two legs and climb up the tree. She said there were more in the tree. She said she's seen them before.

After that, they never tried to open my window again, but I would see them from time to time until my family outgrew the house and we moved away when I was 10.



treefrogs.

case solved.
 
2007-10-31 12:40:57 PM  
Paris Hilton is pregnant...with KFED's baby...
 
2007-10-31 12:41:07 PM  
It started about six nights ago at 6pm, when I watched a video with all kinds of weird imagery on it. After it ended my cellphone rang. When I answered it, some stupid child on the other end said "Seven days." I screamed at her "Stop messing with your mother's phone!!!" and hung up on her. I have no idea what's supposed to happen in seven days.
 
2007-10-31 12:42:20 PM  
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2007-10-31 12:42:26 PM  
sortanerd: they say you can still hear him crying in the night.

Lambert the Sheepish Lion.

i have a horror story. i paid 7 bucks to see the Rob Zimbie Zombie remake of Halloween and actually watched the whole stupid thing.



sorry.
 
2007-10-31 12:43:24 PM  
One time I thought i saw a green faced zombie witch monster. It turned out that it was really just my wife, she put on one of those mud masks. Hey, I was scared!
 
2007-10-31 12:44:22 PM  
Biggie Smalls...Biggie Smalls....Biggie Sm.....

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2007-10-31 12:44:42 PM  
Okay...here's a true story about the time I had to use the bathroom in a Minneapolis airport. What you have to understand is that I have kind of a wide stance...
 
2007-10-31 12:45:07 PM  
I was lying in bed, unaware of how lucid and real dreams can be, and I dreamed of a ghost. I thought it was real

- 90% of ghost stories...
 
2007-10-31 12:45:14 PM  
Three mini-stories:

-I traveled to New York City back in March. During my last day of the trip, I went to the New York Public Library to do some genealogical research. When I was looking up information on one of the computers on the 2nd floor (I think it was the 2nd) with respect to my mom's side, I was pushed from behind. I was sitting, no one was behind, nor did anyone walk behind me when this happened.

-Moved to the house I currently live at when I was 10 years old. One of the first nights I lived here, I woke up in the middle of the night, and thought I saw blood dripping from the walls of my bedroom. Went to my parents' bedroom and told them about it. Went back to bed in my room and the alleged blood was gone.

-When I was 12, my grandmother was at the hospital for pneumonia and went into a coma. She passed away about 12 hours later. However, before she died, a young male nurse named Brian made sure my family was comfortable and made sure my grandmother was not in pain during her final hours of life. Grandmother passed away. An hour or two later, my mother and her sisters went to look for this male nurse Brian who so kindly helped our family and my grandmother. They asked the nursing staff where he was...and they were told the hospital does not employ anyone of that description or name.
 
TLA
2007-10-31 12:46:35 PM  
It was about 15 years ago while on a cross country trek. I was just outside of Amarillo, TX closing in on the New Mexico border. It was this time of year, so all over the radio were these call in and tell your ghost story bits.

This one in particular was a local favorite that I had heard in the Diner I ate at in Amarillo as well on the radio. It was about a girl murdered by her prom date in a motel room just west of Amarillo. The story was went like this. People who stayed in that motel were always seeing weird things, or being "woken up by a young girl." This girl would be gone as soon as they were truly awake, so they would tell themselves it was a creepy dream. BUT whenever they told anyone of the creepy dream and described the young girl that woke them, they always described the same girl, right down to the peach colored prom dress. Freaky.

So now its about 3:00AM and I am woken up by a young woman standing over my bed in my motel room just outside of Amarillo, TX. I say out loud, "are you the girl from the prom?"

She said, "No you idiot I'm the hooker you picked up in Oklahoma City, you gunna pay me and take me home or do I gotta call Big Jim."
 
2007-10-31 12:46:46 PM  
Jmast7:

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.



Holy Fark!

I had a similar experience happen to me when I was around 7-8 only the red eyes were in the shadow space behind my bedroom door and I actually did fall out of bed (top bunk) after realizing I wasn't boxed in...

Has stayed with me for 30 years...Weirdness!
 
2007-10-31 12:46:48 PM  
I once saw/heard a barking dog on a porch across the street one night, and after about a minute the dog trotted to the far end of the porch and disappeared into a shadow. I thought nothing of it until the next day when I realized/remembered that that end of the porch was blocked by the brick wall of the building next to it. So where the hell did the dog go?? The shadow wasn't big enough to completely hide the whole animal.
 
2007-10-31 12:47:16 PM  
I was in a play at a local college and after practice one night I went downstairs to let a woman in the ceramics department know that we were all clearing out and she would be alone in the Arts building. After I got out of the elevator and started walking to the back of the labyrinth like basement I felt like I was going to bump into someone every time I turned a corner. It never happened and when I reached the woman and told her what I felt she said the building was thought to be haunted so she was glad to leave with me rather than be left alone in that admittedly strange building.

/Still not sure about this "ghost" thing.
//Still kind of creepy though...
 
2007-10-31 12:47:18 PM  
My first girlfriend thought her place was haunted ever since she was a little girl.

She and her family have lived in a trailer that used to be a drug house. The police raided it and arrested everyone, but my first g/f told me that in the raid they shot and killed a few people, including a little girl who was the daughter of the druggies who lived there. They now haunt the trailer, apparently. She and her older sister have heard and seen these ghosts at night several times ever since they were kids. I always thought it was cute how seriously they took it when I just brushed it aside so easily.

In hindsight, considering all the other crazy sh*t she pulled in our relationship, that should've been a big clue to abandon ship early.
 
2007-10-31 12:47:19 PM  
I had been working in a pretty populated building for about five years. After a recent renovation to our restroom facilities, I had to go and what happened in there I will never forget. After I used the urinal, some otherworldly "spirit" flushed it without my touching it. I ran out as fast as I could without washing my hands. To this day, I urinate in jars in my office.
 
2007-10-31 12:47:30 PM  
There's an entire show for this tonight:

Link (new window)
 
2007-10-31 12:48:10 PM  
Ok, my two cousins and I were hanging out at our grandparents house, no one else was there. There is a bedroom that connects directly to the kitchen, we were watching TV when we could hear in the kitchen the chairs moving back and forth from the table. The noise is a very distinct noise if you ever hear it, you know it is the kitchen chairs. Our grandparents were out of town that weekend and all the doors were locked, we freaked out and closed the bedroom door. Only to hear the chairs moving through out the night. We all know what happened but no one else believes us and to this day I refuse to go to that back bedroom by the kitchen alone.
 
2007-10-31 12:48:24 PM  
About 2-3 days after my best friend had passed away I was standing in my kitchen on the phone at around 6pm, I heard voices coming from my basement(I heard them over my phone call). It was not unbelievable to think someone had broken in since it was a walkout. I grabbed the pistol from a drawer in the kitchen and went to go find out what was going on. On a side note, I have NEVER walked around my house with a loaded pistol before this. This voice was down there. I went down there searched the place, nothing was out of place and the door was locked. It freaked me out but I never thought 'Hey must have been a ghost' until about a year later I was talking to my father and I mentioned my little search and the voices. He just told be about how this has happened to him before when loved ones have passed away and it just take the house a few days to be quiet. More then this happened after my friend passed away. To this day if more then 5 of the 'group' is in one room and it has a lamp with more then 3 light bulbs in it one will burn out. The light bulb thing has happened countless times, It has happened enough that we caught on to the trend. I should note the this friend was like my brother, not just a friend.

/Not Crazy
 
2007-10-31 12:48:46 PM  
I met this kid once that could apparently see and speak to ghosts. It was really freaky how accurately he could describe all the visions he was having.

Then it turned out that I was a ghost too! It was less freaky after that.
 
2007-10-31 12:48:47 PM  
Perhaps you have heard my story about "if the log rolls over, we'll alllll fall innnnn". It's pretty famous.
 
2007-10-31 12:48:58 PM  
Relatives of mine live in Warboys, the house that started one of the most infamous witch trials (and hangings) in England. There are supposedly ghosts.
 
2007-10-31 12:49:23 PM  
I had to re-image about 100 PCs and about 20 of them did not work. Turns out they had some oddball OS on them originally and they had to be low level reformatted because Ghost couldn't process their MBRs or some such crap.

True story.

[image from hwzcorp.com too old to be available]
 
2007-10-31 12:49:32 PM  
From eBay, not long after the auction for "Ghost in a Jar"...

Ghost in my Pants!!! Captured - In a Jar
Item # 2933192778
Location Keller, Texas
Started Jun-04-03 23:23:38 PDT Mail this auction to a friend
Description


One day I was in this spooky old library doing research on the occult. I had run across some Celtic runes in an old book I wanted to check out so I typed them in on one of the old computers they had there. I now believe those computers were haunted - and heres why....

The runes were as follows: PA MEL AAN DER SON I have no idea what these mean - I still don't to this day because what happened next was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. The search I entered turned up some pictures of a naked blond girl with huge boobies (apparently the runes didn't have any internet matches).

Well anyway - all of a sudden when I saw the pictures some insanely huge THING appeared in my pants. I hit it, and beat it, and whacked the heck out of it. I knew some old demon-releasing rituals and I said them as I tried to beat the ghost down in my pants. It left after a while - but deposited some disgusting sticky residue. I felt a really weird surge of ghostly energy all through my body when the thing in my pants decided to leave.

I took the pants home, and put them in a jar and sealed it with lots of protective spells written on it and such. I don't want this thing in my house and I sure don't want my mom to find it!!!!

Since then I have been visited in my dreams by this same woman - and I have a recurring nightmare of the ghost reappearing again, and me doing battle with it - and I wake up in a big mess of sticky stuff.

Please take this curse away from me!!!
 
2007-10-31 12:49:46 PM  
Jmast7: Okay, I'll bite. Not really a "ghost" story, but I posted this to a ghost stories newsgroup a very long time ago:

When I was about ten years old, I slept in a "Captain's Bed". It was a bit taller than the usual bed with room for a couple of shelves and a few drawers underneath it. I was prone to tossing and turning when I slept so there would be many a night that I would roll out of bed and be woken up by the meter and a half drop to the floor.

Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes. I screamed and the "thing" scampered away, moving quickly out the door of my room and down the hall. Terrified, I attempted to get back into my bed but something was preventing me from doing so. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between me and my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to compose myself, I realized that I had actually not fallen out of bed at all and that the "wall" was simply the wall of my room that the bed was up against.

Now, I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not but several things I do know:

1. If I did dream the whole thing, then I awoke to find myself standing in bed and sleepclawing at my bedroom wall. This is the only time anything like this has ever happened to me.

2. It did feel as though I had fallen out of bed - something literally jarred me so that I felt I was awake.

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.



Sounds like a simple case of sleep paralysis / hallucination. Google it up.
 
2007-10-31 12:51:08 PM  
Cheney's gonna run in '08.
 
2007-10-31 12:51:20 PM  
I work in a jail. Sometimes, when I work in 1 particular housing unit, the lights will come on in the showers and the water will run. This happens after midnight when all the inmates are locked in their cells for the night. The only thing I can figure is that it is the ghost of a guy who managed to kill himself in that unit with a bed sheet and the toilet. He was very determined.
 
2007-10-31 12:51:30 PM  
Once... i saw a ghost!

/what, i'm not one for foreplay
 
2007-10-31 12:51:33 PM  
This is from my brother so who knows if he was telling the truth. When he was 16 he took a job out on one the islands in Boston harbor that was once a prison in the civil war and is also famously haunted. The island also has tunnels that lead to a fort in the middle. He said he was working the concessions one day and a lady came blasting out of the tunnels screaming "get off me, get off me" he and a couple of rangers ran over to help the lady and see what was going on, she was rolling on the ground at this point. When they got over to her and tried to help her up he said he felt something push him right off his feet when he reached down to help her up, when he looked around the two rangers were also flat on there backs also with a "WTF" expression on their faces. They proceeded to help the lady up who was hysterical at this point and that was the end of it.
 
2007-10-31 12:51:43 PM  
Jmast7: Okay, I'll bite. Not really a "ghost" story, but I posted this to a ghost stories newsgroup a very long time ago:

When I was about ten years old, I slept in a "Captain's Bed". It was a bit taller than the usual bed with room for a couple of shelves and a few drawers underneath it. I was prone to tossing and turning when I slept so there would be many a night that I would roll out of bed and be woken up by the meter and a half drop to the floor.

Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes. I screamed and the "thing" scampered away, moving quickly out the door of my room and down the hall. Terrified, I attempted to get back into my bed but something was preventing me from doing so. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between me and my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to compose myself, I realized that I had actually not fallen out of bed at all and that the "wall" was simply the wall of my room that the bed was up against.

Now, I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not but several things I do know:

1. If I did dream the whole thing, then I awoke to find myself standing in bed and sleepclawing at my bedroom wall. This is the only time anything like this has ever happened to me.

2. It did feel as though I had fallen out of bed - something literally jarred me so that I felt I was awake.

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.


That sounds a lot like Sleep Paralysis (new window) except you could move then. Happened to me a few times when I was a kid, and it really freaked me out.
 
2007-10-31 12:52:42 PM  
The time: Fourth of July 2000
The place, Scargo Tower, the highest point on cape cod.

Scargo Tower is a classic stone watchtower. It's a stone structure that goes up to fifty feet high with a single iron spiral staircase. The thing is open until 6 PM when iron bars are drawn across the door.

The hill it's built on allows a view of the entire south side beach, and thus was a frequent spot to watch fireworks from. On this particular night, there were four beach shows, one barge show,and one show celebrating the 80th birthday of the town's patron.

For three hours myself and all these other people watch all the fireworks from hill with a view. As the last celebration winds down and the people begin to pack up their picnic gear and leave, we all hear a shriek like a banshee howl coming from the top of the tower. This shriek is followed by a sickening crunch. Flashlights and headlights blaze into the darkness, searching around the tower and in the woods below the hill for what they believe is a suicide attempt. There's nothing there. No body, no blood, and the iron bars on the tower are secure and unmoved.

Fear leads to suspicion and people begin slinging accusations at each other. We're all getting into the spirit of fear and panic when we hear the same sound a second time. A banshee wail and a crunch, and once again nothing is at the tower's base or in the woods.

At this moment, the majority of people, myself included, decided we've probably overstayed our welcome and beat a retreat down the road back into town.
 
2007-10-31 12:52:42 PM  
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my dear departed rabbit george haunts my wife and i. we still see him out of the corner of our eye on occasion.
 
2007-10-31 12:53:56 PM  
sortanerd: Zarkin Frood:
treefrogs.
case solved.


How big do treefrogs get? 3ft tall?
 
2007-10-31 12:54:26 PM  
When I was still very young my mother took me to visit my aunt down in Texas. She had JUST bought a new house and wanted my mother to see it.

From what my mother and aunt say, they heard me talking in the master bedroom. After a couple minutes they decided to go in and check on me. I guess I was sitting near the window with a smile and waved at them, then got up and left the room. In the living room they had asked me what I was doing, and I said I was talking to the "old lady". They asked me what she said, and I guess she has "told me" she was glad to meet me and asked me how I was. Neither my mother or aunt thought much about it, and we left soon after to go back to the hotel.

The next day my aunt called my mother and had spoken to the family that had sold the house. I guess their old mother had died in the master bedroom a few months back.

I don't remember the situation so it doesn't freak me out, but it still makes my aunt shiver.
 
2007-10-31 12:54:43 PM  
When I was a kid (around 11 or 12) I shared a bunk bed with my sister. It was on of those L shaped ones, and I was on top. For about a week my sister (3 years younger) refused to go into our bedroom. She said she saw a hand in the corner, and we all laughed and made fun of her. Well one night after I wrote in my diary I put it under my pillow, and suddenly got this scared sickening feeling. I slowly turned around, and in the gap between the wall and the bed was a black wrinkly hand. The left hand. I didn't believe it was there, so I wrapped a sheet around my hand and grabbed it, and it was absolutely icy. I threw all of my covers at the hand and ran into my parents bedroom too afraid to speak. I could never sleep in that bed again, so my parents had to sell it.

I don't know what it was, a really intense dream, a hallucination, or something else. But a few days later a friend was braiding my hair in that room, and a doll flew out of the bed across the room. I still have the occasional dream about the hand, but in the dream my only concern is to take it to someone to prove it is real.
 
2007-10-31 12:54:57 PM  
Apparently "annual" = "weekly" now.
 
2007-10-31 12:55:31 PM  
ramathorn83: I traveled to New York City back in March. During my last day of the trip, I went to the New York Public Library to do some genealogical research. When I was looking up information on one of the computers on the 2nd floor (I think it was the 2nd) with respect to my mom's side, I was pushed from behind. I was sitting, no one was behind, nor did anyone walk behind me when this happened.

Yeah, the New York Public Library is definitely haunted...I used to work there. One day I needed to go down to the basement and shelve some books, so I went. But while I was down there I felt some strange presence.

Then all of a sudden, some of the index cards started flying all over the place. I was pretty creeped out at that point, but then I turned around and saw the ghost right there! I screamed and ran back up the stairs.

Luckily three guys from a nearby university believed my story and came out to investigate. I wonder where they are now.
 
2007-10-31 12:56:02 PM  
Zarkin Frood: sortanerd: Zarkin Frood:
treefrogs.
case solved.

How big do treefrogs get? 3ft tall?


treefrog ghosts. should have clarified.
sorry.
 
2007-10-31 12:56:13 PM  
My wife and I had multiple strange things happen in our old house. The person who lived in the house right before we did died there. We had her grandmother's bedroom chest of drawers in the back bedroom. My wife had stuff fly off of shelves at her a couple of times. I was once in the shower and thought my wife had walked in (you know that feeling you get when someone comes in a room even if you can't see them?) and my shampoo bottle got hit knocking it in towards me in the shower. I thought she was just trying to be sneaky but as it turns out she really was in the living room watching TV.
On completely unrelated note I once woke up to a bright light at the end of my bed. I heard my grandmother's laughter and then her voice started talking and saying she loved me very much and not to worry about her because she was going to a better place. When I started to do the normal "what the fark is happening??!?!?!?!" that anyone would do in that situation the light just got very bright and everything seemed just fine. The next morning I was awoken by my mom calling to say grandma died last night. I would think I was crazy but I was talking to some family members at the funeral and the same thing happened to my cousin who was stationed down in Texas at the time. I'm not religious AT ALL but I do have to admit that after that night I do believe in some sort of after life. Not only that but even years later just thinking about that light can still make me perfectly calm and happy regardless of what situation I might be in.
 
2007-10-31 12:57:20 PM  
Hang On Voltaire: She was under the bed on the far side of the room and she was plugging the lamp into an extension cord and she had pulled it to get some slack.

I LOL'd.
 
2007-10-31 12:57:41 PM  
CaptainJuan: This one time my pointer started moving by itself.

One of my friends hooked up a bluetooth mouse to my computer and was farking with me.


Ha! My wife got a new IBM ThinkPad from work and once in a while it would inject characters into whatever text field she was on. And not just any characters: They would often be correctly-spelled words. And sometimes these words were sort of in context.

Couldn't figure out what was going on.

Then one day she realized that the speech-to-text thingummy was on and it was interpreting whatever was coming through the built in microphone.
 
2007-10-31 12:58:27 PM  
So there was a presentation at my college last year by this well known spirit something or other... (not a believer myself you can tell)

Anyways at the beginning of his lecture he asked for anyone that believed in ghosts to raise their hands, and about half the people did. He than asked anyone who had personally seen a ghost to keep their hands up (about 10-15 people) and than he asked anybody who had a sexual experience with a ghost to keep their hands up, and one guy in the back did.

So the lecturing guy asked the guy to come down to the stage saying he has been giving his talk for about 5 years and never had one person say they had sex with a ghost before.

The guy from the back of the room said "Ghost? Oh! I thought you said Goats"

/not a ghost story
//still scary...
 
2007-10-31 12:58:43 PM  
Zarkin Frood!!! What the hell!?! That would scare the shiat out of me even being an adult!
 
2007-10-31 1:00:00 PM  
I saw it (him?) three times in my old Florida house.

I was lying in my bed wide awake. I had finished reading, my coffee was wmpty, and my girlfriend was asleep next to me. It was dark, but I saw something move in the shadows off to the right of my bed. It was as if a patch of darkness had just suddenly 'stood up'. I saw something about the size of a small boy, but seemed to be composed entirely of shadow. The shadow walked around to the foot of the bed, then turned it's head and looked at me. I saw two glimmering points of red light where eyes would be. I briefly got the image of a small child, lost and confused, and a little angry.

It just stood there and looked at me for a moment. The head seemed to tilt a little, as if it didn't understand what it was seeing. Then it walked ahead around a corner, and into the master bathroom. The shower doors rattled.

When my girlfriend woke up hours later, I was still awake. She wanted to know why I had showered in the middle of the night, and left the bathroom such a mess. There was water everywhere. I couldn't answer her.

That was the first time I saw him.
 
2007-10-31 1:00:05 PM  
I saw my parents naked.

/runs away crying
 
2007-10-31 1:00:13 PM  
Exploring abandoned buildings is a hobby of mine, particularly abandoned institutions and industrial sites. There was a massive old church – took up a city block – in Fort Worth I couldn’t resist exploring. A friend and I went together, inspecting as many rooms as we had time for on all three floors. The classrooms were the spookiest. We found an old carpet crumpled up in the middle of one, with weird looking amoeba like creatures swarming all over it. They were translucent, like jellyfish the size of a golf balls. And they were moving; making wet noises like macaroni and cheese sounds when you stir it up. Another classroom emitted such an abhorrent smell we wouldn’t go in. We ran out of the church when we heard footsteps coming up the opposite end of the hallway. They were slow and plodding at first, gradually speeding up into what sounded like a full run. We ran the fark out of there. I didn’t look back, but my friend said he did. Still don’t know if I believe him, but he said he saw a man in 1930’s looking attire rounding the top of the stairs just as we began descending our set of stairs. I’ve explored many buildings, and have weird tales from only a handful of them. This was one of the weirdest.
 
2007-10-31 1:01:06 PM  
meteorite-I'm not religious AT ALL...

You may want to reconsider...;)
 
2007-10-31 1:01:36 PM  
It was a rainy night back in March 1993, when I was taking one of my area's more notoriously-dangerous roads to a friend's house. I'd accidentally crossed over partway into the opposite lane, when I saw some oncoming traffic. I panicked, and overcorrected.

I lost control of the car. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst. I whalloped a tree, kept going, hit a second tree, then rolled over twice. The car came to a halt, upside-down.

The car's engine ground to a halt, and the only sound was the rain hitting the undercarriage. I was a little bit banged up, but the only thought that came to mind, having watched too many car crashes on TV, was that the car was going to blow up.

Needless to say, I freaked out. I was trapped, upside-down, by my own safety belt, and I screamed for help.

I heard someone walk up to my side of the car. He opened the door, and helped me get out of the car. He was a man with dark hair and a beard, and seemed a bit put out at all of this. Thankful, I gave him a hug.

A girl I knew from school happened along and pulled over while all this was going on. She came out and checked on me, and then told me that she was getting an ambulance for me (the firehouse was only a couple of miles away). While this exchange took place, I lost track of the guy who pulled me out of the car.

Eventually, the ambulance and a firetruck arrived, and I was put on a stretcher. I talked to my friend from school, and thanked her for helping me out. I told her that I wanted to thank the guy who pulled me out, too.

"What guy?" she asked.

"The guy who was pulling me out of the car when you were just getting here." I replied.

"I didn't see anybody but you, 'MCStymie'".

"Then who pulled me out of the car?"...

/No one matching the description of the guy lived anywhere near the scene of the accident, and there were no other cars on the road other than mine and that of my friend...
 
2007-10-31 1:01:53 PM  
On this very night, ten years ago, along this very stretch of road in a dense fog just like this. I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building... And when they pulled the driver's body from the twisted, burning wreck. It looked like this...

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2007-10-31 1:01:57 PM  
every place i've ever lived but one has had spirits mucking about in it. the current one, we've a cemetary about 100 yards from the front door, most recent grave dates to 1921. also my father passed in the house, and EVERYONE in the family has seen his spirit walking around (even my brother in law, who does not believe AT ALL, or didn't until he saw pop). my niece who is 3 frequently asks about the lady at the front window, and why she looks so sad (we live out in the STICKS, it's not as if someone would be walking by). i can go on and on. but i won't.
 
2007-10-31 1:02:21 PM  
One night I got drunk at a bar and met this strange woman. We hit it off and went back to my place for some nookie. When I woke up the next day, she was gone! I farked a ghost!!!
 
2007-10-31 1:02:58 PM  
gorgor

Thanks for the comic relief between stories...
 
2007-10-31 1:04:57 PM  
Dibbuk Box
Followed this one since it showed up on eBay.
 
2007-10-31 1:06:00 PM  
My zombie uncle raped me.
 
2007-10-31 1:06:01 PM  
www.dibbukbox.com
 
2007-10-31 1:06:02 PM  
Mega Steve: One night I got drunk at a bar and met this strange woman. We hit it off and went back to my place for some nookie. When I woke up the next day, she was gone! I farked a ghost!!!

Well, at least she didn't stick around and haunt you. Those kind are the worst.
 
2007-10-31 1:07:14 PM  
I saw Elvis once.

School trip for the chess team, only about 8 of us counting our teacher, all in a big van. Van overheated so we pulled over on the interstate.
Cadillac pulls up and a fat guy with huge sideburns gets out and looks under the hood. After a few minutes he had the stuck thermostat removed and told us to buy a new one and install it but we'd be okay for now.
It was pretty hot and he was sweating so I offered him an ice cold Coke, he took it and said, "Thank you, Thank you very much."
Hopped in the Caddy and was gone.
 
2007-10-31 1:07:23 PM  
Personally, I have seen strange things at my parent's old house. A window for our garage was painted black on both sides, so people could not see into the garage (it was a five car garage with a ton of stuff in it, no need to advertise).

One day my family and I swung back home to pick up fishing gear for a day at the lake. Immediately as my uncles went inside the house, I saw what looked like a green face just... "floating" in one of the windows. I don't think I have ever been honestly more frightened in my life. There is physically no way these guys could have just ran into the garage and scared me, these were some B I G dudes (one of my uncles had the world's biggest biceps for a period of time, and most of that was NOT muscle!).

I always thought I heard things coming from my basement and would often hear my name around the time I was thirteen coming from below. Around the time I turned sixteen those instances stopped.

I wish I was kidding, and I am still not completely sure (I don't just "pin" it on being a ghost or anything), but I'm sure as shiat glad my parents recently moved out of that place!
 
2007-10-31 1:07:23 PM  
As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids. (No, not Black Eyed Peas, although ever since I saw that picture of Fergie's incontinent episode on stage, I would be uneasy around them too.)
 
2007-10-31 1:07:59 PM  
My First Ghost Story

Just wrote it this morning.
 
2007-10-31 1:08:09 PM  
ultraholland: My zombie uncle raped me.

Do you have an uncle who's a zombie or is uncle-raping a term I'm not familiar with?
 
2007-10-31 1:08:28 PM  
One night my wife was "in the mood" so she kissed my cheek and rolled over to put her eyeglasses on her night stand before the fun began. As she rolled over to put them down she screamed bloody murder and while laying down, she somehow jumped over me and curled up on the floor on my side of the bed. When I asked her what the hell was wrong she was crying and screaming "do you see her? DO YOU SEE HER?" I looked over and saw nothing. She then described what she saw.

When she put her glasses on the nightstand she felt a hand grab her arm. Thinking it was our daughter She looked at where the hand came from and it was a little girl about 5 years old with a pale white face, sores all over it, SCREAMING with an overstretched mouth WITHOUT SOUND, and her hair was flying all over the place like she had a box fan in front of her. (kinda like the ghosts in the Exorcism of Emily Rose....which my wife had never seen and freaked the hell out when she saw it.)
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Needless to say I didn't get any ass that night.

Spooky.
 
2007-10-31 1:08:37 PM  
Check this out. I used to work at a office supply chain store 3rd shift, 10pm-6am, when I was a teenager. We couldn't leave the store until the management came in in the morning, and two of the three guys working in the store smoked, so we would go into the basement to have a smoke a few times a night. The basement was as big as a smaller underground parking lot, with a store room in the middle of it. On one side was the area where out store kept stock, shelving, and other crap. The other side of the basement was barren, and had no lights. It was over that side that the room to the boiler room was, as well as an old hallway that had a few unused rooms branching off of it. An old locker room, with showers, and a supply room with old Halloween decorations. We explored these rooms in subsequent trips. But the ghostly experience happened while we were checking out the boiler room which is on the furthest side, and completely in the pitch black dark. We opened the heavy metal door, and we all went inside the room. One of my co workers notices something strange... he proceeded to prove his thory true. If all three of us were in the room, the door would start slowly closing. If one of us was outside, on the other side of the doorway, the door wouldn't move. Spooky shiat. So after poking around a few minutes, we hear children laughing. Now mind you, it's about 3am, and we are in an area where if there were a door, it would lead out into the ally behind the store. Also, we considered the tv might be on in the break room which was kind of above us. Neither checked out. There was also no doubt about what we heard, as soon as I heard the laughing, I saw that the other two guys were listening and whispering about what was that as much as I was. Of course I was about to shiat a brick, so I shouted at it... "HELLO?" Umm yea, they kept on laughing as if I hadn't said a word. It sounded like they were playing. At 3am. In a boiler room. SO cut to a few days later. We are down there smoking cigarettes under the lights in the lighted area of the basement, and there is this metal panel type of thing mounted on the wall in a dimly lit area of the basement. I was looking in that direction when I noticed that I couldnt see it for a few seconds, and the I could. Understand I could only see it barely, because it's metal, and it reflects light. I assume something walked by it, between it and myself, blocking out the view. Something was down there. So I kept working there, and we would still go down for smokes, and make these nervous jokes. This experience changed my life. Ghosts exists, there is just no doubt to me. I think they are energies left over that can manifest in different ways. They definitely have a presence.

 
2007-10-31 1:08:43 PM  
I'm interested in this stuff, but am very skeptical. I'm positive there are things around us that we will never understand or be able to explain. I don't know if they're "ghosts", but the topic is very interesting to me.

Hey meteorite, I've actually heard of that happening to a family I know. The grandfather died one night and his very young grandchildren were woken up by him saying goodbye, many states away. The way I was told the story still gives me goosebumps.
 
2007-10-31 1:09:02 PM  
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2007-10-31 1:09:04 PM  
When I was 14 or so we had some neighbors over. My mom moved a recliner (big chair) for some reason and revealed a big old vibrator that had been underneath.

To this day nobody knows how it got there.
 
2007-10-31 1:09:04 PM  
don't believe in ghost, but.....


when I was a teenager we used to break into an old abandoned factory where train engines were serviced. To get in you had to climb up onto the roof and go in a small service door that had no lock on it, climb down a ladder, and you were on a square spiraling stair case that descended around what I take to be a boiler, but I might be wrong about that. The factory itself was one big room, to accommodate the suspension of train engines so this is likely to be explained by an auditory phenomenon produced by some echo.

However, we climbed in one night and started down the stairs when we heard someone walking on the floor level toward our end of the building. We stopped and waited. We heard them walking all the way down the factory to right below were we were, then started up the stairs, and you could hear that they were going around a staircase that followed the same square spiral pattern as the one we were on. We heard them climb all the way up to our level but they were on the opposite side of the boiler, then nothing.

We waited for what seemed for ever and heard nothing, no walking away, no breathing. I grabbed a bar and walked around the boiler slowly, and no one was there. The reason this still has me perplexed is that there was only one staircase in the building like that, and it was the one we were on.
 
2007-10-31 1:09:12 PM  
Daffydil: Zarkin Frood!!! What the hell!?! That would scare the shiat out of me even being an adult!

Hey Daffydil, do you have any scary ghosts in bikini pics..............that would reeeeaaally scare us you know............
 
2007-10-31 1:09:45 PM  
there seem to be a growing number of annual tell your ghost story threads around halloween. last year I think there were 3 or 4. This year there were definitly more.

we should just combine them all into one big thread to scroll through and not read instead of 6-7 threads we scroll through and don't read.

/hey look, that person posted a picture. I'll stop and look at that one.
 
2007-10-31 1:09:49 PM  
I had a dream that I was eating a big, fluffy marshmallow. When I woke up, my pillow was gone.

I blame ghosts or aliens.
 
2007-10-31 1:09:52 PM  
ActionPaintball

Large Marge sent you, didn't she?
 
2007-10-31 1:10:10 PM  
My parents used to own a very small bungalow in a NJ shore town where we would spend part of the summers. It was very unfinished inside -- no ceiling or plasterboard over the studs and just a partition separating my parents' bedroom from the living space where my brother and I slept on a convertible sofa. Very cramped, so everyone in the bungalow knew what everyone else was doing. Had a nice screened front porch though, which had a heavy door that locked with a big old key about 3 inches long and stiff lock. And it had an old rocking chair and other furniture on the porch.

One night I heard footsteps that woke me. In the half-dark, I thought I saw my mother walk to the front door, turn the noisy lock and go out onto the porch. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of the rocking chair going back and forth. No big deal -- I went back to sleep.

Next morning I asked my mother why she had gotten up in the middle of the night. Her reply: she hadn't. So I must have dreamt about seeing her (though I knew I wasn't asleep) and heard cats under the front porch making noise (which sounds like cats under the porch and not the rhythmic creaking that the rocking chair always makes).

Next night I'm rather apprehensive and can't sleep at all. And while I don't see anything unusual (so it wasn't my mother sleepwalking, which she never did before or after), eventually I heard the rhythmic creaking of the rocking chair again, unmistakable back and forth, back and forth -- at which point I hid under the covers till morning.

Never heard or saw anything unusual there ever again. Just those 2 nights, as though whatever caused those events had petered out, like ripples in a pond.
 
2007-10-31 1:10:27 PM  
Not a ghost story per se, but I did catch a few spooks trying to steal my car.

/cue "that's racist!" kid
 
2007-10-31 1:10:47 PM  
Two quick stories:

--My wife and I lived for a short time in an apartment in an old house in Portland, Maine. Never had any recurring experiences or strange happenings there. One night, though, I got up to go to the bathroom. From the hallway where the bathroom is, you could see most of the apartment, dining room, living room. Well, it was fairly dark, and I was mainly just trying to avoid stepping on one of my cats. But, out of the corner of my eye, I detected movement and swear to this day there was a woman standing looking out one of our front windows. When I came into the room she looked up at me. but by the time I could look full on at her, there was nothing there.

--When I was about 12 or so, growing up in The Woodlands, TX, I was lying in bed one night, lights off. I was on my side and my back was facing my bedroom doors (there were two), which were both closed. I distinctly felt for about 2 seconds, a hand on my back. I wheeled as quick as I could and snapped my light on, and of course, the room was empty. I still sometimes get a little anxious sleeping with my back to a door...
 
2007-10-31 1:10:56 PM  
I got married.....
 
2007-10-31 1:11:00 PM  
Zarkin Frood: One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.

We have raccoons where I grew up too.
 
2007-10-31 1:11:41 PM  
AltoidAddict: ObscureNameHere: That sounds a lot like Sleep Paralysis (new window) except you could move then. Happened to me a few times when I was a kid, and it really freaked me out.

Wow! Thanks! That actually does sound a lot like what I experienced.
I can't tell you how real the whole thing seemed.

/BTW, that painting in the wiki article is really freaky cool.
 
2007-10-31 1:11:54 PM  
My only experience was when I was a kid, and I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I was done, I opened the door and turned off the light. I stepped out of the bathroom, still barely awake, and saw my sister's cat Pookie in the hall. She was a black cat, so there was just a cat-shaped shadow. I called to her, and she ran at my feet and disappeared. I yelped. Once the adrenaline woke me up completely I remembered that Pookie had been dead for quite a while.

Looking back on this, it was probably just a smear of light-burn on my retina from the bathroom light that my muddled brain interpreted the best way it could. But it was pretty spooky to me back then.
 
2007-10-31 1:12:06 PM  
AlwaysRightBoy-Hey Daffydil, do you have any scary ghosts in bikini pics..............that would reeeeaaally scare us you know............

Bob!!

I mean, Boo!!!
 
2007-10-31 1:12:57 PM  
my boyfriend and i got new phone service since we were moving to a different state and had our old #'s/service turned off about a week before this experience...
we were at dinner w/ friends and my boyfriend got a call from his sister who was very upset. she received a call earlier that night from his OLD cell phone #...the person on the line was NOT my boyfriend and they proceeded to ask his sister how she was doing...if she was at grandma's and if she was going to be going out with her friend crystal while she was visiting. all very personal info that no stanger would know. at the end of the call she asked who was on the line, the person responded, "i cant tell you right now, but someday, you will know and be very surprised". she tried to call our old # back, it was disconnected. our old phone company also said it had been disconnected for a week.
the only thing we could think...their mother had passed away a few years earlier and that it was her calling.
 
2007-10-31 1:13:37 PM  
MayoBoy: ultraholland: My zombie uncle raped me.

Do you have an uncle who's a zombie or is uncle-raping a term I'm not familiar with?


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What did you just say?
 
2007-10-31 1:13:39 PM  
You wanna see something really scary?

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"♫Let the midnight special. Shine a light on me...♫"
 
2007-10-31 1:14:03 PM  
Salacious Salad Quote 2007-10-31 12:35:49 PM Vote
One time I took a crap but when I looked for it in the toilet it was gone.


oooo ghost poopie.
 
2007-10-31 1:15:01 PM  
ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.


I am intrigued. Go on.
 
2007-10-31 1:15:26 PM  
My family were once visited by ghosts in our home. At first the ghosts appeared friendly, moving objects around the house to the amusement of everyone but then they turned nasty and start to terrorise us then they kidnapped my youngest daughter. Looking back she was acting a little strange the days prior. You know, like she was connecting with the supernatural through a dead channel on the televison. Anyhoo, long story short, a tree tried to kill my son and there were a bunch of murderous dolls and some guy ripped at his face like it was ground beef but we got some freaky troll like woman to get rid of them. It was pretty cool.
 
2007-10-31 1:15:42 PM  
Here is a OUIJA story, so everyone panic....

My mother's family has a hunting camp in rural central New York State. It was built in the 1860s, on land that was often traversed by Civil War union troops and I'm sure we can throw some Native American burials into the mix as well.
Every July we have a "chowder party" where the familty gets together, gets drunk, and cooks "chowder" in a modified 55 gal drum. (Western New Yorkers will understand, this ain't your Boston Clam Chowdah, it's more of a stew, but I digress...)
In 2004 I took my friend to the family gathering. We, along with my uncle have an interest in the paranormal, while everyone else just thinks we are stupid.
The three of us were using the Ouija board in the upstairs front bedroom. The board was very active and moving quickly and smoothly.
About halfway into the session it stopped abruptly and spelled out J-O-K-E. We all looked at each other, as soon as we took our eyes from the board, we hear this banging at the window.
My family who doubted us were in the front yard. They had put a ski mask on a pole and were tapping on the glass of the second-story window.

The board had warned us.... and we just laughed and thanked it.
 
2007-10-31 1:16:32 PM  
one time I was out drinking with some friends in Lexington KY and after about 7 beers and a couple of shots this REALLY HOT chick walked up and started talking to me/ after more drinks and conversation we leave the bar and head back to my house out on Tates Creek road............one thing leads to another and we sleep.........I wake up and look over only to find a mid 40's ugly chick that I have never seen before......looked NOTHING like the fine lady I met at the bar the night before.....still can not explain how this happened. Weird.
 
2007-10-31 1:16:46 PM  
masteroffm

Awwww.. R.I.P George =(
 
2007-10-31 1:17:11 PM  
A lady at my college, an RA, was sleeping one night, her roommate off at home, and she felt a presence. When she put on her glasses and looked up from her bed, she saw a faceless being that was facing her bed. She asked if she could be of any service, and then the being just vanished!

/Police think it was a dude in a ski mask
//It would have helped if she locked her door
 
2007-10-31 1:17:39 PM  
When I was in my early thirties, I moved out of my parents house and started college at VCU, in Richmond Virgina. I rented this old row house, where supposedly six sorority girls had been slaughtered by one of the local homeless men. Every night, when I would start to go to sleep, I'd hear this vibrating noise followed by a chorus of giggling. I figured it was just the lesbians who lived downstairs, but one Halloween night the noises got so loud that I had to cover my ears. It sounded as if they were right in the room. I wasn't sure what to do, so, naturally, I took off my Transformer pajama bottoms and stood with an erection in the middle of the room, eyes closed. It wasn't long before I felt a sucking sensation on my Optimus Prime. I didn't open my eyes until after I'd ejaculated, but when I looked down, there were six heads floating near my crotch. The next day, the Fark headline read: Six Severed Sorority Sisters Suckle the Sinew of a Stupefied Sophomore.
 
2007-10-31 1:18:12 PM  
I worked in an 1890's hotel in Cripple Creek CO that had a reputation for being haunted by the former owner. After telling the story dozens of times, I finally put it all down on the pages of web site:

The Imperial Casino Hotel (new window)
 
2007-10-31 1:19:38 PM  
Jmast7: Okay, I'll bite. Not really a "ghost" story, but I posted this to a ghost stories newsgroup a very long time ago:

When I was about ten years old, I slept in a "Captain's Bed". It was a bit taller than the usual bed with room for a couple of shelves and a few drawers underneath it. I was prone to tossing and turning when I slept so there would be many a night that I would roll out of bed and be woken up by the meter and a half drop to the floor.

Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes. I screamed and the "thing" scampered away, moving quickly out the door of my room and down the hall. Terrified, I attempted to get back into my bed but something was preventing me from doing so. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between me and my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to compose myself, I realized that I had actually not fallen out of bed at all and that the "wall" was simply the wall of my room that the bed was up against.

Now, I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not but several things I do know:

1. If I did dream the whole thing, then I awoke to find myself standing in bed and sleepclawing at my bedroom wall. This is the only time anything like this has ever happened to me.

2. It did feel as though I had fallen out of bed - something literally jarred me so that I felt I was awake.

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.


That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

It happens to me on a semi regular basis. Basically you mind is awake but the paralysis you undergo during Rem sleep hasn't disengaged. for most people it is marked by auditory hallucinations, a strong sense of a second presence in the room and, in many people, a visual hallucination of red-glowing eyes. Many researchers believe it is also responsible for most of the reported "alien abduction" experiences
 
2007-10-31 1:20:11 PM  
priapus54: I worked in an 1890's hotel in Cripple Creek CO that had a reputation for being haunted by the former owner. After telling the story dozens of times, I finally put it all down on the pages of web site:

The Imperial Casino Hotel (new window)


Uh dude, I LOVE Cripple Creek! The Midnight Rose.......fun times!@@
 
2007-10-31 1:20:28 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: Zarkin Frood: One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.

We have raccoons where I grew up too.


WELL PLAYED SIR!

/pop, keyboard, etc.
 
2007-10-31 1:20:37 PM  
I started working the overnight shift at my job about 4 years ago. Basically I just sat in my office and monitored systems from 11 o'clock at night until 7 in the morning. It was the 2nd week I had been there when it happened. Around 2am in the morning a woman walked by my office. She had brown hair and a flower dress on. I thought it must be someone that works here because I still hadn't met everyone yet. So I get up to go and greet her. The only problem is there is no one there. The only door in the downstairs office is on the other side of the building and the way she was walking she would have to pass by me again to get out. The next day I told the supervisor about seeing something weird. He says, "oh, did you see the woman?" I hadn't said anything about a woman yet and he knew. He told me not to worry about her because she doesn't bother anyone and others around the office had seen her. The only one I should worry about is the husband upstairs. Employees have heard him stomping around and you can hear it all the time. I never ever worked an overnight again. I asked to be switched to days.

(Back story). After seeing the woman I did research and found there use to be a house where our office building is now. The husband and wife died in a car accident.
 
2007-10-31 1:20:51 PM  
Five years ago, my husband and I were house-hunting. Our realtor took us to a small, nondescript Cape Cod not too far from where we now live. The front door opened up onto a staircase leading upstairs, very wide with low stairs; living room on the right, dining room on the left. Ugliest salmon colored shag carpet.

Anyway, as soon as the three of us walked in, my husband and I looked at each other, and in the same instant I said, "Someone died in here," and my husband said, "This place is haunted." Totally unplanned. Freaked the hell out of ourselves and the realtor. Seriously, the house had the strangest feeling, very electric, like during a thunderstorm. The realtor implied we were being stupid and made us look around anyway; all the bedrooms had low ceilings and linoleum floors. It was so weird.

Someone other than us bought the place. We got ourselves a new realtor.
 
2007-10-31 1:21:09 PM  
I was looking at the moon last night and thought "it's a weird moon".
Moon kills, you know. It feeds off the Earth. A night like tonight...
One of us could get up in the middle of the night, grab an ax and cut somebody's head off.
I remember a night like last night a few years ago. A guy and a girl went out driving. It was one of their first dates. It started out kind of casual, but they ended up deciding to go park. Not too far from where I live, as a matter of fact. They're going at it, listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a news bulletin broke in...
"Dangerous lunatic has escaped from the hospital for the criminally insane at Two Pines."
They described him as a monster, six and a half feet tall 250 pounds with one horrible distinguishing feature. There was a sharpened, stainless steel hook, where his right hand used to be.
That was enough for the guy. He slammed the car into gear, floored it, bounced off a tree didn't stop till they got to the girl's house. He got out of his side, walked around to hers. There, hanging in the door, covered with blood was a stainless steel hook.
The strangest part is that after all these years, after the biggest manhunt in Two Pines' history, they never found the killer. Some people say he's still up here in the woods waiting for the chance to kill again.

And I say...

I say they're right.
 
2007-10-31 1:21:35 PM  
Alright, might as well join in on this party.

Up until last year, I had always considered the premise of ghosts rather ridiculous. However, last year I moved into an apartment on the bottom floor of a house in downtown Madison, WI (which I later found out was atop one of the first settlements in Wisconsin). My roommate and I saw a few things there that scared us shiatless, but I'll share the first, as that's the one that terrified me the most.

I fell asleep in my room watching Conan with the sleep timer on. I woke up less than half an hour later, as Conan was still on. (I only share this, because this is makes me feel confident that I wasn't dreaming) I don't remember who he had on, but I glanced away from the television into the opposite corner of my room from my bed and I see someone standing in the corner, staring at the wall. I tried to move, but couldn't. I tried to say anything, but all I could venture was hyperventilating. This seemed to catch it's attention as it whirled around and began to stare intently at me.

I don't think I can ever forget the face on this thing as long as I live. It looked like a girl of 18 to 21 with long ratty black hair, a faded gray shirt, and old holy jeans. Where her eyes should have been was filled with blackness. She smiled at me as she reached in the pocket of her jeans and pulled out something small and black. She began walking towards me and my bed, and I'm terrified - still unable to move. She starts unfolding whatever it was she took from her pocket, and it became larger and larger. From what I could tell, it seemed to be a growing black void. She got roughly a foot from my bed and I regained control, rolled over, and she was gone.

The eeriest thing about the incident is what occurred afterwards. It had been five days since I quit smoking, and I had a back up pack in a fire safe in the closet. No sooner do I think to myself, "God, I want a cigarette" than the guest on Conan speaks up "I'm so proud of myself, I just quit smoking." I thought that was a bit odd, so I grab the remote and change the channel - to a "Talk to your kids about smoking" ad. I change the channel again: an anti-smoking "Truth" ad.

I placed a cross and a bible above my bed and slept with the light on for the next week. With all that happened in that place, I had never been more happy to move out.
 
2007-10-31 1:21:54 PM  
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met?
 
2007-10-31 1:23:15 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Sounds like Brown Jenkin (new window)
 
2007-10-31 1:23:15 PM  
my great uncle told me he used to work in a nursing homw when he was a young man. he tied a string to a rocking chair in an room where a resident had died in that week and hid behind a curtain and waited for another worker to come in to clean it. scared the poo out of her.
 
2007-10-31 1:23:24 PM  
When I was a kid I grew up out in the country. One night I woke up by what sounded like one of our horses walking along the driveway (sometimes they could open the gate and get out if it wasn't latched well.) It was "clip clop, clip clop, clip clop," but it just kept going without changing location or getting any quieter or louder, as it would if the horse were moving. I looked out into the moonlit night and there was no horse, but the sound kept going, going....

Then I realized it was the dog drinking out of the water dish.
 
2007-10-31 1:23:34 PM  
One day I saw a post on fark that looked like a UFO, but it was really a lamp post. The End.
 
2007-10-31 1:23:43 PM  
my brother owned a house that was haunted. He used to sleep on the floor because every night he would feel someone sit down at the foot of his bed, he looked and didn't see anything.
I lived in that house for a short time and I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear footsteps on the carpeted hallway just outside my room. Once in awhile I would hear the cupboards open and close like someone was in the kitchen.
 
2007-10-31 1:24:23 PM  
Salacious Salad: One time I took a crap but when I looked for it in the toilet it was gone.


You should have left that crap instead of taking it!


Ha..ow, my side! I crack myself up.
 
2007-10-31 1:24:27 PM  
One time I was sitting at a table by myself eating breakfast, I live in a really old loft that was formerly a matress factory back in the late 1800s. The support beams in my loft are covered in old nails which were old bulletins. The nails are completely imbedded in the wood itself so you cannot pull them out and I would never try to take on out on my own since its a 6 story building thats really old and rickity. While I was surfing through some channels I looked at the support beam and this horrific stench manifested itself.
 
2007-10-31 1:24:57 PM  
GreatNOD: I was looking at the moon last night and thought "it's a weird moon".
Moon kills, you know. It feeds off the Earth. A night like tonight...
One of us could get up in the middle of the night, grab an ax and cut somebody's head off.
I remember a night like last night a few years ago. A guy and a girl went out driving. It was one of their first dates. It started out kind of casual, but they ended up deciding to go park. Not too far from where I live, as a matter of fact. They're going at it, listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a news bulletin broke in...
"Dangerous lunatic has escaped from the hospital for the criminally insane at Two Pines."
They described him as a monster, six and a half feet tall 250 pounds with one horrible distinguishing feature. There was a sharpened, stainless steel hook, where his right hand used to be.
That was enough for the guy. He slammed the car into gear, floored it, bounced off a tree didn't stop till they got to the girl's house. He got out of his side, walked around to hers. There, hanging in the door, covered with blood was a stainless steel hook.
The strangest part is that after all these years, after the biggest manhunt in Two Pines' history, they never found the killer. Some people say he's still up here in the woods waiting for the chance to kill again.

And I say...

I say they're right.



I heard that story but the hook was on his foot.
 
2007-10-31 1:26:15 PM  
My wife went for a hair appointment maybe around a month ago. When she got home she proceeded to tell me a story that I'm still wondering about. She said just after she sat down in the salon chair and explained to the stylist what she wanted done, the stylist asked my wife something to the effect of would she be bothered if she said something odd to her or something along those lines. My wife said no, that it would be okay but at first she almost suspected she was going to be hit on. So the stylist says to my wife, there's an older, quite attractive woman who's been standing behind you since you got in here. My wife said she didn't respond to this in any particular way so the stylist continued to say that this woman would really like to be introduced to her grandkids and that she misses us but otherwise that we shouldn't worry. She said she wished she had smiled more but that she was never unhappy.

My wife was speechless. My mother died the same year my wife and I married, in fact shortly before the wedding. We hadn't visited her grave since our wedding day and our kids had never been. There is absolutely no way that woman at the salon could have known anything personal about either my wife, me or our family but she had details regarding my mother's personality that would be considered uncommon if one were to guess at random traits. I reallly don't know what the hell to make of that. I'm a skeptic by nature so since I only got the story via my wife and wasn't there personally I try to find an explanation but I can't.

We've taken the kids to the cemetary in the meantime.
 
2007-10-31 1:26:19 PM  
I recently bought my girlfriend an old Crosley Radio. It's currently sitting downstairs at our place. One night while my girlfriend was out of town for work, I was upstairs playing on my computer when I heard music coming from downstairs. It went on for about 5 minutes or so then stopped, shortly after that the radio came on again and kept going for 10 minutes or so. I decided to man up and walked downstairs to make sure somebody wasn't in the house just messing with me, but everything was locked up tight and the radio was turned to "off" but it was still pumping out music. I walked over and pulled the plug on the radio and it kept playing. At that point I decided we really didn't need that radio anymore.
 
2007-10-31 1:26:40 PM  
Prank Call of Cthulhu: As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids. (No, not Black Eyed Peas, although ever since I saw that picture of Fergie's incontinent episode on stage, I would be uneasy around them too.)

Those farking emos.
 
2007-10-31 1:27:04 PM  
My wife has a story about when she was 15 babysitting her sisters at her parents home.

Her parents were out for the night, and she was sitting in the family room of her parents small house, reading a book. My wife reads and gets very engrossed in books, but for some reason she was having trouble concentrating on one particular section. She set the book down, and was getting out of the sofa to go to the kitchen to get a drink of water. When she looked to the entryway to the kitchen, she saw a ominus(sic) black figure that stood tall enough to cover the header of the door. Immediately she froze and her heart leapt into her throat. But just as soon as she noticed the figure, it was gone, vanishing into mid air.

For those of you who are the Sci-Fi channel "Ghost Hunter's" fans, when they were at the Seattle area Asylum a couple weeks ago, the cloaked black figure that covered the window was what gave her the most reminiscence of her particular experience.

I don't, with out hesitation, doubt her story at all. There are definitely some other-worldly phenominon in this world. I just hope I never get to experience this type of thing myself.
 
2007-10-31 1:27:26 PM  
I live in a house that was built in the 1820's and I know at least 2 people died in the room I sleep in. It's a stones throw away from the one of the oldest graveyards in America and there is also part of an Native American burial ground on the property.

/Keep hearing things about opening a casino....
 
2007-10-31 1:27:35 PM  
Pretty much anyone who went to Ohio University has a ghost story. Athens, OH is one of those "most haunted places" they show on television specials and for good reason.

Sophomore year of college I lived in Bryan Hall. During orientation, they told us that Bryan Hall had a resident ghost. They told us not to fear, as the ghost was "friendly", but sort of annoying.

I didn't think much of it until one night, my roommate and I were asleep when we were awoken by stuff crashing to the floor. After a few seconds of panic and scrambling to turn on the lights, we found that everything sitting on my roommates desk had been basically thrown onto the floor. Very creepy.

But then it kept happening. Every few weeks, the ghost would make it's way into our room and move our stuff around, often times throwning things on the floor and waking us up in the middle of the night.

The funny thing is after about 3 or 4 times, it stopped being weird and just started being really annoying. We'd be dead asleep at 4:00am and CRASH! At that point, we would just start screaming and cursing at the ghost to stop waking us up.

But the experience of being at OU certainly changed my perspective on ghosts.
 
2007-10-31 1:27:40 PM  
BabyDumplings:
That reminds me of the building where I went to middle school... but it was in Virginia.
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It was built in the 1920s and was 3 floors high, but each floor had 20 ft ceilings. It also had a haunted annex.
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1907
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2007
 
2007-10-31 1:27:53 PM  
My wife's old apartment was haunted. It was an old Victorian house that had been divided up into 4 apartments. We had so many weird things that happened there it would take a couple of pages to list them all. Mostly, it was things disappearing and reappearing somewhere else. We actually saw the thing in the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon. We were getting ready for dinner and this white glowing sphere just appeared between us. It stayed there for maybe 2 seconds and poof, gone. For about 2 months, about three times a week, we would hear this loud knock on the entryway door. I would open the door and there would be no one there. I just happened to be standing by the door once when this happened, I snatched the door open really fast...nothing.
We had an old, busted black and white TV that we used as a nightlight. On night we were lying in bed talking and this eerie, muffled voice starts coming out of the TV. I reached over to see if the volume knob had been turned up, but it was completely off. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time it had made a sound with the volume up.
It was kinda cool actually, I never felt scared, although it freaked the cats out a couple of times. We moved into our current house and nothing ghostly has ever happened.
 
2007-10-31 1:28:31 PM  
[image from img106.imageshack.us too old to be available]

/sorry, that's not a ghost spider, folks...
//much scarier
 
2007-10-31 1:28:52 PM  
Naomi Campbell just farked Hugo Chavez.
 
2007-10-31 1:28:56 PM  
I'm one that is prone to waking up and seeing things moving. I read about it somewhere one time. This has happened my whole life so around 16 or so I started getting over the inital fear quickly to start messing with the things my mind was showing me.

For instance, two nights ago I was sleeping when my wife talked in her sleep and woke me up. I opened my eyes, I was facing her and she was laying the same direction as me. On her side, I saw appear a little outlined with no color care bear. Yes. it was a little ghost carebear. Now when this shiat happens I'm always scared at first and that fear always makes it look evil at first, so in front of it I saw appear a little canon, and I knew it was going to shoot the canon at me.

Then my mind quickly reminded myself that it was my stupid dream creatures so then I put my hand over and rubbed the carebears belly, but it disppeared as I touched it.

I told my wife about it in the morning and she told the neighbors, now they laugh at me.
 
2007-10-31 1:29:01 PM  
I lived in a house that probably had a body in the roof. The bathroom had a high ceiling, and above the shower was a smallish ventilation fan, which did nothing to get rid of the mould that surrounded it. One day, while having a shower, I looked at the mould and realised, it looked a little like someone lying on their side, I could trace where the arm, leg, hip and head was. I got one of my flatmates and said "If you were going to make a shape of the mould, what would you say it looks like?" after a couple seconds of thinking he said "Looks a bit like a person". The place was an old victorian house with a roofspace that went the entire length of the house, so we crawled up into the roofspace with a torch. Looking down the far end of the house, we could see that while it was wide open everywhere else, the space above the roofspace was bricked off, so if we'd wanted to change the ventilation fan, we would have had to have done it from beneath the ceiling in the bathroom, or bash through the brick walls.
Even before that, I got patted on the head when I was in bed, we'd hear someone running their hands across computer keyboards, doors would slam and you'd often think someone was standing behind you. Always felt safe though.

My second story is a little scarier. I was in Northern Ireland at age 10, with my older brother and younger sister, who were 2 years older and younger respectively of me. One day our Mum took us (with our Aunt) to the giants ring, which is a neolithic gravesite not far from Belfast. Imagine a donut lying flat with a piece of cloth over it, about as big as 3 football pitches, thats what it was like. In the middle of the ring was a menhir/dolmen. It was a beautiful sunny winter day when we were there, and my Mum and Aunt stayed near the car as we ran around. We walked up to the top of the circular hill and could see the menhir in the middle, and the other side of the ring beyond it, so we walked into the middle. As we were looking at the menhir, it became very cold and foggy, and soon you couldn't see the hill that surrounded us. My sister started getting upset, so we decided to walk back to the car, well.. we walked into the mist in the right direction, but ended up coming back to the menhir. We tried another 2 times to leave, but kept getting lost in this thick-ass mist, and coming back to the menhir. We were all getting a bit teary, so my brother (who would later join the Army) came up with an idea. He'd run out into the mist, and keep our voices behind him. When he got to the hill, he'd call, and my sister would run to him, with my voice behind her. He runs into the mist, we're all crying and screaming, but soon enough, he calls that he's found the hill. My sister runs off towards him, and I'm left alone next to this menhir, I've never been so afraid in all my life. When they called, I ran like the very hounds of hell were behind me. I found them, and sobbing, we ran to the top of the hill to leave the ring, and as we got to the top, the mist lifted, and again you could see across it, the menhir in the middle, and the far side of the ring beyond. No mist whatsoever. We ran to mum, who was confused at first, because according to her, it had never changed from sunny, she'd seen no change in the weather.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giants_Ring,_Belfast

Not really a ghost story, but scary enough.
 
2007-10-31 1:29:14 PM  
MayoBoy: GreatNOD: I was looking at the moon last night and thought "it's a weird moon".
Moon kills, you know. It feeds off the Earth. A night like tonight...
One of us could get up in the middle of the night, grab an ax and cut somebody's head off.
I remember a night like last night a few years ago. A guy and a girl went out driving. It was one of their first dates. It started out kind of casual, but they ended up deciding to go park. Not too far from where I live, as a matter of fact. They're going at it, listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a news bulletin broke in...
"Dangerous lunatic has escaped from the hospital for the criminally insane at Two Pines."
They described him as a monster, six and a half feet tall 250 pounds with one horrible distinguishing feature. There was a sharpened, stainless steel hook, where his right hand used to be.
That was enough for the guy. He slammed the car into gear, floored it, bounced off a tree didn't stop till they got to the girl's house. He got out of his side, walked around to hers. There, hanging in the door, covered with blood was a stainless steel hook.
The strangest part is that after all these years, after the biggest manhunt in Two Pines' history, they never found the killer. Some people say he's still up here in the woods waiting for the chance to kill again.

And I say...

I say they're right.


I heard that story but the hook was on his foot.


I heard it too, but the hook was on his vagina.
 
2007-10-31 1:29:46 PM  
My favorite Fark tradition. Here's the threads from the last 3 years.

2004 Thread

2005 Thread

2006 Thread

Enjoy, and Happy Halloween!
 
2007-10-31 1:29:56 PM  
AltoidAddict: Jmast7: Okay, I'll bite. Not really a "ghost" story, but I posted this to a ghost stories newsgroup a very long time ago:

When I was about ten years old, I slept in a "Captain's Bed". It was a bit taller than the usual bed with room for a couple of shelves and a few drawers underneath it. I was prone to tossing and turning when I slept so there would be many a night that I would roll out of bed and be woken up by the meter and a half drop to the floor.

Now I don't know if this was a nightmare or not, but one night I awoke to find myself on the floor, tangled up in my blanket. As I turned my head, I found myself staring into a black featurless face with the exception of two glowing, red eyes. I screamed and the "thing" scampered away, moving quickly out the door of my room and down the hall. Terrified, I attempted to get back into my bed but something was preventing me from doing so. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between me and my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to compose myself, I realized that I had actually not fallen out of bed at all and that the "wall" was simply the wall of my room that the bed was up against.

Now, I don't know if I dreamt the whole thing or not but several things I do know:

1. If I did dream the whole thing, then I awoke to find myself standing in bed and sleepclawing at my bedroom wall. This is the only time anything like this has ever happened to me.

2. It did feel as though I had fallen out of bed - something literally jarred me so that I felt I was awake.

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.

That sounds a lot like Sleep Paralysis (new window) except you could move then. Happened to me a few times when I was a kid, and it really freaked me out.


Actually, it might be somewhere between a Sleep Paralysis and a pavor nocturnus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_terror) which is pretty common in children. I still get them once in a while, and if they are coupled with some waking stimulus (like rolling into a wall) you are usually jarred into a state of alertness with the distinct sense of something evil next to you. It's the scariest thing I've ever experienced, paranormal or not.
 
2007-10-31 1:30:48 PM  
I love this thread. You guys are so funny. Especially the ones taking this shiat seriously.
 
2007-10-31 1:31:21 PM  
I don't believe in ghosts. I don't think they're real.

Too bad for me. I've not only seen a ghost, but I've physically been touched by one. Long before I knew the taint of drugs or alcohol, when I was but a young lad of 6 or 5, I was attacked.

I was walking around my parent's waterbed. This is significant because they had a solid wood base for the bed. In other words, there was no "under the bed" to be found. The bed was huge and took up most of the room. There was but a two foot wide walkway around the bed through the room.

So there I was, walking closely to this "solid wood" base. I looked down. I'll never forget the hand. A black, gnarled, evil hand reached out. It was pure black, as if it absorbed all light and radiated nothing. Its fingers most resembled those of the beasts from "pitch black." And it was reaching through solid wood.

I refused to believe my eyes. Who would? Even at that age I knew science. I knew what I was seeing was "impossible." But, it didn't matter. It was real. And I knew the truth when it touched me.

Yes, the hand grabbed my left ankle. That didn't frighten me as much as when it squeezed, ready to pull me to wherever. I felt its hand tighten on my flesh. I felt its intent. The hand had no padding, no meat, no flesh of its own. It was cold and harsh. And it kept tightening.

I kicked, I screamed, and I kicked again until the hand let me go. I then jumped up on the bed (monsters cannot go through bedding) and screamed for my dad to carry me from the room.

He did, and I never saw it, or anything like it, again. but it was real. It was no dream. I saw it. I remember the sight. I even remember the exact site, the exact intersection of tiles where it occurred. Most of all, I remember it's touch.
 
2007-10-31 1:31:53 PM  
And this? I have no idea what it is, but I want it to stay as far away from me as possible...

[image from img239.imageshack.us too old to be available]

/no, you can't have my ghost stories
//not yours
 
2007-10-31 1:33:10 PM  
That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

It happens to me on a semi regular basis. Basically you mind is awake but the paralysis you undergo during Rem sleep hasn't disengaged. for most people it is marked by auditory hallucinations, a strong sense of a second presence in the room and, in many people, a visual hallucination of red-glowing eyes. Many researchers believe it is also responsible for most of the reported "alien abduction" experiences

this happens to me ALL the time!!
very scary and it usually takes me a long time to go back to sleep afterwards.
 
2007-10-31 1:33:25 PM  
MayoBoy: GreatNOD: I was looking at the moon last night and thought "it's a weird moon".
Moon kills, you know. It feeds off the Earth. A night like tonight...
One of us could get up in the middle of the night, grab an ax and cut somebody's head off.
I remember a night like last night a few years ago. A guy and a girl went out driving. It was one of their first dates. It started out kind of casual, but they ended up deciding to go park. Not too far from where I live, as a matter of fact. They're going at it, listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a news bulletin broke in...
"Dangerous lunatic has escaped from the hospital for the criminally insane at Two Pines."
They described him as a monster, six and a half feet tall 250 pounds with one horrible distinguishing feature. There was a sharpened, stainless steel hook, where his right hand used to be.
That was enough for the guy. He slammed the car into gear, floored it, bounced off a tree didn't stop till they got to the girl's house. He got out of his side, walked around to hers. There, hanging in the door, covered with blood was a stainless steel hook.
The strangest part is that after all these years, after the biggest manhunt in Two Pines' history, they never found the killer. Some people say he's still up here in the woods waiting for the chance to kill again.

And I say...

I say they're right.


I heard that story but the hook was on his foot.


how could a guy have a hook on his foot?

Later that night, Spas held hands with a girl.
in the woods. and it was dark.
 
2007-10-31 1:33:45 PM  
My parents told me that when i was really young (2 1/2 - 3) I started telling them about world war 2. I told them i was 16 or so during the bombings on London, and told them about how i went to get my drivers license and such.
My parents thought it was odd, due to the fact that i was way too young to know what WW2 was, what a drivers license was, and the age you needed to be to get one. Meh, weird.

Unrelated story:
My grandfather was in town in fredericksburg, va visiting us. We all decided to go visit the chancellorsville battle field. He said he was reading one of the historical monuments, then felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Turned and saw that there was no one around him for 50 yards. Kinda creeped him out.
 
2007-10-31 1:33:59 PM  
The house I grew up in was about 100 years old. There were several times that the television and radios would just come on by themselves get very loud and then turn off. If we went on vacation for more than 2 or 3 days my door would be shut and my desk would be pushed up against it. There were no way out of the room as the windows were nailed shut. It happened quite frequently but was never scary or anything, just odd.

/really true
//not crazy
 
2007-10-31 1:34:10 PM  
Aranyx:

You may have had a type of "lucid dream" I tend to have them when I doze off in front of the tv. My dreams merge seemlessly with what's on tv and I'm certain that I'm awake but I'm not. It's only when I evaluate the subject matter that I see the discontinuity between what I dreamt and what was on tv or in the room. Fortunately for me none of my lucid dream states have ever been that horrifying.
 
2007-10-31 1:34:12 PM  
In September of 1984, I was a senior at xxxxx in xxxx, Oklahoma and performing/practicing two evenings a week with the Northeast Oklahoma College Orchestra in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. Tahlequah is about an hour's drive from xxxxxxx, but the hills and scenery made the long drive a pleasant one.

One night, practice was cut short with the conductor informing us of a severe storm approaching the area. I left Tahlequah at approximately 7:30 that evening and proceeded to drive home.

I was just outside of town when what appeared to be a large, white bird skimmed the hood of my 1979 Mercury Cougar and glided up over my windshield. I ducked fearing a collision, but not before seeing that the bird's wingspan covered the whole front windshield in both width and length. I was relieved when the expected collision did not happen and continued on my way home without stopping.

The air had a heavy feeling and there was a growing fog, but the night was still clear enough for me to watch for my landmarks. A typical girl when it comes to directions, landmarks are essential for me. Even when the drive was a straight run like this one was, landmarks are comforting. Some time later, I noticed that I had not seen a familiar landmark, an unpaved road that turned off to the right, but figured I had missed it due to preoccupation with the bird incident. Time passed, I kept driving, but now I was getting nervous for while the scenery was as I expected it to be, I did not see any of my familiar landmarks. I started wondering if I had somehow turned off the highway without realizing it.

I was considering turning around to head back towards Tahlequah when I noticed a man up ahead at the side of the road. I could not see him clearly but got the impression of the wind blowing dust all around him. It was his eyes though that caused my sudden unease. Even at the distance I was from him, his eyes glowed a bright electric blue. I remember thinking there was no way I was going to stop for him - impending storm and no other traffic be damned, the night had been weird enough without stopping for a hitchhiker with glowing eyes. Nevertheless, I continued to let the car slow and finally, stopped ... even while I was conscious of telling myself I was not going to that very same thing. The man got in silently and I started back down the road.

Although he was sitting next to me in the front seat, I could not get a clear image of him. It was as if I did not want to see him and was therefore refusing my mind clarity. I did, however, try to make small talk. I timidly asked for his name, giving mine when I received no reply. I attempted a few other questions that were also met with silence and after a short time, gave up with a nervous laugh.

I was scared now. It seemed like I was driving a long time. I knew I had not turned off and was on the right road, but the one town that stood between Tahlequah and my town seemed no closer, nor had I seen any of my landmarks. I was lost, even though I knew there was no way I could be. More than the silent man next to me, the dichotomy between those two existing realities is what scared me the most. I knew I was lost but I was not lost. I nervously ignored my silent passenger as I tried to reason out my situation, and admittedly, tried not to panic.

All of a sudden, I felt a wave of nausea and dizziness pass over me, but it passed immediately and was quickly forgotten as the stoplight in the center of Xxxxxx, the town between my town and Tahlequah, rushed towards me! I was elated and as I slowed for the light, turned towards my rider with a huge stupid grin and laughed. I was getting ready to exclaim, "We made it!" for there had been in the back of mind a worrisome doubt that we would. The words died in my throat because the man was no longer there. Bewildered, I looked for him and instead of finding him, saw a medium sized dog out my passenger side window sitting in the deserted parking lot of the closed gas station on the corner. The dog was white with brown markings, but more importantly, possessed those same glowing electric blue eyes. I acknowledged him through our eye contact then he turned away and I drove the rest of the way home without incident until I reached the town limits.

Upon entering the town limits, I was immediately pulled over by a police car. They asked if I was Cxxxxxx, and I replied that I was and asked if my mom and dad were okay. They assured me they were but also informed me I was in a lot of trouble and I was to drive straight home, following me to make sure I did just that. I was not even in the driveway when my parents came running out. My mom was yelling at me and crying at the same time. My dad just stood there glaring and pale. My 15 year old sister was crying and yelling along with my mom. I was, again, simply bewildered.

After things calmed down, I found out the reason for them being so upset and having the police watch for me. It was four o'clock in the morning when I made it home ... eight and a half hours after I had left the college for the hour drive home. Several tornadoes had made a direct hit in the area on the route I took and the roads were torn up and damaged. My parents had police and family up in the area looking for me and/or my car while they waited at home in case I arrived there.

Some elders in the area say I passed through the veil and that it was a skinwalker who acted as my guide in order to enable me to get home safely.
 
2007-10-31 1:35:04 PM  
I spend my evenings in the local community theatre, which is housed in what was a church back in the day. The denizens of the Theatre accepted long ago that there was a ghost there. Word got out and mediums came and the general consensus was that there are nine ghosts there, and the one we see is the most powerful.

He never does anything other than be creepy. A lot of that seeing-someone-but-no-one-is-there sort of thing. That goes on a lot. Also, there will be very loud noises, like a set piece falling, or lumber being thrown, and you can find nothing disturbed. This is really freaky when you know you're the only one there.

Other things that happen are sounds of footsteps, jingling of keys, and singing. Since he never does anything other than hang out and spook us, we've never tried to get rid of him. Might as well not stir up trouble.
 
2007-10-31 1:35:04 PM  
Used to live in a house where people would wake up with cuts in the morning. I remember my sister complaining of what looked like paper cuts. One morning I woke up in pain, only to find a gash about three inches long on my leg. I wasn't sleeping under any sheets, and the bleeding had mostly stopped. It felt pretty deep. My parents were sufficiently freaked out enough to borrow a camcorder, and leave it running in a random room each night.

Finally, one night I woke up yelling my head off. Had another cut, this time on my forearm. Bleeding pretty good. Tape showed nothing except me sound asleep, then my arm suddenly bleeding. We moved out within a month.

And for those of you who read this all the way through, and believe this is a legitimate haunting tale, just know I made it all up :P Just like everyone else. There are no ghosts.
 
2007-10-31 1:35:10 PM  
halB: I don't believe in ghosts. I don't think they're real.

Too bad for me. I've not only seen a ghost, but I've physically been touched by one. Long before I knew the taint of drugs or alcohol, when I was but a young lad of 6 or 5, I was attacked.

I was walking around my parent's waterbed. This is significant because they had a solid wood base for the bed. In other words, there was no "under the bed" to be found. The bed was huge and took up most of the room. There was but a two foot wide walkway around the bed through the room.

So there I was, walking closely to this "solid wood" base. I looked down. I'll never forget the hand. A black, gnarled, evil hand reached out. It was pure black, as if it absorbed all light and radiated nothing. Its fingers most resembled those of the beasts from "pitch black." And it was reaching through solid wood.

I refused to believe my eyes. Who would? Even at that age I knew science. I knew what I was seeing was "impossible." But, it didn't matter. It was real. And I knew the truth when it touched me.

Yes, the hand grabbed my left ankle. That didn't frighten me as much as when it squeezed, ready to pull me to wherever. I felt its hand tighten on my flesh. I felt its intent. The hand had no padding, no meat, no flesh of its own. It was cold and harsh. And it kept tightening.

I kicked, I screamed, and I kicked again until the hand let me go. I then jumped up on the bed (monsters cannot go through bedding) and screamed for my dad to carry me from the room.

He did, and I never saw it, or anything like it, again. but it was real. It was no dream. I saw it. I remember the sight. I even remember the exact site, the exact intersection of tiles where it occurred. Most of all, I remember it's touch.


I saw that movie too, but I don't remember the name of it.
 
2007-10-31 1:36:08 PM  
Went to see Grandparents for holidays. It had been about 3 years from the last visit. They live on about 3 acres and none of the neighbors have dogs. We pull up and hear Sparky barking from the house. We all say to each other "Sparky!". Get in and ask were Sparky is. He had been dead for over a year. Grandparents did not hear anything. No neighbors had any dogs.
 
2007-10-31 1:36:21 PM  
HidelyHeaux
Jmast7:

3. This experience, even if it was a dream, scared me enough to burn itself into my memory for twenty-three years.

Just my little experience.


Holy Fark!

I had a similar experience happen to me when I was around 7-8 only the red eyes were in the shadow space behind my bedroom door and I actually did fall out of bed (top bunk) after realizing I wasn't boxed in...

Has stayed with me for 30 years...Weirdness!


To preface my "story", I was an extremely skeptic kid. I've always been an atheist despite coming from a religious family. I went to a religious school (not by choice) and I'd spend half my time trying to explain away the stories or coming up with alternate explanations. When told in school that prayer helps people heal more quickly, I said it wasn't true and asked for evidence. I got a detention for that. I'd make fun of ghost stories with my friends for having no proof. You get the picture.

One night, when I was around 13, I was sleeping in my bed when I woke up for no particular reason. It was still very dark. I laid there for a little bit, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness for several minutes. I could tell where things were around me, but it was very dark. I decided to get a drink of water from the faucet before going back to sleep, so I sat up in bed and turned to get out of bed. A couple of feet, right in front of me there was a dark silhouette in the shape of a person. It was about 4 feet tall and just stood there, looking right at me. I remember looking right into its bright eyes, unmistakeable. I couldn't believe what was happening. I just sat there upright in bed, paralyzed with fear, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I wanted to scream but I was too scared. After a solid 30 seconds or so (seemed like an eternity) I decided I had to do something and I swung at it as hard as I could. That's how convinced I was that it was real at the time. My hand went through it (well, that or it moved) and I fell over as a result. I immediately got up and turned on the bedside light and the room was empty.

I ran into my parents room and told them what happened. They said it was just an afterimage from sleeping. I don't know how something like that could come from a dream. Being a scientist myself, I just sort of accepted that it was my mind playing a trick on me. But I will never forget that, like you guys said, burned in my mind. At the time, it was as real as anything else. I still don't entirely know what I believe about it. I slept in the hallway in a sleeping bag for the next couple of nights because I was too scared to go back in my room. I still think about it sometimes at night and get a little freaked out.
 
2007-10-31 1:36:51 PM  
Magorn: That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

It happens to me on a semi regular basis. Basically you mind is awake but the paralysis you undergo during Rem sleep hasn't disengaged. for most people it is marked by auditory hallucinations, a strong sense of a second presence in the room and, in many people, a visual hallucination of red-glowing eyes. Many researchers believe it is also responsible for most of the reported "alien abduction" experiences


I've had the experience a handful of times, but the best one was when I was living in a tiny room in Montana. Literally nothing but a bed and a dresser and barely room to walk. I dreamed one night that I was sitting on a bench talking to my father and then someone wrapped me up in a blanket and suddenly I was paralyzed. I swayed sideways and fell off the bench and the impact jarred me awake. When I opened my eye, there was a shadow being looming over me (I don't remember glowing red eyes but that would have been a nice touch). As I tried to sit up and ask what the hell this person was doing in my room, it rose up and thumped right in the middle of the head.

Then I really woke up. I enjoyed a few freaky minutes of "whoa that was WAY trippy" then went back to sleep. There may have been mind altering substances involved, I don't remember.
 
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2007-10-31 1:37:09 PM  
I went to bed early on November 7, 2000 thinking all would be right with the world. The next morning I woke up to find out George W. Bush was elected! I've woken up screaming every morning since!
 
2007-10-31 1:37:10 PM  
Totally true story:

Years ago, back when my wife and I were just dating, I had an experience that still gives me chills. I was living in my parents' basement for a short stretch. It was finished with bedrooms, bathroom, living room, etc. Our families were both conservative, so even though she was allowed to "spend the night with me," we played by the rules; she slept in my bed in my bedroom and I crashed on the couch. The rest of this story begins with a dream I had. Where the dream ended (or if it was even a dream at all), I still don't know. It's difficult to tell because it was one of those dreams where you're in the same place and wearing the same clothes as the actual place where you are in reality.

So in the dream (or reality), I'm lying on the couch sleeping, when I am suddenly awakened by loud thumps. It was as though someone were pounding heavy fists into a door or wall. The sound was in the distance at first, but steadily drew closer. Eventually, I recognized that the sound was upstairs and was heading downstairs. About that time, the stairwell was awash with a bright light. I sensed a being of some kind walking down the stairs. The thumping grew louder.

The being crossed from the stairwell directly to my bedroom (where my future wife was sleeping). The being peered into the room, then turned and walked toward me on the couch.

It was within these next 5 seconds or so that the difference between reality and dream merged.

The being stood over me with a radiance of blinding light. I saw no facial features - just light - but it was evidently humanoid. I was terrified of it. I was in my mid-20s and I swear I have never been so scared before or since. Then the being spoke to me in a voice that resembled a female, but wasn't quite human: "You left the door unlocked. You need to lock the door." That is all it said.

The being then started to dissipate in front of me and slowly float to the other corner of the room. I am positive that I was totally awake when I saw the last remnants of its light fade into nothing. Literally, there was no "waking up" feeling after I witnessed this.

For roughly 30 seconds, I lay suspended in fear. A powerful notion in my head battled with that fear and eventually overpowered the fear. It said to me: what you saw was real. You were given a warning and you need to act right now. My courage finally kicked in and I got up.

My first instinct was to check on my (future) wife. I walked into that bedroom and found her in a most curious position: she had the blankets pulled up over her face. She is not prone to doing this as I have found out in the years we've been married. When I saw her like that, I immediately assumed she had subconsciously shielded herself from the blinding light of the being.

My next step was to climb the stairs and check on the back door (which was my assumption for what the being was referring to, considering the fact it was the way we had entered the house for the evening). I climbed the stairs slowly. When I got near the top, I reached out my hand and felt for the door knob. The door was unlocked. It was customary to lock the door, so I was pretty freaked out that it wasn't locked. I quickly locked it and then proceeded to search the rest of the house to make sure someone hadn't come in. I checked the clock in the kitchen. It was just after 3 a.m.

After searching the house and finding nothing awry, I returned to bed.

The next morning, we were all eating breakfast and I started to recount the story. My mom grew pale once I got to the thumping noise part. She said that she was awakened a little after 3am and heard loud banging noises near the house. Once I got toward the end of the story, my step-dad began to freak out a little. He told me how he had left to get his newspaper and coffee in the morning and how the door that led from the garage out into the backyard was swinging wide open when he got out there. We NEVER leave that door open. Someone had obviously opened it and entered our garage.

So was someone in the garage that night? Was the banging noise their attempt to get into the house? Would they have come into the house with evil intent had I not locked the door right before they got there? Had this being of light been sent to warn me? Was it a ghost? An angel? I don't know for sure, but I do know beyond doubt that the events were all connected, that I wasn't dreaming (at least not the whole time), and that I had some kind of supernatural experience. I'm just glad that the being who visited me was benign.
 
2007-10-31 1:37:26 PM  
Oh, wait! I just remembered another one.

Back in the late 90s I took a trip to New Zealand to visit some friends. We were walking around their town at night when they decided to show me a local graveyard. We walked among the headstones and talk turned to spooky things and ghosts. I started challenging any spirits that might be listening to make themselves known. When nothing happened, I scoffed, called the ghosts pussies, etc., much to the amusement of my friends.

When we got out of the graveyard into the lit streets, I noticed that my belt was completely undone. This is something I (or one of my friends) certainly would have noticed earlier, and there is no way it could have come undone on its own. I hadn't unbuckled it since I had gotten dressed for the evening a few hours before.

I'm not saying that I believe that ghosts tried to pull my pants off, but it was pretty funny at the time considering my brash challenges in the graveyard. And I still can't figure out how that happened.
 
2007-10-31 1:37:30 PM  
peachpicker It's a mole, it is a nightmare for your yard. But, you can crush it under your heel.
 
2007-10-31 1:38:05 PM  
When I was 12 years old my grandparents purchased an old farmhouse on about 10 acres in rural Georgia. The farmhouse was built around a cabin built around 1830. We used to visit a lot and help maintain the property, paint the house, mow the lawn, tend the garden etc.
About a year after they purchased the property I had a dream that began with me mowing the front lawn (about an acre... a pain in the ass with a push mower). I looked up at the attic window to see an old woman standing there in a burgundy dress. She had long white hair streaked with black Without warning the woman flew out the window towards me, mouth wide open, face quickly aging to bone, emitting a blood curtling scream. She flew straight at me, then veered to the right and disappeared into a patch of woods that adjoined my parents property.
I had the same dream nearly every night for months, it really started freaking me out to the point where I wrote a description of the dream down in detail.
One morning my dad mentioned that my grandfather had awoken to see an old woman (not my grandmother) standing above his bed watching him.
I had my dad ask my grandfather to describe the woman he saw. When he described her to me I produced the account of the dream I had written down months before.
It was the same woman.
Years later we found the graves of a husband and wife, former inhabitants of the house, in that patch of wood. We hadn't seen them before because the markers were broken and covered with brush.
 
2007-10-31 1:38:10 PM  
Not too impressive, but once I was coming downstairs and saw a brilliant orb of light flash in my parent's cabinets. My mom saw it too, from a different angle in a different room. We searched all around the cabinet and there was no explanation. It was brighter and more concentrated than car headlights, none of the lights in the room were on... there was just no explanation we could find for such a small, short, blinding flash of light.
 
2007-10-31 1:38:48 PM  
Not a scary one but absolutely true

I had lost my husband suddenly and was in grief counselling. The topic that night was taking over things our lost spouses had done. One thing my husband had done was turn out the light every night.

I hadn't been doing turning it off and just sleeping with the light on. I can sleep anywhere and through almost anything, so it didn't bother me. I also saw the action as "his job" in a way, and I felt like it kind of displaced him (nothing much logical about severe grief). The counsellors said "do it all this week anyway".

That night, I snuggled down into bed with my dog to go to sleep and realized I'd forgotten to shut off the light. Too comfortable in my warm bed to sit up and reach for the switch, I thought to myself "what the hell, I'll start tomorrow".

Right on cue, at that very instant, the bulb burned out; the light was turned off. I like to think my husband did it for me one last time.
 
2007-10-31 1:39:36 PM  
Story 1

When I was about 10 years old back in Palmdale CA....1984?

I was in bed asleep, must have been about 3am or so. Only my mom was home during that time, my brother being in the UK.

My bedroom door opened by itself, which woke me up, I heard footsteps on the carpet (60s shag stuff) then I felt someone put their hand on my bed near my feet. The "hand" moved up the bed towards where my face was (me hiding under the covers) it stopped right near my chin, I heard breathing and it was much colder in the room that it should have been during the summer.

I guess I a got a little bravery in my head and jumped up onto the bed possibly expecting a burglar or something.

Nothing there, and the room got warmer instantly. I called out for my mom who came running, we checked all the doors and windows in the house to make sure they were locked, sure were.

I will never forget the feeling of dread and evil I had from whatever it was there.

We had some guys from our church come and bless our house after that, never happened again.

Story 2

A few years ago where I was in N Dallas with my family, I was watching TV with my wife and all the sudden we got this overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke in the house. Neither of us smoke, and neither did our neighbors. Being the kind of person that confronts stuff (as noted in my other story) I checked all the windows to make sure they were shut in case someone was smoking around our house. All locked. At that point I gave my wife the phone in case we needed the police to come, grabbed my pistol, and went outside to inspect the yards. I did not see anyone at all, no cigarettes burning around the area etc.

I went back inside and just ignored it.

The next morning I got a call from my step-mom, she was in tears and told me my older brother had passed away last night. He had drunk himself to death with vodka. Now my brother was a heavy smoker and always liked me, as I was the only one in the family that would talk to him when he was plastered (all the time).

I guess he came to see me one last time.
 
2007-10-31 1:39:43 PM  
Pimple: Yes. it was a little ghost carebear. Now when this shiat happens I'm always scared at first and that fear always makes it look evil at first, so in front of it I saw appear a little canon, and I knew it was going to shoot the canon at me.

Pachelbel's ghost?
 
2007-10-31 1:39:47 PM  
MayoBoy:

I heard that story but the hook was on his foot.


Congrats, I didn't have to wait long
 
2007-10-31 1:40:09 PM  
czarangelus: Not too impressive, but once I was coming downstairs and saw a brilliant orb of light flash in my parent's cabinets. My mom saw it too, from a different angle in a different room. We searched all around the cabinet and there was no explanation. It was brighter and more concentrated than car headlights, none of the lights in the room were on... there was just no explanation we could find for such a small, short, blinding flash of light.

Orb lightning. Or ball lightning, whichever you prefer to call it.

Ball Lightning. (linky-pops)
 
2007-10-31 1:40:15 PM  
somerandomfarkchickgroupie: When I was a kid [...], I shared a [...] bed with my sister. [...] I was on top.

That's hot.
 
2007-10-31 1:40:38 PM  
In the late '60's, my family purchased 'the family farm' from my Mom's father. Just after the big war (WWII), one of my uncles came home and committed suicide out by the barn. We went down (to southern WV) in mid-August, to check the farm house out. Hot, muggy August in the south. Within five minutes, Dad & I could see our breath in the house and our dog ran out of the house and for the rest of her life, she never went back in.

A few years later, my cousin was staying at the house to deer hunt. That night, he awoke to hear someone walk up the stairs, turn the corner and walk into the bedroom. Now, Randy is no little guy, he said he couldn't open his eyes to face whatever walked into the room.

There are other stories - people stealing furniture, etc., and calling my Grandfather to come and move the items back to the farm, PLEASE.
 
2007-10-31 1:40:42 PM  
I once saw this guy crossing the street, and when I mentioned it to someone else they said "But but .. that guy has been dead for 20 years!"

Scary.
 
2007-10-31 1:41:06 PM  
Here's mine: long story lesslong, a while back me and a few friends decided it'd be a fun idea to go to a "abandoned insane asylum" that none had been to, but knew friends who had. We're driving along this old highway and see a clearing in the trees and road blocks, we decide this must be it, because of the 20 clearings we'd past, this is the only one blocked off, and as we walked past the FIVE road blocks, past the guardgate to the left there was a giant building. So there is me, 2 normal kids, and a weird religious kid, and he decides its too creepy and goes back to the car, we drove 45mins to get there, and decide we dont want to leave 3 mins after arriving. So we start walking to the back, and theres a paved road (its about 1/2 mile long) to the left is the buildings, to the right a field of weeds (6-8ft tall), well the road curved around the field. So we're standing back there, and I hear the kid who went to the car calling my name saying "come back here" so we start walking back, and I say "whoa wait a minute, he's over 1/4 mile away, we cant even hear the cars going by on the highway yet we can hear him clear as day?" so we started walking back slower, and saw him walking infront of the barricades (its about midnight now, we saw a black figure with the background of passing headlights with his bodyshape) and he wouldnt answer us, and as we got closer we realized the black figure wasnt the kid, he never left the highway and claimed to have never called me name. If you're in south florida and want to check this place out, email me (email in profile) its west of US27 by the micosukee CASINO not reservation
 
2007-10-31 1:42:00 PM  
ActionPaintball:
I hate you!!! That's the reason PeeWee's big adventure gave me nightmares!

Prank Call of Cthulhu: As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids.

THIS.

grizzlyjohnson: We have raccoons where I grew up too.

3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?
 
2007-10-31 1:42:58 PM  
skinink: It started about six nights ago at 6pm, when I watched a video with all kinds of weird imagery on it. After it ended my cellphone rang. When I answered it, some stupid child on the other end said "Seven days." I screamed at her "Stop messing with your mother's phone!!!" and hung up on her. I have no idea what's supposed to happen in seven days.

"Who's gay?"
 
2007-10-31 1:42:58 PM  
kibblesnbits: Not a scary one but absolutely true

I had lost my husband suddenly and was in grief counselling. The topic that night was taking over things our lost spouses had done. One thing my husband had done was turn out the light every night.

I hadn't been doing turning it off and just sleeping with the light on. I can sleep anywhere and through almost anything, so it didn't bother me. I also saw the action as "his job" in a way, and I felt like it kind of displaced him (nothing much logical about severe grief). The counsellors said "do it all this week anyway".

That night, I snuggled down into bed with my dog to go to sleep and realized I'd forgotten to shut off the light. Too comfortable in my warm bed to sit up and reach for the switch, I thought to myself "what the hell, I'll start tomorrow".

Right on cue, at that very instant, the bulb burned out; the light was turned off. I like to think my husband did it for me one last time.


Or the lightbulb burned out.

I bet if most of you tried, you could find a perfectly cogent explanation for all of this stuff. Start with the fact that human senses and perception are notoriously unreliable and minds do, indeed, "play tricks" on people.
 
2007-10-31 1:44:28 PM  
biggest one for me:

when I lived in knoxville with my parents, I had the basement to myself(go figure for a farker but I was still 17-20 then..) There were very few windows in the basement so any morning light I wouldn't get. I would always leave a lamp on outside my room when I went to bed. My bedroom door took a lot of force to open, the knob was stiff and the frame seemed a bit small. it took a decent bit of force to turn the knob and a shoulder to pop the door open/closed but I always just dealt with that because sleeping with the bedroom door open bothers me.

One night, I get woken up to something hitting my bedroom door and my dog shaking and crying right next to me on the bed(she always slept right next to me and she's a small poodle, no way in hell she made the sound or opened the door on her own when it took most of my weight.) I'm out of it, look at my clock and it was off so I thought at first the power was out, maybe my parents were stumbling around looking for a flashlight or to tell me that there was a storm or something. I was going to ignore it and go back to sleep. Then it hits me, my stereo is on and I can see light comming from under the bedroom door - the power isn't out. No sooner than I realize this, my bedroom door opens and closes. I jump up and scramble looking for my flashlight that I kept next to my clock - it wasn't there. I get up and stumble out of my bedroom and search this house top to bottom, every window, door, and garage closed and locked. I went as far as waking up my parents so they could help me look because I was convinced there was someone there(I originally thought there was just another person, in the house. didn't consider anything paranormal until later.) We found nothing. We didn't even find the flashlight until a week later in a spare bedroom when my parents had some friends over.

I'd swear that flashlight was there before I went to bed. Some people I've told this story to say it could be a created memory but I seem to remember seeing the flashlight shining right before the bedroom door opened and closed but I saw no shadow or anything pass before it closed.

Also, on inspecting why the clock was off - it was unplugged. This outlet was behind my bed where I don't think I could've possibly gotten to it without waking myself up.

After that, there were several incidents of sound on my stereo or computer cutting out and an extremely deep voice comming through. I've got no explanation for any of it.
 
2007-10-31 1:44:28 PM  
planck: somerandomfarkchickgroupie: When I was a kid [...], I shared a [...] bed with my sister. [...] I was on top.

That's hot.


Oh the beauty of quote editing. I LOL'd.

Zarkin Frood:

grizzlyjohnson: We have raccoons where I grew up too.

3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?


Things seem a whole lot bigger when you're a kid.
 
2007-10-31 1:44:43 PM  
I tried to write this all down but it ended up being a small movel. So the short version is:

My College roommates girlfriends house was haunted. No maybe, not we saw some strange things. that place was haunted. The girl was very open about it and tons of little things happened the year we hung out there, the worst night was when we were on the second floor there was clearly someone walking on the floor above us (3 story old house on the old Main Street). We kinda laughed about it until doors started to slam... HARD from that floor above us.

The girl started looking nervous when the doors started to slam and said we should go. Normally the little incidents or sounds made her chuckle but she looked really freaked out that night. We left out the back door and she explained that in High School she lost a boyfriend when they were in her room alone and the door started slamming itself followed by the boyfriend felt something punch him in the back and neck.
 
2007-10-31 1:45:27 PM  
Don't know if this qualifies as a ghost story but is the freakiest of a group of stories that happened to my mother's side of the family.

My mother's family grew up on a large ranch is south Texas. The land had been acquired thru dubious means and it was a time of black magic and curses and such (30's and 40's) so there were many supernatural stories.

My grandmother had a nasty baseball size open sore on her leg that would not heal. Her doctor told her what she needed to do was apply cactus pulp to her wound periodically. My mother and her sister took a wash tub and walked 50 or 60 yards from the house and harvested a full tub of cactus paddles, covered it with a towel and walked 3 minutes back to the house. When they arrived at the house and took off the towel, the cactus was covered in maggots. They then repeated the process and when they got back and took off the towel a second time, the cactus was dry and brittle as if it was sitting out in the sun for weeks.

My grandmother then consulted a local witch as she knew black magic was the source of her wound. The witch told her to find out who cursed her was to have someone move an egg in the sign of the cross 3 times over her torso while she lay on her back while reciting the Lord's Prayer, then break the egg in a dish and the name of the person would appear in the yolk. That night the entire family gathered in the kitchen and started the procedure with my mother moving the egg and saying the prayer. Just as she was about to finish, all the light went out in the house and roster screeched by the kitchen door which startled my mom and caused her to drop the egg. The lights were out for about a minute, no lighters would work, no matches would work and flashlights would not work. After the minute the lights came on and lighters, matches and flashlights now worked.

End of story is my grand mother knew who had cursed her, she was just trying to verify who it was. She confronted the woman and got her to remove the curse, the open sore healed in the next few days.

My mother's side of the family are serious people, I have confirmed this story with four of the people who witnessed this by having them tell me the story. Plus its your mom, so you would believe her and she was visibly shaken in telling the story 50 years later.
 
2007-10-31 1:46:13 PM  
My ghost baby story happened a little over a year ago.

A few days before the incident, we had finally gotten our then 9 month old daughter sleeping in her own crib in her own bedroom. We installed a baby monitor and turned it on at night while we slept.

Well, around 3 AM one night, I woke to hear the baby crying. By the time I went into her room, she was no longer crying but she sat up quickly when I came in. I nursed her until she was passed out, put her back in bed and then stumbled back to my bedroom. But by the time I got back in the room, she was making whimpering noises. I wondered if she was getting sick.

She never stopped whimpering and after just a few minutes, started crying full force again. I got up, went to her room, and again, she had quieted down but sat up quickly to greet me. I nursed her again, settled her back down and went back to bed.

This pattern repeated itself over and over for two hours. I would lay her down passed out, but by the time I got back, she would be whimpering and sometimes even crying. Finally I woke my husband and asked him go in with her. He went out of the room and I crashed on the bed trying to rest a little.

Instead of calming down, though, she got more and more agitated. She started screaming full force. And it was such an odd cry--raspy and not at all like her normal cry. I thought by this time that she must be getting sick. I listened for what my husband was doing to calm her, but heard nothing. Finally, I got up, angry that he wasn't talking to her or singing to her or anything and that I wasn't going to get any sleep at all.

And then the terror struck. I left our bedroom, entered the hallway and saw that her door was open. My husband was holding a perfectly calm baby in his arms, yet I was hearing her screaming coming from the monitor in our bedroom. In my groggy brain, this could mean only one thing--a ghost baby was haunting our monitor! I screamed, waking the actual baby, pissing off my husband and causing the dogs to jump to alert status.

Then I realized the monitor was on the wrong channel and remembered that our neighbor was "sleep training" her son by letting him cry it out all night until he passed out in exhaustion. Apparently I had been waking up our actual baby all night by bursting into her room after hearing the neighbor baby, and at the same time keeping myself awake and miserable for a considerable time. In short, I am an idiot.
 
2007-10-31 1:46:23 PM  
Zarkin Frood: ActionPaintball:
I hate you!!! That's the reason PeeWee's big adventure gave me nightmares!

Prank Call of Cthulhu: As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids.

THIS.

grizzlyjohnson: We have raccoons where I grew up too.

3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?


Probably just a pack of el chupa cabras dude. Nothing to see here.
 
2007-10-31 1:46:54 PM  
My father was the only child of a farmer whose wife died of cancer when my father was 21. The farm was actually hers because her father had owned it before he comitted suicide by hanging himself in the barn. When she died, Dad quit college and returned home to help out with the farm.

About 10 years after moving home my dad met my mom, married her, and moved to the city about 20 miles away. Grandpa felt abandoned and depressed and comitted suicide in the kitchen (I wasn't born until a few years later).

Dad rented out the farm house to a family for about 15 years who never complained of anything strange or supernatural. When the renters moved on, we went out there to clean it up again, and that's when things started getting spooky.

There was a room where a staircase had been until Dad and Grandpa moved it to the other side of the house. While we were repainting that room, we could hear sounds of someone using the now non-existant staircase. Our dog refused to go into that room and once I saw here barking at it with her hair on end. My mom said she looked up from working on the kitchen floor and saw my dad's grandpa leaning on the doorway watching her, but he then disappeared.

We rented out the house again to a few different renters who also never complained of anything spooky. After another few years, dad sold the 10 acres with the house on it.

By this time, I had moved away from my parents house, but I heard some strange rumors from my sisters about things going on in the house. Several times when my parents came home they would hear a radio on in the basement, but on going down there the sound would fade and they wouldn't find anything on. Another time my dad was reloading shotgun shells and one shell fell off the reloader and on the floor twice on its own; when dad took a closer look the brass on the shell was cracked and could have caused a dangerous explosion if he had used the shell.

Fast-foward to the present; my parents have decided to sell all the land on the farm. Tomorrow the sale closes and the farm will transfer ownership after being in the family over a hundred years. On Sunday my parents had a fancy dinner at home to celebrate getting paid after the final crop was taken off the farm. My mom toasted saying, "Here's to the final crop from the farm" and just then the house let out two low groans. They got up and looked for the cat to see if that was it, but the cat was sleeping in a chair.

[weird - I was just ready to hit "Add Comment" and my parents rang the doorbell of my house; the first time they've ever dropped by unannounced]
 
2007-10-31 1:47:09 PM  
grizzlyjohnson 2007-10-31 01:39:43 PM

Pachelbel's ghost?


Now that I think about it, I did have the sudden urge to go to a wedding.


/Haha, I just look at the 2006 thread and I was a douche in it.
 
2007-10-31 1:47:37 PM  
i actually get sleep paralysis alot. most times i count to three and basically make myself jump up in order to move. i must have it 57-10 times a year.

i have three scary lil demons that run a muck in my house most nights. all my boys
 
2007-10-31 1:47:44 PM  
So in college I was into photography and spent many a late night in the art center working in the dark room. There were always stories being bandied about from the art students about a depressed girl that cut herself and bled out over her work as her final project. OOOooo. I didn't believe it for a second because most of the art majors I knew were clinicaly insane or whacked out on drugs. But as I worked late one night for my expostion. I got this errie feeling of being watched. I would turn expecting someone at the dark room door. Nothing.

Then I heard the softest...creepiest...whisper. Almost unintelligible. But I heard "want" and "you" in the barely audible.

"Hello?" I said loud and forcefully. Now it was clear.

"They want you. That is why I've come for you."

HOLY FARK. This is it. A spiritual enounter. I snapped a fresh roll of film in place. The revolving dark room door began to spin. For the for first time in my life cold terror gripped me. My heart pounded as the door scraped against its frame and a hand started to push it aside.

It was my girlfriend. Drunk from a girls night on the town. She attacked me in way that was nearly criminal and using the rooms equipment in ways that it was never intended.

The scary part was the next day when my prof put his hand on my shoulder saying "I know what you've been doing in the dark room!"

"You do?!"...gulp.

"Creating exceptional work!"

Ah ha ha...thats what I thought you meant.

/no scary stories
//but this helped pass a conference call.
 
2007-10-31 1:49:03 PM  
LiDDiS: Zarkin Frood: ActionPaintball:
I hate you!!! That's the reason PeeWee's big adventure gave me nightmares!

Prank Call of Cthulhu: As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids.

THIS.

grizzlyjohnson: We have raccoons where I grew up too.

3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Probably just a pack of el chupacabras dude. Nothing to see here.


FTFY. Unless you really wanted the word "the" in there, in which case it would be los chupacabras.
 
2007-10-31 1:49:29 PM  
Zarkin Frood: 3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Sure, racoons do that all the time, especially if they're threatened, and the big ones can easily be that tall. They can open doors and windows and are not shy about it.

flatrock.org.nzView Full Size
 
2007-10-31 1:49:48 PM  
used to work graveyard front desk at a luxary hotel (has something to do with "the mouse") I have several stories of haunted rooms but this best from that particular job.
One night, around 10 pm, the swing shift managers were still there and I was manning the back office telephone answering guest questions. The phone rang from room 9325 (not the real room number.) "This is odd." I thought because at that time all the rooms in building 9 had been stripped down for rehab. This was not even chair left in those room and the entire building was barricaded by 6 foot tall construction walls.
I answered the phone and it was silent on the other end. I hung up and informed my managers (two women in their late 20s) and they decided to go out to the building and make no one was in the building (for safety reasons)
They came back 20 minutes later. NOthing. But they were scared outta their minds. They go home after 11 and my phone rings again. Same room. Same silence. This time I have to contact the "duty manager" or the only manager in charge of the resort at night. He's a housekeeping manager and I tell him what is up.
He calls security and his "house boy" to go up with him. I get a phone call from him a few minutes later "D, I'm coming down, get the Crisis keys" The Crisis keys are the only hard keys we have that unlock the deadbolts on the doors when guests have looked themselves in the room.
He gets the keys and 30 minutes later when he returns, he says that when he arrived at the room with security, the door was deadbolted and the connecting room door was shut. He sat a security host outside the door and the house boy by the connecting door while he came to the get the keys from me. When he returned with the keys and unlocked the deadbolt, he tried to open the door but couldn't because it felt like someone was holding it closed on the other side. FInally the door gave way and slammed open to an empty room. Nobody in the room.
/I see dead people
//I have many ghosts stories
 
2007-10-31 1:50:26 PM  
stryker4526: LiDDiS: Zarkin Frood: ActionPaintball:
I hate you!!! That's the reason PeeWee's big adventure gave me nightmares!

Prank Call of Cthulhu: As someone who finds children to be creepy at the best of times, I was hoping someone here would have a good scary tale of Black Eyed Kids.

THIS.

grizzlyjohnson: We have raccoons where I grew up too.

3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Probably just a pack of el chupacabras dude. Nothing to see here.

FTFY. Unless you really wanted the word "the" in there, in which case it would be los las chupacabras.


FTFM
 
2007-10-31 1:50:35 PM  
About 20 years ago I was driving from Boston to Nashville, I was on some scenic mountain highway(can't remember the name)and it really was a dark and stormy night. So anyway at about 1:00 am or so I come around this sharp bend in the road in a torrential downpour and there's a soaking wet, blonde lady in a white gown by the side of the road, my headlights lit her up and with the white dress and platium hair she looked like she was glowing. I had to crank my steering wheel hard to avoid running her over and fishtailed to within inches of driving off the road and down an embankment. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
/I know, not much of a story but it scared the bejeebus out of me.
 
2007-10-31 1:52:34 PM  
Back when I was a kid, a friend and I used to play around with a Ouija board we had made. Basically it involved each of us making stuff up and trying to scared the shiat out of each other. Well, one time we "talked" to a someone/thing named "Wendy". It/she/we said that she had been 13 years old when she died, it had been a long time ago and she was really lonely at the time.
A couple of years later, I went on my yearly camping trip in Scouts to Valley Forge, Pennsylvania. It was to be my last trip there, as I was getting out, and it was my favorite regular trip we made. Instead of doing the 10 mile hike with the rest of the troop I decided to explore the woods nearby by following an almost non-existent path.
I continued on, unsure of exactly where I was headed, but felt compelled to go on none the less. Eventually, I came to an abandoned grave yard. Still driven, I walked among the faded and worn tombstones until I stopped. Wherever I was compelled to go I finally reached my destination. I looked down at the tombstone and it read "Wendy Blanchard 1869-1882". I remembered my Wendy story from so long ago and got chills down my spine. I just stared at the gravestone and for some reason started to feel extremely lonely so I picked some flowers, left them on the grave and left, feeling strangely content.
 
2007-10-31 1:52:41 PM  
My roommate is a huge drinker, but in a bad way. And so, one day he called in sick because of a hangover and decided to fix the kitchen sink. He turned off the water and removed some parts and went to work. All of the sudden, scolding hot water squirted up from where you'd turn the faucet on and sprayed all over him. He flipped out and ran out of the house. When I got home, he told me the story very seriously. We talked to the maintenance/contractor guy at work, who explained that the water came from the water heater, which releases pressure every once in a while and, since the handle was missing, that was the quickest point of exit for the water. And so my roommate is a huge drunk moron who got really scared at something retarded and oh did I laugh at him.
 
2007-10-31 1:53:03 PM  
Radworld4: So in college I was into photography and spent many a late night in the art center working in the dark room. There were always stories being bandied about from the art students about a depressed girl that cut herself and bled out over her work as her final project. OOOooo. I didn't believe it for a second because most of the art majors I knew were clinicaly insane or whacked out on drugs. But as I worked late one night for my expostion. I got this errie feeling of being watched. I would turn expecting someone at the dark room door. Nothing.

Then I heard the softest...creepiest...whisper. Almost unintelligible. But I heard "want" and "you" in the barely audible.

"Hello?" I said loud and forcefully. Now it was clear.

"They want you. That is why I've come for you."

HOLY FARK. This is it. A spiritual enounter. I snapped a fresh roll of film in place. The revolving dark room door began to spin. For the for first time in my life cold terror gripped me. My heart pounded as the door scraped against its frame and a hand started to push it aside.

It was my girlfriend. Drunk from a girls night on the town. She attacked me in way that was nearly criminal and using the rooms equipment in ways that it was never intended.

The scary part was the next day when my prof put his hand on my shoulder saying "I know what you've been doing in the dark room!"

"You do?!"...gulp.

"Creating exceptional work!"

Ah ha ha...thats what I thought you meant.

/no scary stories
//but this helped pass a conference call.


That's hot.
 
2007-10-31 1:53:14 PM  
I was reading this story about a guy who was born of a virgin babe, had supernatural powers and could alter the state of matter and energy. When he was 33, he pissed off some very important people who had him carry a cross up a hill while they beat the shiat out of him. Then they nailed him up there and he died. Three days later he came back to life, then he hung out with his buds for a while and rose up into the clouds. Now I hear I have to go to a building with benches and a guy wearing a dress feeds you blood and flesh.

No way, says I, sounds like hooey to me!
 
2007-10-31 1:53:39 PM  
once I was driving home for X-mas and I got a flat tire, I fixed it but then I kept seeing the same hitchhiker every 20 miles.

Turns out I was dead.
 
2007-10-31 1:53:44 PM  
Daffydil
Thanks for the comic relief between stories...

I'm glad my suffering can bring you a smile :)
 
2007-10-31 1:53:57 PM  
One night my girlfriend at the time and I were driving home from the laundromat. It was probably 12:30-1:00 in the morning. We were coming up to a green light in front of a grocery store, and as we did we saw a man (looked to be early 20's)sitting on the curb on our side of the road, as if he was waiting for his ride to come pick him up. As we approached the light, it inexplicably turned red (there wasn't another car in sight), so I stopped. He was right next to us so we finally got a real good look at him. The man was wearing what looked to be an all-white cook's outfit, but his face was ashen, as if he had flour all over it, and there was a bloody wound on his right cheek. My girlfriend, sitting in the passenger seat and thus closer to him, says "Um, he's walking towards the car..." He had gotten up and was coming towards the rear passenger side door. Needless to say I took off through the red light while my girlfriend called 911. We pulled in to a parking lot about an 1/8 of a mile up the road and waited until we saw police lights. When we did (after roughly 90 seconds - the police station was right down the street), we drove back past the scene on the opposite side of the road, where there were now two cruisers. And no bleeding dude.

/weirded OUT.
 
2007-10-31 1:55:08 PM  
I had a student room in a hall of residence next to a huge graveyard. The hall itself used to be a loony bin.

One night I woke up, and in the speckley darkness there was a shadowy figure. It looked like someone wearing a pantomime horse head, and struggling to take it off.

I dozed off, then woke up again wondering how he'd got into the room. The door should had been locked. Well, this time he was gone, and the door was still locked.

I don't really believe in ghosts, but that's the closest I've ever seen. It was probably a dream, really.
 
2007-10-31 1:56:36 PM  
This one time, at band camp...

/got nothin
 
2007-10-31 1:56:47 PM  
Here's mine:

So, I'm about 5 years old, my sister 8, living in Birmingham, Alabama. We had a nice family room downstairs, with a wetbar, a pool table and the family's TV set (this is 1974-ish).

The TV set had no remotes or even buttons, it was all knobs.

Anyway, one night we're watching TV as a family and the sound cuts out on the TV. Not an unknown event, so we just wait it out.

Ten minutes later still no sound. So, my father gets up and do some percussive maintainence on the box when he notices the volume knob was turned all the way down. Somehow. Even though no one had gotten up or touched it.

With a shrug he turns it back up and settles back to watch whatever.

10 minutes later the EXACT same thing happens; the knob gets turned all the way down. We fix.

10 minutes after THAT it happens again. We all get pleasurably freakish at that point and decide to physically remove the knob after turning it up.

10 minutes later the power plug of the TV 'falls out of the socket'.

We stopped watching TV for that night.

....

I know I suck at story telling, but I'll remember that incident until the day I die. Until this day I honestly don't have any idea as to what was happening. In truth, the only logical explanation is a prank from someone, but everyone in my family was freaked-out by it.

/ we were a neilson family too
// booo!
/// You feel larger! And Oranger!
 
2007-10-31 1:57:06 PM  
[image from scifi.com too old to be available]
I'm a child shrink and I had a wierd case.

Basically the kid was dilusional. He would see things. His stories would really bother me but he would meet with me almost daily with a new story to tell. We would meet at his doctor's, his home and sometimes at a park. Poor kid.

Thats when I realized I was dead the whole time!!!!!!

/stupid movie.
 
2007-10-31 1:57:25 PM  
An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset.

Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational.

In a complete loss of composure he jumped out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.

A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms violently trying to get the unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

As the drunk stood there, unsteady on his feet, staring down at the sheets, a hospital security guard, (barely containing his (laughter), and who had watched the whole incident, walked up and asked, "What the heck is going on here?"

The drunk, still staring down replied: "I think I just beat the shiat out of a ghost."
 
2007-10-31 1:57:39 PM  
shotgun_riding: One night my girlfriend at the time and I were driving home from the laundromat. It was probably 12:30-1:00 in the morning. We were coming up to a green light in front of a grocery store, and as we did we saw a man (looked to be early 20's)sitting on the curb on our side of the road, as if he was waiting for his ride to come pick him up. As we approached the light, it inexplicably turned red (there wasn't another car in sight), so I stopped. He was right next to us so we finally got a real good look at him. The man was wearing what looked to be an all-white cook's outfit, but his face was ashen, as if he had flour all over it, and there was a bloody wound on his right cheek. My girlfriend, sitting in the passenger seat and thus closer to him, says "Um, he's walking towards the car..." He had gotten up and was coming towards the rear passenger side door. Needless to say I took off through the red light while my girlfriend called 911. We pulled in to a parking lot about an 1/8 of a mile up the road and waited until we saw police lights. When we did (after roughly 90 seconds - the police station was right down the street), we drove back past the scene on the opposite side of the road, where there were now two cruisers. And no bleeding dude.

/weirded OUT.


Of course, it's COMPLETELY implausible that perhaps a deli worker from that grocery store injured himself and was perhaps turning pale from loss of blood. And those cruisers COULDN'T have been there investigating a possible crime scene after the possible victim went to seek help or something, which he could've been trying to do when you were at the light.
 
2007-10-31 1:58:17 PM  
Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox: I still think about it sometimes at night and get a little freaked out.

It's amazing how things like that never leave you.

I just remember seeing the red eyes behind the door (still so vivid in my mind). I wanted to get up and jump down out of the bed to run get my parents (had no interest in anything spooky, was kind of a sheltered kid, never allowed to watch anything remotely scary/controvertial). I realized I was boxed in and couldn't get out, I could sit up and move, but only to pound against the "walls" around me (head of the bed and wall that the bed was against, but there was a new "wall" where the air should have been). I kept struggling until I fell out of bed (hard). And went to get my parents who refused to believe anything other than me having a nightmare. I let it go, but have never forgotten it.
 
2007-10-31 1:58:37 PM  
It was about 5pm and I took a nap after coming home from school. The tv was on and I feel asleep. I dreamed that I was at a mall in Beverly Hills that I used to go to all the time.

In my dream I was with my girlfriend shopping then all of a sudden these dark shadow-like creatures with glowing red eyes started attacking everyone at the mall. They would torture and kill people slowly. The really scary thing was that I could FEEL the hatred and evil in them and I could FEEL the pleasure they took in hurting others. I try to make my way to my car and I'm almost there when one of the creature jumps into me.

At this point I wake up. I had no control over my body. My hand reaches under my bed where I keep the gun in a safety box. While my hand goes for the gun I'm trying to stop it and trying to stand up but I can't. I open the box, take out the gun, cock it, and start pointing it toward the door and slowly towards myself when I finally gain control of my body again and stop.

It was the scariest experience of my life and I couldn't sleep right for weeks.
 
2007-10-31 1:59:44 PM  
threez: Check this out. I used to work at a office supply chain store 3rd shift, 10pm-6am, when I was a teenager. We couldn't leave the store until the management came in in the morning, and two of the three guys working in the store smoked, so we would go into the basement to have a smoke a few times a night. The basement was as big as a smaller underground parking lot, with a store room in the middle of it. On one side was the area where out store kept stock, shelving, and other crap. The other side of the basement was barren, and had no lights. It was over that side that the room to the boiler room was, as well as an old hallway that had a few unused rooms branching off of it. An old locker room, with showers, and a supply room with old Halloween decorations. We explored these rooms in subsequent trips. But the ghostly experience happened while we were checking out the boiler room which is on the furthest side, and completely in the pitch black dark. We opened the heavy metal door, and we all went inside the room. One of my co workers notices something strange... he proceeded to prove his thory true. If all three of us were in the room, the door would start slowly closing. If one of us was outside, on the other side of the doorway, the door wouldn't move. Spooky shiat. So after poking around a few minutes, we hear children laughing. Now mind you, it's about 3am, and we are in an area where if there were a door, it would lead out into the ally behind the store. Also, we considered the tv might be on in the break room which was kind of above us. Neither checked out. There was also no doubt about what we heard, as soon as I heard the laughing, I saw that the other two guys were listening and whispering about what was that as much as I was. Of course I was about to shiat a brick, so I shouted at it... "HELLO?" Umm yea, they kept on laughing as if I hadn't said a word. It sounded like they were playing. At 3am. In a boiler room. SO cut to a few days later. We are down there smoking cigarettes under the lights in the lighted area of the basement, and there is this metal panel type of thing mounted on the wall in a dimly lit area of the basement. I was looking in that direction when I noticed that I couldnt see it for a few seconds, and the I could. Understand I could only see it barely, because it's metal, and it reflects light. I assume something walked by it, between it and myself, blocking out the view. Something was down there. So I kept working there, and we would still go down for smokes, and make these nervous jokes. This experience changed my life. Ghosts exists, there is just no doubt to me. I think they are energies left over that can manifest in different ways. They definitely have a presence.

And what exactly were you smoking downthere?
 
2007-10-31 2:00:03 PM  
While I was in grade school my family lived in a haunted house. The house was occupied by either one entity that was alternately "good" and "evil" or by more than one entity. Either way whenever there was an incident the entity would respond to the name Frank. The family that owned the house before us had an Uncle Frank who had died in the house 40-some years before we moved in.

When I say he was both good and evil I mean he was sometimes almost playful, as when on a calm day my entire family, including an aunt and a cousin, witnessed a swing we had hanging from a tree in the yard swinging back and forth, as if someone was on it. One of us said "stop swinging Frank" and the swing would stop. Give the instruction "swing again Frank" and it would start up again. This went on for a good twenty minutes, starting and stopping on command, with nobody even near the swing.

Then there were the evil acts, although nobody was ever physically harmed, items were broken and the entity obviously intended to frighten us.

One night my father fell asleep on the couch watching TV. In the middle of the night we were woken up by my father screaming. He was pinned to the couch with his arms against his chest. He woke up and intended to go up to bed but was unable to move. When my mother responded to his shouts and realized what was happening she simply said "leave him alone Frank" and my father was released. My dad may have been playing or temporarally insane, but I have never seen him as frightened as he was that night.

A favorite trick of Frank's was to slam the basement door. It would happen at random times, when nobody was even near it, but most often it happened when someone went to the basement. You could even prop the door open but when you weren't looking, SLAM! The door would stand open on it's own without closing, as it might if it was hung poorly, and it never slowly swung closed, if Frank wanted it closed he would slam it closed.

Other malicious occurances were dishes, toys and other items flying across a room and smashing against the wall. Once we were watching TV when dishes started smashing, we went to the kitchen and plates and cups were flying from the cabinet against the wall opposite. "Stop it Frank", and it stopped.

Once I was walking home from school when I noticed clothes flying out of an upstairs window. I thought maybe someone had broken in so I ran to the house next door and had them call the police. The positions of the neighboring houses allowed us to see the front and the north side of the house from the house I was at, and we called the neighbors on the other side, who could see the back and the south side. We had the house covered and saw nobody leave the house, and the south side neighbors said clothes continued to occasionally fly out the window. When the police showed up he went inside, and came running out minutes later. He was shaken and said nobody was in the house but he saw a shirt come off the floor and fly out the window. I told Frank to leave the clothes alone, and everything returned to "normal".

There were many, many other occurances, and every member of my family (mom, dad, 3 brothers & 1 sister) had personal interactions with Frank. As mentioned here neighbors, police and relatives, as well as several friends witnessed events that went on. I could get at least 40 people to attest to different things they saw.

You can say there are no such things as ghosts, but noone ever convinced Frank.
 
2007-10-31 2:00:19 PM  
One time I came home, it was pitch dark and my tv was floating across the living room. I didn't know what to say!
 
2007-10-31 2:00:56 PM  
I operate a paranormal research group out of Salem Oregon, the sad part of all the recent hype of paranormal is that there are people with legitmate mental and emotional issues declining to seek treatment because they suddenly feel validated by society apparently embracing the paranormal "genre" when in truth 98% of all paranormal reports are either fraud, mistaking simple environmental events and conditions for paranormal, batshiat nuts or just plain stupid.

That being said, I've been on more than one site that had things going on that couldn't be easily or readily explained away. Not only do we bring people who are clairvoyant (and no, there's no way to certify it, you either trust them, or you don't) but we also have a few PHD's in the group, from psychologists to physicists. If you want to find spots that may truly contain authentic "hauntings" (define that term however you want, there's no consensus) check out insane asylums or the like. Fairview Training Center and Damash State Hospital in Oregon are two prime examples.

Anyway, my .02 cents.. which are now worth what.. a hay pennie?
 
2007-10-31 2:01:21 PM  
sortanerd: Zarkin Frood: Redwing: I like Turtles


Well, my sister will back me up on this even if no one else will. When we were little, we lived out in the country in Virginia near the NC border. My room was at the end of the hallway on the corner of the house. At this time I was about 7 and my sister was about 4 or 5.

I would always keep the window down in my room because it got unnaturally cold if it was open (even during the spring/summer) One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.

I slammed the window shut and locked it and started screaming for my sister (whose room was right next door and whose window faced the front of the house as well. She ran into my room and looked at me with big eyes and said, "Did you see them?" I asked her what she saw and she said she saw something with red eyes running away from my window on two legs and climb up the tree. She said there were more in the tree. She said she's seen them before.

After that, they never tried to open my window again, but I would see them from time to time until my family outgrew the house and we moved away when I was 10.


treefrogs.

case solved.


wait until you hear those frogs "crying" out in the fields. Sounds exactly like a small infant...
tiny babies...crying, all alone in the dark... outside....
 
2007-10-31 2:01:26 PM  
So I'm in the backseat of my budies new '85 Mustang. We are drinking and speeding.
I hear a voice clear as day say "Put on your seatbelt!" I look to the empty seat on my left and my father is sitting there. He repeats "Put on your seatbelt!".
The car is brand new, and the back seat lap belts are still tucked under the cushions. I dig around and finally clip the belt around my waist. Moments later, the driver loses control on a near right angle inclined turn over a railroad grade. The car goes airborn, lands bumper first on the rail, and rolls down the other side of the embankment. I bruise my self rather badly internally, but avoid being ejected out the open sunroof and possibly under the car as it rolled.
The odd thing about this?
My father had died about 3 months earlier.
 
2007-10-31 2:02:17 PM  
emirem: threez: Check this out. I used to work at a office supply chain store 3rd shift, 10pm-6am, when I was a teenager. We couldn't leave the store until the management came in in the morning, and two of the three guys working in the store smoked, so we would go into the basement to have a smoke a few times bowls a night. The basement was as big as a smaller underground parking lot, with a store room in the middle of it. On one side was the area where out store kept stock, shelving, and other crap. The other side of the basement was barren, and had no lights. It was over that side that the room to the boiler room was, as well as an old hallway that had a few unused rooms branching off of it. An old locker room, with showers, and a supply room with old Halloween decorations. We explored these rooms in subsequent trips. But the ghostly experience happened while we were checking out the boiler room which is on the furthest side, and completely in the pitch black dark. We opened the heavy metal door, and we all went inside the room. One of my co workers notices something strange... he proceeded to prove his thory true. If all three of us were in the room, the door would start slowly closing. If one of us was outside, on the other side of the doorway, the door wouldn't move. Spooky shiat. So after poking around a few minutes, we hear children laughing. Now mind you, it's about 3am, and we are in an area where if there were a door, it would lead out into the ally behind the store. Also, we considered the tv might be on in the break room which was kind of above us. Neither checked out. There was also no doubt about what we heard, as soon as I heard the laughing, I saw that the other two guys were listening and whispering about what was that as much as I was. Of course I was about to shiat a brick, so I shouted at it... "HELLO?" Umm yea, they kept on laughing as if I hadn't said a word. It sounded like they were playing. At 3am. In a boiler room. SO cut to a few days later. We are down there smoking marijuana cigarettes under the lights in the lighted area of the basement, and there is this metal panel type of thing mounted on the wall in a dimly lit area of the basement. I was looking in that direction when I noticed that I couldnt see it for a few seconds, and the I could. Understand I could only see it barely, because it's metal, and it reflects light. I assume something walked by it, between it and myself, blocking out the view. Something was down there. So I kept working there, and we would still go down for smokes bowls, and make these nervous jokes. This experience changed my life. Ghosts exists, there is just no doubt to me. I think they are energies left over that can manifest in different ways. They definitely have a presence.

And what exactly were you smoking downthere?


Fixed that for him. Now you know.
 
2007-10-31 2:02:20 PM  
halB: That sounds kind of like the hand I saw when I was 11 or 12.
 
2007-10-31 2:03:19 PM  
When I was working in Bosnia I spent some time in Brcko (pronounced birch-ko) at Camp McGovern. Apparently this was a chicken processing plant turned into a processing center for local Muslims captured by Serbian forces. There was a large, long structure in the center where people were herded in, stripped of valuables, branded, and led outside to be executed against the wall. It snowed a lot while I was there, but I never saw snow accumulate against the base of this particular wall. It always seemed to end about three feet from the wall, as if to signify where the victims would have lined up. It wasn't as if there was a large overhang, either. I was so glad to leave that base...I have never been superstitious but that place gave me the creeps.
 
2007-10-31 2:03:32 PM  
Dr.Zom: Zarkin Frood: Sounds like Brown Jenkin (new window)

I don't wanna click. My coworkers might think less of me if I scream in the office. OK i clicked. I'm glad it was an animated drawing. It sounds about right, but I don't remember seeing a tail. Of course, it was dark. I have a question... what is "Keziah"? Because I was doing geneaology and I found a relative back in the 1700s with the word Keziah in it. I assumed that was her name. What is it?

caelian:
My dads side of the family is native american and i've heard stories like that before. I used to get scared, but not as scared as I was of the Wendigo.
 
2007-10-31 2:03:39 PM  
grizzlyjohnson

How cute is that?

gorgor-I'm glad my suffering can bring you a smile :)

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2007-10-31 2:03:52 PM  
OK so here's my first story,
I used to live in a run of the mill 2 bedroom apartment with my wife. We didn't have kids at the time so I used the second room as a computer/hobby/workshop room. At that point in my life I used to stay up until stupid hours playin' video games with a buddy via modem (no that's not the scary part). One night during one of our C&C:TS marathons I notice it got a biatchilly and someone go past the door toward the bathroom and bedroom, I got up to see what my wife was doing up so late and to turn the heater up, but no one was there, and it wasn't so cold anymore. I just passed it off as an acid flashback and carried on. Roughly a week later the same thing happens, the room gets chilly, something goes by the door, and it sounds as if something has been knocked over in the storage closet. Once again I get up to go check it out and get over come with that fight-or-flee feeling, I quickly peek into the bedroom to check on my wife, steer clear of the storage closet (I've seen alot of horror movies and opening the noisy area never panned out well for them) and quickly go back into the computer room, closing the door behind me. It became a regular occurance, I had on several occasion caught a glimpse of a white wisp after the temp drop and that creepy feeling set in, my wife had the unpleasantness of seeing on a few occasions, after that she didn't stay up that late anymore and refused to go in the computer room late at night. It was always the same chain of events, get chilly, get creeped out/have that fight-or-flee urge kick in, something would go by the door, noise in the storage closet, and it was gone. Honestly, the whole thing wasn't pleasant, you get used to it after awhile, and in reality it never harmed anyone except for scare the piss out of you for about 5 minutes. Maybe you had to be there for it to be scary, I often wonder how the new tenants in that appartment have faired.
/I'd tell you my other stories, but I think you've all laughed at me enough for one day.
 
2007-10-31 2:04:41 PM  
Jmast7, Zarkin Frood, ItsJustJake, etc.

Lots of people have that experience: Shadow people.
 
2007-10-31 2:05:00 PM  
MyFarkIsWorseThanMyBite: I operate a paranormal research group out of Salem Oregon, the sad part of all the recent hype of paranormal is that there are people with legitmate mental and emotional issues declining to seek treatment because they suddenly feel validated by society apparently embracing the paranormal "genre" when in truth 98% of all paranormal reports are either fraud, mistaking simple environmental events and conditions for paranormal, batshiat nuts or just plain stupid.

That being said, I've been on more than one site that had things going on that couldn't be easily or readily explained away. Not only do we bring people who are clairvoyant (and no, there's no way to certify it, you either trust them, or you don't) but we also have a few PHD's in the group, from psychologists to physicists. If you want to find spots that may truly contain authentic "hauntings" (define that term however you want, there's no consensus) check out insane asylums or the like. Fairview Training Center and Damash State Hospital in Oregon are two prime examples.

Anyway, my .02 cents.. which are now worth what.. a hay pennie?


So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.
 
2007-10-31 2:05:11 PM  
rebelyell2006: A lady at my college, an RA, was sleeping one night, her roommate off at home, and she felt a presence. When she put on her glasses and looked up from her bed, she saw a faceless being that was facing her bed. She asked if she could be of any service, and then the being just vanished!

If it was faceless, how did she know it was facing the bed?
 
2007-10-31 2:05:12 PM  
Another one:

I worked at a Boy Scout camp in Rhode Island for four summers, so I was used to hearing all sorts of outlandish camp stories. One of them was of a cabin, called Fuller Cabin, that was built in the early 30's. Troops were able to reserve the cabin to camp in during off-season weekends, and apparently those that did experienced really strange things - strange noises and lights, footsteps, knocking from underneath the floorboards, etc. So after a few years, they moved the entire cabin about 50 yards from its original location and the noises stopped. However, the foundation was left behind.

So one night five or six of us walk up to the cabin, which is only about 1/4 mile from the campsite closest to it, and served as the mountain biking cabin during the day, so it's not like it's deep in the woods or anything. As we walk we can hear standard summer woods noises - peepers, crickets, owls, other assorted bugs, etc. So we get to the cabin and we can still hear all the noises. As we approach the old foundation, though, the noise begins to rapidly fade. We're all looking at each other like "Is everyone else hearing this?!?!" So we get to the actual foundation and sit down beside it. Nothing. Earsplitting silence. We spent about 60 seconds in bewilderment before we got freaked out. We got up and left with haste, and as we walked away, the forest noises returned. When we told some of the older staff about what happened, they knew exactly what we were talking about.
 
2007-10-31 2:06:26 PM  
Salacious Salad: One time I took a crap but when I looked for it in the toilet it was gone.

now that is some scary shiat
 
2007-10-31 2:06:33 PM  
Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story "The Time I was at my friend's house when we were 10 and his farking cat got locked in the closet and started freaking out and screaming at like 3 in the morning."

There's really not much else to say.
 
2007-10-31 2:06:54 PM  
I was about 14 years old. We went hunting in Texas, on my family's land, about 300 acres of scrub brush. First visit that season. When we went to enter the house, my little brother of about 4 years old wouldn't go near it. He just stood by the car, staring at the door. We tried pulling his hand off the car and he started crying so we said forget it. When we finally opened the door we saw that somebody had been squatting in there and had done a bunch of that Santaria crap, pentagrams and bird feathers all over the place.

We cleaned it up and forgot about it, but it was strange that my little brother sensed something inside. Or maybe it was just a creepy old farm house.
 
2007-10-31 2:07:16 PM  
Daffydil: grizzlyjohnson

How cute is that?


I have come for your soul

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Your soul, I have come for it
 
2007-10-31 2:07:49 PM  
a little late for the party, but we're pretty sure my father's house is haunted...

since about 6 mos after my father moved in, we've heard a mother speaking to a child in a very small room on the top floor (a couple years later, my step-mom had her first child, and they used the room for a nursery). The window was always closed in the room, and the closest houses have elderly people living in them -- no children visiting when we asked them about it. (only 2 houses in that general direction for more than a mile). Bonus: The voices sound like my stepmom and her second son (born 5 years after this started happening)

We invited our priest over for dinner, but he left when he heard the voices, refusing to come back.

Among other experiences, we've had knives "fall" out of a vertical knife block, and onto the floor (a foot and a half away), we've had a bunch of other stuff fall in the kitchen...

Two specific experiences: My dad's stepmother died last year, the week before she did, a secondary fire alarm system in the house went off -- We have never heard it go off before, we assumed that it didn't work because even when there is a small fire going in the kitchen it doesn't go off). It plugs in, so it wasn't a battery, and it hasn't gone off since.

On the day that she died, most of the pictures on the (15 foot high) shelf that surrounds the living room fell over. Each picture frame's glass shattered, even the ones that stayed on the shelf.

The only one that didn't fall or break was the one with my grandfather and his first wife.

Other stuff has happened, but most of it can be possibly attributed to cats, dogs, birds, or the house settling.

Actually, one more story (sorry, just woke up, and an hour late for work already... stupid fark). My room when I lived with my dad later became my sister's room, and finally my half brother's room. I was talking to my sister about the house, she mentioned that in the room, there is a corner -- the obvious corner for putting a bed, because the room is so small -- that she had never put her bed in "because it made her feel weird". I realized that I had it in that corner for a while, but whenever I went to sleep, I would find my body turned away from the corner, often waking up completely 180 from the corner. Other than in that corner, I have never been a restless sleeper--even at my mom's house during the same period.

My half-brother sleeps with his head in that corner, but he's always been a restless sleeper, so I don't notice it any more.

/ex
 
2007-10-31 2:08:11 PM  
stryker4526:

So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.


Priests claim God speaks to them.
 
2007-10-31 2:09:14 PM  
cookiepants: Jmast7, Zarkin Frood, ItsJustJake, etc.

Lots of people have that experience: Shadow people.


that's what i was thinking reading those stories. in most shadow people stories, there is no paralysis involved.
 
2007-10-31 2:09:36 PM  
Nestea Plunge: stryker4526:

So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Priests claim God speaks to them.


Wait, what? Is he a priest or something? What does that have to do with anything?
 
2007-10-31 2:09:37 PM  
ramathorn83: -When I was 12, my grandmother was at the hospital for pneumonia and went into a coma. She passed away about 12 hours later. However, before she died, a young male nurse named Brian made sure my family was comfortable and made sure my grandmother was not in pain during her final hours of life. Grandmother passed away. An hour or two later, my mother and her sisters went to look for this male nurse Brian who so kindly helped our family and my grandmother. They asked the nursing staff where he was...and they were told the hospital does not employ anyone of that description or name.

It was just some dude who stayed at a Holiday Inn Express...
 
2007-10-31 2:09:58 PM  
My cat, Eli, had just died of kidney failure the day before. The next evening, I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and sitting by the bedroom doorway was what I thought was my other cat, Eli's brother Syler (both were dark gray). I said "Hey Syler", reached down to pet him and my hand went completely through. He then walked out of the doorway, down the hall and slowly faded away. When I looked behind me, his brother was right next to me, also looking down the hallway. Still makes me cry when I think of it...
 
2007-10-31 2:10:01 PM  
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I gotta rock

Der Poopflinger-/I'd tell you my other stories, but I think you've all laughed at me enough for one day.

Not nearly enough...we want more...;)

*oh look it's the lil racoon* ;)
 
2007-10-31 2:10:26 PM  

grizzlyjohnson


Pimple: Yes. it was a little ghost carebear. Now when this shiat happens I'm always scared at first and that fear always makes it look evil at first, so in front of it I saw appear a little canon, and I knew it was going to shoot the canon at me.

Pachelbel's ghost?


You get a D Minor Minus for that one.
 
2007-10-31 2:11:37 PM  
Aranyx: Alright, might as well join in on this party.

(snip)

I fell asleep in my room watching Conan with the sleep timer on. I woke up less than half an hour later, as Conan was still on. (I only share this, because this is makes me feel confident that I wasn't dreaming) I don't remember who he had on, but I glanced away from the television into the opposite corner of my room from my bed and I see someone standing in the corner, staring at the wall. I tried to move, but couldn't. I tried to say anything, but all I could venture was hyperventilating. This seemed to catch it's attention as it whirled around and began to stare intently at me.


More Sleep Paralysis fun. See above. :)
 
2007-10-31 2:11:52 PM  
omega-x: ramathorn83: -When I was 12, my grandmother was at the hospital for pneumonia and went into a coma. She passed away about 12 hours later. However, before she died, a young male nurse named Brian made sure my family was comfortable and made sure my grandmother was not in pain during her final hours of life. Grandmother passed away. An hour or two later, my mother and her sisters went to look for this male nurse Brian who so kindly helped our family and my grandmother. They asked the nursing staff where he was...and they were told the hospital does not employ anyone of that description or name.

It was just some dude who stayed at a Holiday Inn Express...


Win.
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2007-10-31 2:12:03 PM  
One time while my girlfriend (now my wife) and I were sitting in the living room watching TV, there was this really bad smell in the room all of a sudden. It smelled like rotten eggs and death and feet wrapped in leathery burn bacon. Now I know it wasn't me. My girlfriend insisted that not only wasn't it her, but that ladies don't fart anyway, so if I insisted it was her I would be implying that she was a liar and also not a lady. She further explained the ramifications that such an implication would have on my sex life. So the only logical conclusion we could come to was that it was a ghost fart.

We've been married seven years, and that ghost still haunts us from time to time, particularly after Mrs. PCoC has made cauliflower or refried beans for dinner. I guess the ghost doesn't like those kinds of food. After all, that's the only possible explanation, right? Right?
 
2007-10-31 2:12:09 PM  
The other night we were out late in the downtown area of our town, hurrying towards our car in order to avoid a thunderstorm moving in off the ocean. I was really startled to hear what sounded like a woman screech "Help Me" from a nearby house. Let me set the scene- the home, built in 1905, is a two story, large home currently slated for demolition and completely boarded up. It sits on a bluff overlooking the river and is rather creepy on nights such as this one.

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My husband, who was standing next to me at the time, did not hear a thing, which was interesting, but the oddest thing was that the sound came from the top of a tree in the back yard of the home. The tree is near a 2nd floor window, which is boarded up. We searched the area for about 20 minutes, but couldn't find anything that would account for the noise. We gave up and headed home.

The next morning a friend messaged me to discuss another home in the area that we've been doing some research on. She commented that she wished she were at work (as a 911 dispatcher), as they get a lot of calls from the area. I inquired about the nature of the calls and here is what she said:

"We get "ladies of the evening" calling up all the time, saying that there are screams coming from that area, but they never say its from inside the house- its like its in the yard of that big white house"

I describe the house and she responds:

"AAAHHHH yes that sounds right. They call to report a woman asking for help. I can't remember what time of the night or what nights are the "norm," but i do remember getting calls, and they are always drunk chicks and 'ladies of the night', always female now that i think about it and they always say it sounds like a female voice yelling for help. Of course when the cops get out there the person calling it in is long gone and theres never anyone screaming.

There is one officer that you cant PAY to go to that location- she REFUSES to respond to either house, flat out, unless someone is getting shot at she isn't going."

Now we were really interested. The house has no history of ghost stories or anything that we can find, other than these people reporting the woman screaming. So, we decided to go back and see what we could find. While we were there, we couldn't find anything that would account for the 'screaming woman,' but we took some pictures.

Then we came home and started reviewing the images. Here is what we found (pay attention to the lower left side of the image):

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Ahh! Beware the ghost kitties luring innocent passersby into frivolous 911 calls!
 
2007-10-31 2:12:16 PM  
stryker4526: Nestea Plunge: stryker4526:

So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Priests claim God speaks to them.

Wait, what? Is he a priest or something? What does that have to do with anything?


I'm just saying, you claim clairvoyance is bunk, but many religious folks claim God speaks directly to them. I call that hooey, but....
 
2007-10-31 2:13:14 PM  
So last year I lived in the "haunted dorm" on campus. Everyone knew there was supposed to be a ghost running around, which made my roommate freak out when one night I sat up in bed and started talking in a foreign language. I think someone doing that in the middle of the night would be disturbing normally, but I'd gotten her to watch The Exorcist on tv to prove that there was actually something in the world that I was scared of (as it was, the part I was scared of-- where she comes down the stairs backwards-- was not shown) and now she was worried about possession, which was a nice change from her usual fears of doctors, dentists, and disease. I told her I talked in my sleep and that the ghost was on the seventh floor, not the fourth.

/not a ghost story, I guess.
 
2007-10-31 2:13:30 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: Daffydil: grizzlyjohnson

I have come for your soul


Your soul, I have come for it


And I'll take some coffee grounds and orange rinds if you have that too.
 
2007-10-31 2:13:55 PM  
Zarkin Frood:

From Wiki:

Keziah is a name that comes from the Hebrew for Cassia, from the name for the spice tree. The second daughter of Job was named Keziah (see Job 42:14).

Lovecraft (creator of Brown Jenkin) used a lot of early New England names in his work. Probably a fair amount of peeps in the 1700s had that name. Brown Jenkin is of course a fictional creation but that's the first thing I thought of when I read your story.
 
2007-10-31 2:14:34 PM  
skinink: It started about six nights ago at 6pm, when I watched a video with all kinds of weird imagery on it. After it ended my cellphone rang. When I answered it, some stupid child on the other end said "Seven days." I screamed at her "Stop messing with your mother's phone!!!" and hung up on her. I have no idea what's supposed to happen in seven days.

ooohhh no. I'm not falling for that.
 
2007-10-31 2:14:39 PM  
I have a few ghost stories but this one is the one is the silliest and sadly true story.

I was reading that ebay posting of that possessed teddy bear. I dont know if you remember it if not check it out here.
http://bsalert.com/artsearch.php?fn=2&dt=1&as=1189

So theres some kind of disclaimer before hand warning you of reading it and stuff like that. I thought it was hilarious seeing its a damn stuffed bear so I continued. It's a long story and actually kinda spooky, but the second I finished it after the very last word all the lights went out in my room and the closet door shook and then a couple seconds later the lights came on and everything was normal. Surely not incredible but damn weird. Like comon a possessed teddy bear!?
 
2007-10-31 2:14:41 PM  
Nestea Plunge: stryker4526: Nestea Plunge: stryker4526:

So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Priests claim God speaks to them.

Wait, what? Is he a priest or something? What does that have to do with anything?

I'm just saying, you claim clairvoyance is bunk, but many religious folks claim God speaks directly to them. I call that hooey, but....


I still fail to see your point. Just because a priest says some invisible sky fairy speaks to them doesn't make it true, nor is that evidence of clairvoyance.
 
2007-10-31 2:14:56 PM  
OK, two quick ones.
-Back in the early 80s I was living in Philadelphia and my parents had a house at the Jersey Shore. I went down to visit them once or twice a month. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night I would wake up and feel a pressure pushing down on me. The more I fought it the more pressure would press down but if I relaxed the pressure would ease and a VERY pleasurable feeling would envelope me. This was not sleep paralysis, it ONLY happened at the house at the shore, never at my place in the city.

-In the early 90s I took an apartment in the Wilshire Center section of Los Angeles. This was an upscale building in a good neighborhood. For the first week or two I lived there I woke up at EXACTLY 3:15 AM. Every night for a week or two, no explanation for it.
 
2007-10-31 2:16:12 PM  
stryker4526: So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Uh, no? Paranormal Research Group doesn't imply science, paranormal is not a field of scientific study, it's mock science, mostly a pile of nonsense spewed out by over officious gasbags who like the sound of their own voice, most of the "science" they present is total crap, there are damned few scientists doing paranormal research, how can you? There's no method of measuring "spirit energy" it's a load of nonsense.
If you hear a paranormal investigator use the word science, they're trying to sound important.
 
2007-10-31 2:16:17 PM  
lajimi: OK, two quick ones.
-Back in the early 80s I was living in Philadelphia and my parents had a house at the Jersey Shore. I went down to visit them once or twice a month. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night I would wake up and feel a pressure pushing down on me. The more I fought it the more pressure would press down but if I relaxed the pressure would ease and a VERY pleasurable feeling would envelope me. This was not sleep paralysis, it ONLY happened at the house at the shore, never at my place in the city.

-In the early 90s I took an apartment in the Wilshire Center section of Los Angeles. This was an upscale building in a good neighborhood. For the first week or two I lived there I woke up at EXACTLY 3:15 AM. Every night for a week or two, no explanation for it.


It was a succubus. A sweet, sweet succubus. Stealing your man chowder for her sustenance.
 
2007-10-31 2:16:47 PM  
Nestea Plunge-I'm just saying, you claim clairvoyance is I'll be in my bunk, but many religious folks claim God speaks directly to them. I call that hooey,!! but....

/somethin' to do
//got nothin'
 
2007-10-31 2:17:21 PM  
stryker4526: Nestea Plunge: stryker4526:

So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Priests claim God speaks to them.

Wait, what? Is he a priest or something? What does that have to do with anything?


Nestea, aren't you done grinding that ax yet? Nothing brings down a party more than an atheist with a chip on his shoulder. You don't believe in God...we get it. Can we get back to the fun ghost stories now?
 
2007-10-31 2:17:30 PM  
I stayed at the Copper Queen Hotel in Bisbee, AZ. It has a reputation as being haunted. My room was on the third floor. In the morning I rode the elevator down to find some coffee. I pushed the button for the first floor. As the elevator descended, it stopped at the second floor and the door slid open. No one was out there. Then the door closed again. I think a ghost either got in the elevator or possibly got off at the second floor.

/some things are just unexplainable
 
2007-10-31 2:17:32 PM  
MyFarkIsWorseThanMyBite: stryker4526: So you're supposedly part of a scientific group, yet you bring "clairvoyant" people with you, despite there being absolutely no supporting evidence for ESP of any kind? Some science that is.

Uh, no? Paranormal Research Group doesn't imply science, paranormal is not a field of scientific study, it's mock science, mostly a pile of nonsense spewed out by over officious gasbags who like the sound of their own voice, most of the "science" they present is total crap, there are damned few scientists doing paranormal research, how can you? There's no method of measuring "spirit energy" it's a load of nonsense.
If you hear a paranormal investigator use the word science, they're trying to sound important.


"Research" implies using science of some sort, even if it is just the scientific method. But you're right, it isn't science at all, it's just a load of BS. I laugh at those people.
 
2007-10-31 2:17:35 PM  
 
2007-10-31 2:18:37 PM  
Daffydil: Nestea Plunge-I'm just saying, you claim clairvoyance is I'll be in my bunk, but many religious folks claim God speaks directly to them. I call that hooey,!! but....

/somethin' to do
//got nothin'


Well, if you need something to do, I could always join you in your bunk...

/not really
 
2007-10-31 2:18:49 PM  
I once stayed at the Stanley Hotel...does that count?
 
2007-10-31 2:19:52 PM  
stryker4526-/not really

It was a scary thought though...A+ for effort...;)
 
2007-10-31 2:20:12 PM  
For the first 18 years of my life, I lived with my mom (a single mother) in sort of a duplex apartment in a small town in Minnesota that was haunted. I guess that's the best way to put it. I'm a firm atheist and don't believe in a god, or the supernatural for the most part - but it's hard to deny that sort of thing with what I saw in that apartment.

My mom said it started when I first started talking. What was strange was when my mom noticed that I'd put my arms out towards an empty space in the room and just start talking away, mostly babbling, like I would whenever a neighbor or family member came around.

When I was about 9 years old, I was going up the stairs to grab something in my room. The upstairs of that place had sort of a cross shape - the top of the stairs ended at the bottom of the cross, there was a long-ish hallway, then my mom's room on the left and my room on the right and the bathroom straight down the middle.

Well, as I reached the top of the stairs, I started down the hallway and stopped when I saw someone step out of my room.

And I guess "someone" is the best way to describe it. It stood upright, had arms and legs and looked like a small child, maybe 6 or 7. It was a little shorter than me.

Its shape sort of blurred slightly when it moved, and it didn't have any real definition. You could see that it had arms and legs and feet, and hands with fingers, but you couldn't see defined clothing or anything. It was just all white. Its head seemed a little larger than normal, sort of misproportional.

It walked out of my room, casually, like it was walking in its own apartment or something. Then it stopped in the middle of the hallway, like it caught me in the corner of its eye and I startled it. It turned, and looked at me.

And that's what creeped me out. Its eyes and mouth were nothing but dark caves - it looked like there was a little bit of white stretching between surfaces, but for the most part it was just black holes. It didn't have a nose, or any other defining features, just sort of an off-rounded head with little wisps of lines that looked like they could be hairs, but kept appearing and disappearing, and wafting around.

Here's sort of a quick photoshop sketch of it I did while writing this (really quick, since I'm at work right now - but you get the idea).
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It looked right at me, then it turned back and ran. Straight across the hallway and into my mom's room. At first, I didn't know what to think. I thought it could be some other kid from the neighborhood playing a prank maybe, or something like that. So naturally I went into the room to look.

There was nothing there. I checked behind the door, in the closet, under the bed, the room was. Empty.

That wasn't the first or the last thing I'd seen in that apartment. From day one until I left at the age of 18, we saw all sorts of things there. That was the one that really stuck out in my mind though. My mom and friends of mine had seen the "child" too in similar situations, always in the upstairs. We'd also see little flecks of light floating in the air in some places, a whiff of the smell of cigar smoke in an upstairs bedroom at 11:00, nightly. There were even times where larger, adult-sized entities would follow us around, looking like tall, well-defined, opaque shadows. Friends of mine refused to stay at that apartment, especially after we got a photo of a purple, human-shaped light object descending the staircase one day.

After I moved out, my mom bought a house that she lives in now, and neither of us have seen anything like that since.

Sometimes I want to stop by there, maybe contact the people that live there now and see if they experience what we did.

I've never done any actual research on the place either. Like what used to be there, or previous tenants or anything like that.
 
2007-10-31 2:21:04 PM  
skinink: It started about six nights ago at 6pm, when I watched a video with all kinds of weird imagery on it. After it ended my cellphone rang. When I answered it, some stupid child on the other end said "Seven days." I screamed at her "Stop messing with your mother's phone!!!" and hung up on her. I have no idea what's supposed to happen in seven days.

McClellan will be chased away from Richmond?

I am quite disappointed. I attend school at the second oldest college in America, yet I haven't witnessed any ghosts. I've even used the "haunted restroom," the men's (ex women's) room that a woman killed herself in, the third floor of the English department building. And I've taken shiats in that bathroom without seeing ghosts.
 
2007-10-31 2:21:17 PM  
Prank Call of Cthulhu: I enjoyed this tale of a digital camera found in the woods.

Wow. I would have taken pictures of my anus and put the camera back.
 
2007-10-31 2:21:20 PM  
Evil_snow_man: The guy from the back of the room said "Ghost? Oh! I thought you said Goats"

Worth reading the whole thread for that one!
 
2007-10-31 2:21:42 PM  
Daffydil: stryker4526-/not really

It was a scary thought though...A+ for effort...;)


Oh you know you'd like it.

/scary?
//or... creepy?
 
2007-10-31 2:22:54 PM  
Just this morning I encountered the ghosts of the burritos I had for dinner last night.
 
2007-10-31 2:23:26 PM  
baka-san: Just this morning I encountered the ghosts of the burritos I had for dinner last night.

Now that is a scary story.
 
2007-10-31 2:23:32 PM  
cookiepants: Jmast7, Zarkin Frood, ItsJustJake, etc.

Lots of people have that experience: Shadow people.


One time a friend and I were camping at Andrew Molera State Beach up near Big Sur in California. We had gotten there late and my pal was already freaked out because of the big BEWARE OF TICKS sign at the entrace. Then, you have to pack your stuff in a quarter mile or so from the parking area (or you did back in 1991, haven't been there since).

It's pitch dark, and we set up camp, make dinner, and then retire to our separate tents. We are both very familiar with camping in bear areas and the problems with food attracting unwated ursine attention, but since we're not in bear country, we don't worry about it.

I get all comfortable and zipped into my tent and bag and I'm just falling asleep when something starts sniffing around my head. I smack the wall of my tent and it goes away. I didn't spend much time wondering what it is.

I start to doze off again and I hear my pal go "Griz, is that you?" I hear a ripping sound and then he screams and starts shouting obscenities "oh shiat oh christ what is it oh my god!" I burst out of my tent and he's standing outside his still swearing. I turn on my flashlight and sweep it around camp. What looks like a hundred little green eyes. By now I know what it is but my pal doesn't so I say "Jesus dude we're surrounded" and he's just about hysterical "what are they WHAT ARE THEY?" By that time I can't handle it any more and I'm ROFLMAOing.

You guessed it:

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They had come for our souls.

Not a ghost story, but my traveling companion thought it was for a minute or so. One of the raccons had actually ripped through my friends tent wall and reached and grabbed at some food and got him instead. That's why he was so freaked out. I didn't count them but I bet there were at least 15.

The next morning we hiked down to the shorline at dawn. Many of tents had been raided. One tent had a half of a loaf of bread hanging out a ripped hole and pieces of bread trailing off into the bushes. Why the raccoons didn't finish eating that bread is still a mystery to me, maybe they'd just done it and ran away when we came by, I don't know.
 
2007-10-31 2:24:20 PM  
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Ghost, or the tip smoke from my cigarette?

stryker4526-/scary?
//or... creepy?


Difference?
 
2007-10-31 2:25:18 PM  
Dupa: While I was in grade school my family lived in a haunted house. The house was occupied by either one entity that was alternately "good" and "evil" or by more than one entity. Either way whenever there was an incident the entity would respond to the name Frank. The family that owned the house before us had an Uncle Frank who had died in the house 40-some years before we moved in.

When I say he was both good and evil I mean he was sometimes almost playful, as when on a calm day my entire family, including an aunt and a cousin, witnessed a swing we had hanging from a tree in the yard swinging back and forth, as if someone was on it. One of us said "stop swinging Frank" and the swing would stop. Give the instruction "swing again Frank" and it would start up again. This went on for a good twenty minutes, starting and stopping on command, with nobody even near the swing.

Then there were the evil acts, although nobody was ever physically harmed, items were broken and the entity obviously intended to frighten us.

One night my father fell asleep on the couch watching TV. In the middle of the night we were woken up by my father screaming. He was pinned to the couch with his arms against his chest. He woke up and intended to go up to bed but was unable to move. When my mother responded to his shouts and realized what was happening she simply said "leave him alone Frank" and my father was released. My dad may have been playing or temporarally insane, but I have never seen him as frightened as he was that night.

A favorite trick of Frank's was to slam the basement door. It would happen at random times, when nobody was even near it, but most often it happened when someone went to the basement. You could even prop the door open but when you weren't looking, SLAM! The door would stand open on it's own without closing, as it might if it was hung poorly, and it never slowly swung closed, if Frank wanted it closed he would slam it closed.

Other malicious occurances were dishes, toys and other items flying across a room and smashing against the wall. Once we were watching TV when dishes started smashing, we went to the kitchen and plates and cups were flying from the cabinet against the wall opposite. "Stop it Frank", and it stopped.

Once I was walking home from school when I noticed clothes flying out of an upstairs window. I thought maybe someone had broken in so I ran to the house next door and had them call the police. The positions of the neighboring houses allowed us to see the front and the north side of the house from the house I was at, and we called the neighbors on the other side, who could see the back and the south side. We had the house covered and saw nobody leave the house, and the south side neighbors said clothes continued to occasionally fly out the window. When the police showed up he went inside, and came running out minutes later. He was shaken and said nobody was in the house but he saw a shirt come off the floor and fly out the window. I told Frank to leave the clothes alone, and everything returned to "normal".

There were many, many other occurances, and every member of my family (mom, dad, 3 brothers & 1 sister) had personal interactions with Frank. As mentioned here neighbors, police and relatives, as well as several friends witnessed events that went on. I could get at least 40 people to attest to different things they saw.

You can say there are no such things as ghosts, but noone ever convinced Frank.


What about Ernest?
 
2007-10-31 2:25:30 PM  
...and after a full night of wild sex he woke up and saw.....SHE WAS STILL THERE IN THE MORNING. [image from nabble.com too old to be available] AHHHH!

/got nothin
/Happy Halloween
 
2007-10-31 2:27:42 PM  
big pig peaches: rebelyell2006: A lady at my college, an RA, was sleeping one night, her roommate off at home, and she felt a presence. When she put on her glasses and looked up from her bed, she saw a faceless being that was facing her bed. She asked if she could be of any service, and then the being just vanished!

If it was faceless, how did she know it was facing the bed?


Well, either it was facing the bed, or it was facing the opposite direction. 50-50 chance. Call it a guess on her part. That is what she put on the police report.

/She's a cadet! Why did she just lay there and watch him?
 
2007-10-31 2:29:24 PM  
Daffydil: Ghost, or the tip smoke from my cigarette?

stryker4526-/scary?
//or... creepy?

Difference?


Ghost, obviously.

And no. :(

Hey, at least it's not as bad as my best friend's cousins dressing up as Victoria's Secret lingerie angels to go to a FAMILY Halloween party...
 
2007-10-31 2:29:44 PM  
Okay here's a true story that my ex husband felt he needed to share with me...He went to a bar one night and got completely trashed. Picked up this gorgeous woman to take back to his house. They proceeded to do the nasty and she spent the night. The next morning when he awoke she was still in the bed...she had clean round marks on her body where he had put his mouth that night. Oh, and she wasn't so perdy either.


I bet he wished she had dissapeared the night before...
 
2007-10-31 2:30:19 PM  
Daffydil: Ghost, or the tip smoke from my cigarette?

stryker4526-/scary?
//or... creepy?

Difference?


Definitely smoke.

I saw a pair of raccoons out one night, and I also saw a pair of freshmen girls (they came from the freshman dorms and were wearing '11 shirts). The girls were purposely heading straight towards the raccoons. I bet they wanted to pet them.

I ran, only because I didn't want to get in trouble for laughing at them when they get bit.
 
2007-10-31 2:31:15 PM  
I live in Massachusetts, and my friends and I broke into the old Danvers mental hospital 3 times when we were teenagers. I have to say each time we went in very strange things happened. One time we were in the basement where they kept the patient's records (which were still there 12 years after it closed) and a file draw just flew open. Some files fell out. The one I picked up was of a woman who admitted herself for psychosis associated with LSD in 1971 and didn't check out until 75. When we went it was in the summer and about 80 degrees. We were all walking down one of the hallways on the first floor and a freezing cold wind blew past us. I'm not kidding. One of my friends videotaped the whole thing. To get into the underground tunnels that led into the building we had to trudge through a cornfield. All of us saw clear as day a light go on in one of the windows on one of the upper floors. It wasn't just a flicker either it stayed lit for about 30 seconds. Being an old decaying building there were obviously many creepy sounds. There was one patient bedroom that when you were in there you could hear a low buzzing noise. It was just in that room though. Very weird, scary place but very cool. They tore the buildings down and built condos there and in less than a couple months some burned down. I guess it's not really a ghost story persay but it was definitely interesting.
 
2007-10-31 2:31:35 PM  
stryker4526: Hey, at least it's not as bad as my best friend's cousins dressing up as Victoria's Secret lingerie angels to go to a FAMILY Halloween party...

Dude... eww
 
2007-10-31 2:31:47 PM  
Magorn: That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

What I want to know is the name of the reflex that catches you JUST when you're about to fall asleep and makes you twitch.

When I was younger, it would be coupled with imagery of falling down, or tripping, or something like that. As I've gotten older, I just have the twitch now.
 
2007-10-31 2:32:07 PM  
Daffydil: Okay here's a true story that my ex husband felt he needed to share with me...He went to a bar one night and got completely trashed. Picked up this gorgeous woman to take back to his house. They proceeded to do the nasty and she spent the night. The next morning when he awoke she was still in the bed...she had clean round marks on her body where he had put his mouth that night. Oh, and she wasn't so perdy either.


I bet he wished she had dissapeared the night before...


This happens to me from time to time. Sometimes I even have to make breakfast for it.
 
2007-10-31 2:32:18 PM  
stryker4526: omega-x: ramathorn83: -When I was 12, my grandmother was at the hospital for pneumonia and went into a coma. She passed away about 12 hours later. However, before she died, a young male nurse named Brian made sure my family was comfortable and made sure my grandmother was not in pain during her final hours of life. Grandmother passed away. An hour or two later, my mother and her sisters went to look for this male nurse Brian who so kindly helped our family and my grandmother. They asked the nursing staff where he was...and they were told the hospital does not employ anyone of that description or name.

It was just some dude who stayed at a Holiday Inn Express...

Win.


Maybe...
 
2007-10-31 2:32:57 PM  
Compulsive Liar 1986: Robert Goulet is cooking me dinner as we speak

Too soon!

/But really funny.
 
2007-10-31 2:33:19 PM  
Zarkin Frood: sortanerd: Zarkin Frood:
treefrogs.
case solved.

How big do treefrogs get? 3ft tall?


No, but raccoons can be 24-ish inches long. And they have creepy little human hands. Although they're generally adorable, as long as they're not actively wrecking your stuff.
 
2007-10-31 2:34:00 PM  
MrNiX: Magorn: That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

What I want to know is the name of the reflex that catches you JUST when you're about to fall asleep and makes you twitch.

When I was younger, it would be coupled with imagery of falling down, or tripping, or something like that. As I've gotten older, I just have the twitch now.


Ah, the old Phantom Phap.
 
2007-10-31 2:34:08 PM  
Ghost story imported from Greece: Me and a bunch of friends were on our way to an island to hang out on the beach for a week. One of the guys insisted that he had to visit his grandmothers grave. We hung out by the car while he climbed up the hill to the cemetary.
We started climbing up the hill to figure out why the guy was taking so long and we see him walking toward us and there was a woman dressed in black following him. There were at least two of us that saw it. We asked him who that was and he said he was alone in the cemetary. As soon as we asked him about it she was not there anymore.
We walked back to the cemetary and there was a woman dressed in black standing at one of the graves. This started a "she's a ghost!" "fark you, there's no such thing!" exchange until, finally, my one buddy walks over to her and bumps in to her (how hard he actually hit her has been argued for the past decade. He says he touched her arm but doesn't deny that he had to help her up from the ground). She wasn't a ghost, she was some poor widow visiting her husband's grave. He helped her up, explained we thought you were a ghost and we ran back to the car and tore out of there.


I still maintain that the first lady dressed in black was a ghost. Something about the way it moved and that as soon as we called my friends attention to her it just was not there anymore.
 
Ant
2007-10-31 2:34:18 PM  
geosprint: One fine summer afternoon I start smelling cigarette smoke on and around me.

You had a sinus infection. I smell the same thing when I get them.
 
2007-10-31 2:34:23 PM  
Let me start out with the usual "I don't believe in ghosts but this weird thing happened to me; could be any number of things" disclaimer.

Anyway, this took place a few years ago when my daughter was maybe 2 or 3. For the past few years whenever I had visited my grandmother's apartment, after my grandfather had died, I had felt a stern presence. What is interesting I don't recall the feeling before my daughter's birth.

One day the feeling was particularly strong. I was playing with my daughter in my grandmother's bedroom . All of a sudden my daughter said suddenly "We're in here!" While I was looking looking at her wondering why she said it. I could swear I saw a very faint shadow pass over the bed. And at the same time I thought to myself "Grandpa, look at your granddaughter, isn't she great". The feeling soon past and I have not felt the same presence since.

My only explanation is that as someone who lost his entire family in the Holocaust my grandfather just wanted to make sure the family line was continuing before he could rest.
 
2007-10-31 2:34:34 PM  
stryker4526:

It was just some dude who stayed at a Holiday Inn Express...

Win.


In Yakima? Now that is farkin' scary.
 
2007-10-31 2:34:38 PM  
MyFarkIsWorseThanMyBite: stryker4526: Hey, at least it's not as bad as my best friend's cousins dressing up as Victoria's Secret lingerie angels to go to a FAMILY Halloween party...

Dude... eww


Yeah. But they're hot. One of them is especially smokin'. Makes me wish I wasn't sick on that night so I could've gone. :(

MrNiX: Magorn: That's a documented sleep disorder called Old Hag Syndrome (new window)

What I want to know is the name of the reflex that catches you JUST when you're about to fall asleep and makes you twitch.

When I was younger, it would be coupled with imagery of falling down, or tripping, or something like that. As I've gotten older, I just have the twitch now.


Hypnic jerk (pops like your jerks)
 
2007-10-31 2:34:38 PM  
Pontus and the Nail Drivers-This happens to me from time to time. Sometimes I even have to make breakfast for it.

I lol'd!! I'm going start using my own damn pic for the lol'd thingy...can't find any good ones.

/so breakfast Saturday?
 
2007-10-31 2:34:50 PM  
Each year, the Boobies of this thread ought to start with a definition of sleep paralysis, because there are always a few posts that can be answered with this.

It used to terrify the shiat out of me, but ever since I found out what sleep paralysis is, I've come to enjoy the experience.

/typed "Boobies" on purpose
 
2007-10-31 2:37:35 PM  
When I was about 14, my Uncle came from up north to live with us. The reason for the move was that he was very ill. He was an alcoholic most of his life and his liver was wreaking havoc on his body. By the time he moved in with us, he had huge ulcers on the inside of his legs, which required him to sit in a chair on our porch for hours at a time, soaking in the sunlight in an attempt to heal the sores. One night, I was going to a school dance with my friends and we decided to walk the 3 miles to the dance. Along the way, my mind was preoccupied with death and it was all I could talk about (not like me at all). After the dance, my Father picked us up and as we rounded the corner to our home, the ambulance in the driveway was in full view. I walked up just in time to see the paramedics leaving with my Uncle under a sheet that was pulled completely over him. According to my Mom, he was sitting on the couch and just went. At 3:11 a.m. I woke up to use the bathroom. As I entered the room, it was completely bright from the sunlight streaming in from the jalousie window, which was open. I peeked through the slats and observed my Uncle sitting in the chair with his legs spread apart soaking up the sunlight while smoking a cigarette. Then it hit me, this was the middle of the night. I turned back to look through the slats and it was completely dark, as it should have been the first time. I have believed ever since.
 
2007-10-31 2:37:49 PM  
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Amused.
 
2007-10-31 2:38:07 PM  
Skull Machine: And that's what creeped me out. Its eyes and mouth were nothing but dark caves - it looked like there was a little bit of white stretching between surfaces, but for the most part it was just black holes. It didn't have a nose, or any other defining features, just sort of an off-rounded head with little wisps of lines that looked like they could be hairs, but kept appearing and disappearing, and wafting around.

I don't believe in the supernatural, but that would be a definite britches-shiatter.
 
2007-10-31 2:38:30 PM  
Daffydil: Pontus and the Nail Drivers-This happens to me from time to time. Sometimes I even have to make breakfast for it.

I lol'd!! I'm going start using my own damn pic for the lol'd thingy...can't find any good ones.

/so breakfast Saturday?


Hey, you'd be a welcome sight. Pancakes?
 
2007-10-31 2:38:53 PM  
TLA: It was about 15 years ago while on a cross country trek. I was just outside of Amarillo, TX closing in on the New Mexico border. It was this time of year, so all over the radio were these call in and tell your ghost story bits.

This one in particular was a local favorite that I had heard in the Diner I ate at in Amarillo as well on the radio. It was about a girl murdered by her prom date in a motel room just west of Amarillo. The story was went like this. People who stayed in that motel were always seeing weird things, or being "woken up by a young girl." This girl would be gone as soon as they were truly awake, so they would tell themselves it was a creepy dream. BUT whenever they told anyone of the creepy dream and described the young girl that woke them, they always described the same girl, right down to the peach colored prom dress. Freaky.

So now its about 3:00AM and I am woken up by a young woman standing over my bed in my motel room just outside of Amarillo, TX. I say out loud, "are you the girl from the prom?"

She said, "No you idiot I'm the hooker you picked up in Oklahoma City, you gunna pay me and take me home or do I gotta call Big Jim."


Now THAT was funny - well done.
 
2007-10-31 2:39:02 PM  
mastertexan: Amused.

Yes they are... sort of like retards on pudding day
 
2007-10-31 2:39:03 PM  
My family recently moved into a house built in 1917 on main street in our little down. It's a twin and apparently used to be a doctor's office on one half (ours) at one time. There are glass windows in all the upstairs doors which is odd, because the other side of the house has solid doors.

Anyways, my dad broke his collar bone flying off his road bike after nearly hitting a deer one morning, so he was all wrapped up to stabilize it and drugged out on painkillers on our living room couch. My mom was upstairs in the master bedroom. He wakes up to her screaming at the top of her lungs, so he hobbles upstairs and finds her sitting on the edge of the bed saying how she saw a little boy staring at her when she woke up. My dad looked through the room and the house and found no such little boy. They both went back to bed, but not before my mom checked under the bed because it was so real to her. She, being the crazy lady she is, quietly said before she went to bed "go home to your mommy".

We had the neighbors from the other side of the house over shortly after that, and when my mom told the story, the lady who lived next door got really freaked out because she had similar experiences with something like that prior.

Sadly, despite living on the 3rd floor in a creepy small bedroom, I've yet to experience this supposed ghost, and I am skeptical, but I think it would be really cool...

No one else in my family has had an experience since, nor has the lady next door.
 
2007-10-31 2:39:38 PM  
Kangaroo_Ralph: Each year, the Boobies of this thread ought to start with a definition of sleep paralysis, because there are always a few posts that can be answered with this.

It used to terrify the shiat out of me, but ever since I found out what sleep paralysis is, I've come to enjoy the experience.

/typed "Boobies" on purpose


Ditto for raccoons.
 
2007-10-31 2:40:10 PM  
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2007-10-31 2:40:52 PM  
rebelyell2006: I saw a pair of raccoons out one night, and I also saw a pair of freshmen girls (they came from the freshman dorms and were wearing '11 shirts). The girls were purposely heading straight towards the raccoons. I bet they wanted to pet them.

I ran, only because I didn't want to get in trouble for laughing at them when they get bit.


I wonder how those rabies shots felt?
 
2007-10-31 2:40:58 PM  
Long story short, I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.
 
2007-10-31 2:41:32 PM  
somerandomfarkchickgroupie: When I was a kid [...], I shared a [...] bed with my sister. [...] I was on top.

That's hot.


Thoughtcrime, thoughtcrime, thoughtcrime! You are now being tried and charged by the People's Republic of America!
 
2007-10-31 2:41:50 PM  
Pontus and the Nail Drivers-Hey, you'd be a welcome sight. Pancakes?

There are some really creepy stories in this thread. I will hold some of them to read later tonight...to my children...muuuaaaahhh!!

/but of course...with powdered sugar?
 
2007-10-31 2:42:30 PM  
Another nicestryker4526:
Or the lightbulb burned out.

I bet if most of you tried, you could find a perfectly cogent explanation for all of this stuff. Start with the fact that human senses and perception are notoriously unreliable and minds do, indeed, "play tricks" on people.


Yup, it burned out. I was in a very strange and disturbed state of mind overall too since my grief had been very overwhelming. (I still have PTSD symptoms from it all even after all these years). But the timing on it burning out was just way too perfect to be a simple coincidence in my mind. A few moments before or after would have been very different. So coincidence or not, it's nice to think my hubby did it for me.

Not so easy to reconcile it all with my agnostic leaning-toward-athiest beliefs though, it all just makes no sense. I finally figured don't have to try to explain it and I leave it all in the realm of "maybe..."

You won't convince my mom of those coincidences though. She seems pretty sure that he helps her find misplaced items, just like he did before he died.

When I sold his old truck, I didn't tell the very nice family that bought it that it was my husband's truck and that he'd passed away until after the deal was just about done. They then drove it home to another state, a trip through the desert in high summer it should not have been able to make by a long shot, but they did it with very little trouble. (I had made them bring a tow dolly for it). It's since survived several other things it shouldn't have, including being stolen and mechanical failures that just didn't fail as seriously as they should have or were caught just in the nick of time. The wife decided that my husband's ghost (she calls it his "angel") must be watching over them too and considers it a bonus.

/Hubbyyyyy, the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you knooooowww....
 
2007-10-31 2:44:18 PM  
FloridaWyld:

Keep going. I'm interested. So, how did you kill the kittens?
 
2007-10-31 2:45:02 PM  
When I was a little kid, I woke up one night to have this (new window) thing staring at me from about 6 inches from my face. It terrified me. I wasn't able to move or cry or anything. Yeah, I know it was sleep paralysis, but when i think about that moment, it still creeps me out 25 years later.

/Thanks Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World or whatever tv show I was watching at the time...
 
2007-10-31 2:45:34 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: Zarkin Frood: 3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Sure, racoons do that all the time, especially if they're threatened, and the big ones can easily be that tall. They can open doors and windows and are not shy about it.


Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).
 
2007-10-31 2:45:38 PM  
My ex lived in a converted pub (this being England), maybe 350 years old and weird stuff happened all the time, if you sat in the living room you could see the hallway mirror in the corner of your vision and there was constant movement. They got in a "medium", everyone was skeptical until he described the interior of the house over the phone. When he got there the dog just panicked, pissed everywhere and wouldn't come back until this guy left. He said everything in the house would be friendly as long as we stayed out of the dining room (hot all year round, even with the windows open in winter) and the attic. I made the mistake of going into the attic to fetch some stuff when they moved out and I just instantly got angry, I'm not kidding here, like furious, just from entering the room on my own. In the end we looked up records of deaths on the property and found around 15-20, with 2 that just freaked us out. The Landlord's wife had been having an affair, he found out and murdered them both in the dining room, then hung himself from the rafters in the attic.

Stuff used to move around all the time in that house and it freaked me out every time.

/Didn't believe in ghosts till I stayed in that house
//Certainly believe in them now
 
2007-10-31 2:45:48 PM  
vagina-But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.

ahhhhh! I could have gone years without getting a visual on that you know.
 
2007-10-31 2:45:57 PM  
Kangaroo_Ralph
Each year, the Boobies of this thread ought to start with a definition of sleep paralysis, because there are always a few posts that can be answered with this.

It used to terrify the shiat out of me, but ever since I found out what sleep paralysis is, I've come to enjoy the experience.

/typed "Boobies" on purpose


I think that what I, and what others experienced, was probably our mind playing tricks on us. And yes, it was probably due to our half-awake state. I would swear in court that I was wide awake and fully conscious of my surroundings when it happened to me, but my mind could have still invented something that wasn't there.

But that doesn't necessarily (probability is a different issue) mean that there isn't something about sleep, or simply it being very dark, or waking up that allows people to see something they normally wouldn't be aware of. I'm mostly playing devil's advocate, but so little is understood about sleep by science that it inherently offers some wiggly room for paranormal experiences.
 
2007-10-31 2:46:02 PM  
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Going there tonight!

\does not believe in ghosts
 
2007-10-31 2:47:13 PM  
kibblesnbits: Another nicestryker4526:
Or the lightbulb burned out.

I bet if most of you tried, you could find a perfectly cogent explanation for all of this stuff. Start with the fact that human senses and perception are notoriously unreliable and minds do, indeed, "play tricks" on people.

Yup, it burned out. I was in a very strange and disturbed state of mind overall too since my grief had been very overwhelming. (I still have PTSD symptoms from it all even after all these years). But the timing on it burning out was just way too perfect to be a simple coincidence in my mind. A few moments before or after would have been very different. So coincidence or not, it's nice to think my hubby did it for me.

Not so easy to reconcile it all with my agnostic leaning-toward-athiest beliefs though, it all just makes no sense. I finally figured don't have to try to explain it and I leave it all in the realm of "maybe..."

You won't convince my mom of those coincidences though. She seems pretty sure that he helps her find misplaced items, just like he did before he died.

When I sold his old truck, I didn't tell the very nice family that bought it that it was my husband's truck and that he'd passed away until after the deal was just about done. They then drove it home to another state, a trip through the desert in high summer it should not have been able to make by a long shot, but they did it with very little trouble. (I had made them bring a tow dolly for it). It's since survived several other things it shouldn't have, including being stolen and mechanical failures that just didn't fail as seriously as they should have or were caught just in the nick of time. The wife decided that my husband's ghost (she calls it his "angel") must be watching over them too and considers it a bonus.

/Hubbyyyyy, the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you knooooowww....


Yeah, I can see where you're coming from with the "it's nice to think so" stuff. I had a cousin who died when I was about 4 years old because of AIDS (well, because of something he caught while he had AIDS. You know what I meant). And for all the snarky farkers out there: Yes, he was gay, har har. He used to play Super Mario Brothers 3 with me all the time when I was three. I wasn't allowed to visit him in the hospital, and there aren't any photos of him in any of my family's photo albums (not the ones that I can find, anyways). I think he might've been disowned when they found out he was gay, or something. Anyways, I've often thought I've seen his ghost around either right before going to sleep or just after waking up, but I write it off as dreams.

At least I'm not being too snarky about everyone's "ghost" stories.
 
2007-10-31 2:47:28 PM  
Zarkin Frood-Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).

I'd like to believe it was real freaky shiat, honestly...I have to agree with you that a raccoon can not raise a window.
 
2007-10-31 2:47:42 PM  
Mine isn't scary, at least it wasn't to me at the time...

When I was around 11 or 12, my folks had bought my Great Grandmother's house in Tawas, Michigan - the two-story house was about 100 years old by this time, and my Great Grandma had moved to St. Helen, to a trailer next to my uncle's house. It was a "weekend" home, mostly for staying in when we went up for the weekends, when my Dad went fishing, or for family get-togethers...

One night, I awoke to the sound of creaking coming from outside of my room. My room was on the first floor, my parents slept upstairs at the top of a staircase with a door at the bottom. I got up expecting to see somebody walking around downstairs, but I saw nobody, and the creaking sound continued... the source was coming from the living room area in the front of the house (um, not my parent's room, I had thought of that). Upon entering the room, I saw the source of the noise... and old chair (one of those stuffed chairs that rocked), was rocking, hard, back and forth. I stood and watched this for a minute or so.

I reached out, touched it, and it stopped. Looking behind the chair, there was nobody; there was no breeze, and there was no traffic outside. I hadn't even held the chair - just touched it, and it stopped. Then I tried pushing the chair, already knowing what I would see - the chair rocked back then forth then slowed to a stop. I tried again, same result, the chair would not rock on its own.

Usually, this sort of thing might freak me out, except that I knew, from what my relatives had told me, that this was the chair that my Great Grandfather, who passed away shortly before I was born, sat in all the time. I actually slept very soundly at that thought, that my Great Grandpa was watching over us at night.

The house is gone now, we built a newer home there a few years later, and tore down the old one. The memory of that night still remains, though.
 
2007-10-31 2:48:14 PM  
vagina: Once when I was walking at night near a cemetery, I felt a hand entering my pants from the back and massaging my gentials. When I looked behind it was gone. It was a real Scarrry moment.
But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.


WIN.. and FAP
 
2007-10-31 2:48:17 PM  
This one time my sister and I were playing Stratego while our parents were at a friend's house for dinner, when the house started shaking and this brilliant light shined through the living room window and my sister floated away, meanwhile I was paralyzed and completely unable to move or help her. After that, things got really weird...
 
2007-10-31 2:50:44 PM  
My father died February 11th, 2005, and me and my mother decided to move, with my brother living separately. We sold it to my mother's co-worker, and he decided to leave my father's home office alone. The next winter, things were disappearing. There was a bottle of water left in the refrigerator that disappeared without a trace. The sink started breaking, both of them. Home construction stuff started disappearing too, and there were no footprints left in the snow. Although we're skeptical, my mother's co-worker thinks my father's ghost is haunting the house.
 
2007-10-31 2:51:19 PM  
naughtymonkey: I got married.....

I have a similar story, but mine has a happy ending. I got divoriced!!!

/miss the daughter tho
 
2007-10-31 2:52:04 PM  
My only kinda-freaky story:

I was in undergrad, and I had my own dorm room (i.e. no roommates), so I was the only one with a key to the door. I was working on a research paper during the wee hours of the night and left to go to the bathroom. I locked my door on my way out as I always did because of thefts that frequently occurred in my hall.

When I returned from the bathrom, on the computer screen where I had stopped writing my paper was typed "666".

To this day, I don't know how it happened. Computer virus? Someone hacked my computer? I accidentally hit the 6 key 3 times when I got up to leave? All I know is it kind of freaked me out, being the middle of the night and everything.
 
2007-10-31 2:52:21 PM  
Zarkin Frood: grizzlyjohnson: Zarkin Frood: 3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Sure, racoons do that all the time, especially if they're threatened, and the big ones can easily be that tall. They can open doors and windows and are not shy about it.

Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).


Well, if you accept the fact that that was the one night you left it unlatched, then you have your explanation. I haven't seen much raccoons couldn't get into. Where I grew up they opened up the doors and windows to come in and get the cat food all the time. They get a little crack in a window, they'll work on it all night until they get it open.
 
2007-10-31 2:53:01 PM  
Okay, I was on the couch, eating some of those white cheddar puffed cheese balls, watching TV. I heard a strange noise. It's hard to describe but it sounded like a siren maybe an old air raid siren or something. I got up to investigate, still eating, and found nothing. I walk around the house, stuffing my face because I'm nervous and the air siren noise starts to get faster. I totally freaked out now, What the hell? Where is this noise coming from?
I turn the corner in one of the hallways and I'm face to face with something. I don't know what it is. It looks like a glowing blob standing about as tall as me with a red tint. I start to run, cheese puffs falling all over the place. It's following me!! I turn through another hallway and I take a quick peek behind me. There's four of them!! FOUR! They all look the same but they are tinted a different color. I take a shortcut through the dining room back into the room I was watching TV, the air siren noise is going so fast now, still eating from being scared shiatless. All four of these things find me. And as they are advancing on me, choking down cheese puffs I find this really big puff at the bottom. It's glowing but I eat the thing anyway and all four of the ghosts turn blue and start to run away. So I chased them down ate them too.
 
2007-10-31 2:53:39 PM  
Since a lot of people are talking about hallucinations, I'd like to share that I was reading one night, fell asleep, was awoken by a kitten, and then saw a one foot spider on the bed. It had big eyes and two fangs sticking out. I just froze, and watched it walk into the wall and disappear. I then got out of bed and half convinced my fiancee I was crazy.

Fortunately, after I'd calmed down, I realized spiders that big cannot walk through walls, and the probability of it being in my condo is minimal, so I therefore was likely half-dreaming.

Though I am still afraid one of those fangs will come out of the wall and stab me in the face while I sleep. :P
 
2007-10-31 2:54:17 PM  
vagina: Once when I was walking at night near a cemetery, I felt a hand entering my pants from the back and massaging my gentials. When I looked behind it was gone. It was a real Scarrry moment.
But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.


thanks a lot, now i have to explain to my officemates why I am giggling uncontrolably.
 
2007-10-31 2:54:25 PM  
Daffydil: I'd like to believe it was real freaky shiat, honestly...I have to agree with you that a raccoon can not raise a window.

Seen 'em do it. Haven't seen one yet than can turn a doorknob, but anything else, bet on it.
 
2007-10-31 2:55:53 PM  
i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?
 
2007-10-31 2:59:47 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Redwing: I like Turtles

One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.


So, you have raccoons? SCARY!
 
2007-10-31 3:00:21 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


You say that as though we would all be surprised!
 
2007-10-31 3:00:40 PM  
When I was younger, I would always wake up in the middle of the night with a mysterious figure hovering above me, breathing heavily. It had the face of an old woman, and long, flowing white hair. I would always complain to my folks that there was a ghost in my room, but they just laughed it off.
Finally, after bothering them every night for a week, my dad gave me an aluminum baseball bat with the words "Ghost Thumper" written on it, "Keep this next to your bed," he explained. "Next time you see a ghost, hit them with this!"
Sure enough, that very night, I woke up at 2 am. As the sleep dissipated from my eyes, the visage of the ghost appeared above me. "You're so peaceful when you sleep," croaked the ghoul. It started yammering on about the beauty and innocence of children. I knew this was my opportunity. I grabbed by Ghost Thumper and took a swing. Contact! I kept hitting her until she stopped putting up a fight. I left her quivering on the floor, as I dove under the covers. I would remain there until daylight.
I still remember the date. February 21, 1985. It was my 5th birthday. It was also they day that they found my great-grandma beaten to death (in that very same bedroom, spookily enough).
 
2007-10-31 3:01:10 PM  
grizzlyjohnson-Seen 'em do it. Haven't seen one yet than can turn a doorknob, but anything else, bet on it.

Yay! I love raccoons...

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2007-10-31 3:01:34 PM  
Not a story about me, but my Ex-Wife's great Aunt.

Her name was Linda, and she is the most excentric person I know. She had been married for several years, and her husband would always buy her a single yellow rose whenever he wanted to apologize for something.

He passed away 11 years ago, 6 months before their anniversary. On their anniversary after his passing, she went downstairs to get her laundry. At the bottom of the stairs was a single yellow rose laying on the floor next to a painting he had promised to finish for her.

Creepiest thing ever.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:33 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:48 PM  
muzzrphochr: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

You say that as though we would all be surprised!


i know i am. i thought i'd be married with kids in a dead end job by now.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:54 PM  
This actually happened a few days ago to my wife. She was in my 11 month old son's room, sitting on a rocking chair while my son was hitting the ole milk bar. My son has a crapload of toys. Most of them make some kind of noise. There's this one in particular that is in the shape of a car/telephone. Rolls around and plays music and makes weird noises. So, it was all quiet in the room when suddenly this car/telephone makes a noise. It kind of sounds like a kissing sound. The eyes on the phone flash as if to say hi. Then it is quiet. After she puts my son down in his crib, she goes over to the toy to turn it off. It was already off. True, to the baby Jeebus, story.
 
2007-10-31 3:03:02 PM  
One night about a year ago I woke up suddenly from my sleep to see the shadowy figure of a person standing against the wall past the end of my bed. The figure just stood there for about three seconds while I was entirely frozen, unable to move an inch no matter how I tried. This whole time I was quite certain it was a burglar, and I was afraid my wife and I would both be killed if I didn't move and attack him, but I couldn't move at all.

After a few seconds though I managed to turn my head a little to get a better look, and as soon as I did so the shadow went zipping out the bedroom door without making a sound. At that point I realized it wasn't a burglar because the landing and stairs outside the room creak way too much not to make a sound. I was still paralyzed with fear though, and my heart was racing like mad. I finally regained full movement about 10 seconds later, but it took me about 3 minutes to calm down enough to even breath right.... I didn't get out of bed though, because I knew it was either a dream or a ghost, and either way searching the house would be pointless.

I don't think I have ever been quite so scared in my life, and yet I can think of no reason for it. The house is new construction, nothing special had happened in my life or my neighbors, and before the house was built it was just farmlands and wetlands in that general area, nothing special at all, and certainly no graveyards, or even a good place to bury someone you were trying to hide..... Although I do live about a half mile from the Green River of The Green River Killer fame.
 
2007-10-31 3:03:19 PM  
I only have one use for ghosts. A comeback.

"Suck my dick"
"I dont believe in ghosts"

/got nuttin
 
2007-10-31 3:03:42 PM  
nunoyo: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story

You just brought back all kinds of memories. Thanks :)


I just wanna say BOO too all you people who are being skeptical and pessimistic in this thread and BOO to the people making stuff up. The fun of ghost stories is that the events really happened and whether or not they are real or were a misperception of the person involved is the creepy part. Don't ruin it for the rest of us.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:16 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.


and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:25 PM  
I love ghost stories and I purchased my first house over a year ago (built in 1920). I have to say I've never had an experience in any house that I can't attribute to drugs, alcohol, fear, or the group dynamic. While I know many people have died in my house, I have never felt an eerie, ghostly presence.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:29 PM  
grizzlyjohnson 2007-10-31 01:39:43 PM
Pimple: Yes. it was a little ghost carebear. Now when this shiat happens I'm always scared at first and that fear always makes it look evil at first, so in front of it I saw appear a little canon, and I knew it was going to shoot the canon at me.

Pachelbel's ghost?


hahaha, classic.
 
2007-10-31 3:06:29 PM  
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2007-10-31 3:06:50 PM  
One time I came home and found there were all these tiny little bright red lipstick kisses all over the kitchen counter. But the house was empty except for me and the cat.
 
2007-10-31 3:07:18 PM  
My family and I moved into a new (older) house 6 months ago. Doors slam, the doorbell rings for no reason (we finally disabled it) and about two months after we moved in, we started getting mail for a lady named Ruth Patterson. The neighbors have no idea who she is/was, and the people who lived there before us and built the house was definitely not named Patterson.

The first piece of mail we received was from a convent, thanking Ruth for her donation of funds to build bathroom ramps for the elderly sisters so they don't hurt themselves going into the bathroom at night. Other pieces of mail have indicated that Ruth has lived in our house since 1992. I threw them away at first, but now I keep them all. About a month ago, the mail suddenly stopped.

Other things have included strange and unexplained noises, and items being moved or out of place. I don't know if something paranormal is going on, but I'm sufficiently freaked out.
 
2007-10-31 3:09:38 PM  
I wish I had a ghost story. I have several friends that do.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

/don't got stories, but do have pics!

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2007-10-31 3:10:00 PM  
sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.


Your username is misleading to say the least...

boringmike: i144.photobucket.com

Jesus christ, not those pictures.

If I see any more of them, it will be adblock time.

/Still scary ever since I first saw them as a child.
 
2007-10-31 3:10:10 PM  
one time i was in our church sorting and putting away fireworks from our firework stand when i heard an soft sad sigh. like the ghost of someone who was tired of killing people to sate their bloodthirst but would still do it to maintain their quasi-existence. i moved cautiously. i heard it again. i moved my foot. i heard it again. stupid sqeaking floorboards!!!
 
2007-10-31 3:10:14 PM  
a few:

Once I was sleeping, and I woke up falling *into* bed.

Actually, that was all of them, the rest (looking back) were just incidences of methamphetamine psychosis...

/carry on.
 
2007-10-31 3:12:10 PM  
daffydil felt she needed to laugh at me more, so why not another story

When I was about 6 or 7 my parents bought a old house, it was over 100y/o, so in my mind that qualifies it as old. It was a big house, it needed work, and frankly I found the house kinda creepy. You had to go up a straight staircase of atleast 50 steps, and at the top there was a landing, to the left was my sister's room, the right was mine, the first odd thing I noticed was the spray of small round holes near the bottom of my door, the holes didn't go all the way through, but were very visible on the bedroom side of the door, and down a narrow hall that ran kinda parallel with the stairs was my parents room and the train set room. You couldn't walk down that hall without it creaking badly, trust me I tried, it was not possible. The main floor had nothing significant to mention, and the basement, well that place was creepyville and I only ventured in there to retrieve the lawn mower and was usually quick about it, rarely did I go in there by myself. In the basement however you'd find all sorts of old trinkets and such from the previous owner, which I always found odd as you'd think that someone would take their shiat when they moved out, especially considering most of the stuff did have a value to it. Regardless, it was not a nice place to be, I'm sure anyone who's been there would say the same. At night, you'd hear creaking in the hall as if someone was walking up and down it, on several occasions I had my bedroom door slam shut for no reason. The first couple of times I got up to see who was screwing around in the hall, no one was there, the first few times I blew it off as "the house is old, it'll probably do that" but when the first time there was creaking and my door slammed, I was no longer as convinced it was just old house syndrome. After sometime had passed I got to know the kids in the neighbourhood, and that's when I heard the stories of the old man who used to live there. Several where totally bs, some where confirmed by their parents. The old guy who lived there had gone crazy and on several occasions chased trick'or'treater off the porch with a shotgun, turns out he had shot himself in the head with a shotgun. I asked if they knew where he had done it and no one seemed to know. My bedroom floor had that old lino type flooring on it, and I noticed there was a lump in the lino, being a kid I decided I wanted to see what was under there, so off I went with a utility knife, make the first cut, second cut, blade skips and cut me really deep, i still have the scare. I stop, get some first aid and carried on. After I get back to the room I continue the task at hand, after the final cut I move the chunk of lino away, can you guess what i found? a partially broken tooth with a gold filling laying square to the small holes in my door. Turns out he shot himself in my room, the family had laid lino over the area after they cleaned it, the holes in the door where from the shotgun blast. The creaking, the door slamming, it all made sense, after that they seemed to die down a bit, but still occured from time to time, it still could've been old house syndrome I guess, who knows, all I know is I found a dead guys tooth under my floor and the shotgun marks in my door.
/are you done laughing at me or do you want more?
 
2007-10-31 3:13:15 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...



how so?
 
2007-10-31 3:14:50 PM  
Forget "sleep paralysis/hallucination" and just call it what it is - severe chemical imbalance caused by overuse of ecstasy.

My story - (about 5 years ago) went to Jazzfest in New Orleans. Took an average of 5 E a night/day for 4 days. Took a trip to Florida to recover afterwards (yes a vacation from my vacation), anytime I tried to sleep I lay in bed, fell asleep, then "awoke" to feel something pulling on the bottom of the bed/trying to crawl over the bed, with myself completely paralyzed, I could not move, scream, anything. I was terrified and could not sleep well for days afterwards, but I always knew it was brain chemistry, not ghosts. And yes, the fun I had those 4 days in N'Awlins was worth it, but sadly no, I haven't touched drugs in years.
 
2007-10-31 3:15:14 PM  
Two words.....Sleep Paralysis.

I experienced it once and never want to deal with that shiat again!
 
2007-10-31 3:15:36 PM  
LovnMooseful:

The first piece of mail we received was from a convent, thanking Ruth for her donation of funds to build bathroom ramps for the elderly sisters so they don't hurt themselves going into the bathroom at night.


Interesting: Ruth Patterson (new window)
 
2007-10-31 3:15:57 PM  
Der Poopflinger

what did you do with the gold?
 
2007-10-31 3:16:14 PM  
sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...

how so?


I dunno, maybe the idea that "sortanerd" has two armies.

/Although the Orks are kinda enticing, what with the new figures coming out
 
2007-10-31 3:17:28 PM  
As a part of suggested reading, if you're looking up sleep paralysis you really should also look into lucid dream states. After some practice you can induce such a state deliberately and it will go a long way to helping anyone with night terrors or bad dreams.

Lucid dreams wiki (new window)
 
2007-10-31 3:17:28 PM  
Der Poopflinger:
/are you done laughing at me or do you want more?


You can do more, but the paragraph is your friend.
 
2007-10-31 3:21:02 PM  
Three for the price of one

1) I work graveyard security for a large entertainment complex occasionally. One night in the middle of the night, I was driving my little golf cart near the edge of the fence close to the intersection at the edge of the park. I looked over and see a stocky Hispanic man walking on the sidewalk next to the fence. Thinking it was a construction worker, I looked away for a second and turn back -- the man had vanished. I drove over there looking for him him. I called my manager and gave her a description, detailed down to how long his hair was and how far up his socks were pulled on his legs. I didn't find him.
That's when she told me that several years prior, at the intersection a few yards away four Hispanic males were killed in a car accident.


2) about two years ago, I was guarding a 4 story office building that had been up to a few months prior filled with Animators and film directors who had been laid off. When I guarded the building before, I was not able to visit a few offices because they were "off limits" to the lowly people who worked there. I also heard there was a resident ghost named Bridgette. Bridgette musta loved her job, she apparently died in a car accident on the way home one night.
So, the building was vacant except for a few offices and the vacant offices were filled with left over drawings and paper and a few pieces of office furniture.
I walked through all of the 1st floor offices and shifted through the crap left on the desk. After I finished the 1st floor, I walked up to the second floor where the "off limits" production suite used to be located and I immediately got a sense that I had no right to be there. I thought this was silly since the building was mostly vacant. I walked into what used to be the directors office, flipped on the light and walked to the desk located to the far end of the room. I was looking through the left over paper, when I felt something warm and clammy grab my left elbow from behind. My immediate thought was "how the heck did a Florida tree frog get in here?" I went to brush the "frog" away and there was nothing there. I immediately apologized to Bridgette for being in an off limits space and stayed in the lobby for the rest of the night. I didn't finish my "rounds" . I figured Bridgette was keeping the building very safe without my help.


3) an extra one -- a friend of my mine worked custodial and her first week cleaning a public restroom at night after everyone left, she had a strange situation. She was in the restroom alone when one by one all of the stall doors banged open as if someone was looking for something. She immediately requested a different area to clean.
A while later, I was relating the tale of the bathroom to a manager and she told me that years ago, a husband of one of the workers walked into the bathroom with two shotguns, looking for his estranged wife who was suppose to be working there. Later that night, the man died in front the same bathroom when the police swat team took him out. Years later, I guess he's still looking for his wife.
 
2007-10-31 3:21:36 PM  
arentol: One night about a year ago I woke up suddenly from my sleep to see the shadowy figure of a person standing against the wall past the end of my bed. I was entirely frozen, unable to move an inch no matter how I tried.

Sounds like sleep paralysis. Classic symptoms include being asleep, waking up and unable to move, seeing shadowy figures (usually in the shape of people), and ultra-intense fear / heart pounding.

Although who is to say sleep paralysis inst just a medical name for a supernatural event :)
 
2007-10-31 3:22:29 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.

and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.

Your username is misleading to say the least...

how so?

I dunno, maybe the idea that "sortanerd" has two armies.

/Although the Orks are kinda enticing, what with the new figures coming out



sadly i have more than two armies, but those two are my favorite and biggest.
New Ork codex is pretty cool. not really into them like my friend who got me into warhammer is.
you do imperial guard, you'd like Orks maybe.
i was thinking of doing a platoon of Vostroyan Firstborn in my Witchhunters Army to beef up the Sisters of Battle.

oh yeah this is a ghost thread.

had the sleep paralysis thing a couple times. sucked. big time.
 
2007-10-31 3:22:47 PM  
yobbery-Two words.....Sleep Paralysis.

Oh my goshiathat's what I have. I didn't know it was a disorder. I just thought I was f'ing crazy...
 
2007-10-31 3:24:46 PM  
I must have been suffering during that last comment post...
 
2007-10-31 3:25:28 PM  
fatal_exception
As a part of suggested reading, if you're looking up sleep paralysis you really should also look into lucid dream states. After some practice you can induce such a state deliberately and it will go a long way to helping anyone with night terrors or bad dreams.

I've had lucid dreams by accident and by trying to have them. I've also had sleep paralysis where I simply couldn't move when I was starting to wake up. The scary thing about what happened in the story I described above is that I completely woke up normally and was able to sit up in bed, totally aware of what was going on and where things were in the room. Then I turned to get out of bed and I saw the dark figure with the eyes, right in front of me, while I was sitting up. There was at no point during that or afterward in which I woke up, or became more conscious. It was all seamless and in what I was sure was a totally awake state.

For about a month after that I was convinced it was a ghost or an alien or something paranormal. It didn't happen again, so I got over it. Over the years I've just accepted it as a waking afterimage/sleep paralysis phenomenon, but it doesn't quite match up and I'll never forget how real it was at the time. Actually, I'm still not quite sure what to make of it. It's different when it happens to you than just hearing about it, I guess.
 
2007-10-31 3:26:50 PM  
Late, but at least I'm here in time to contribute after finally having an experience worth doing so:

My mother was divorced and married my "Dad" when I was 9 years old (mid-40's now). Dad's mother died about 4 years ago and 3 years ago we finally convinced his Dad to move out of the HUGE old turn-of-the-century house in Western PA that they had lived in for over 50 years and raised 5 kids in.

Anyway, stories about weird stuff happening on the "3rd floor" (attic floor) were told as far back as when they moved in. The family just accepted it - whatever was up there never harmed anyone. I never witnessed anything and thought they were all nuts [they are]. Maybe I never believed it because I didn't spend much time there as a kid (remember, I was nine when Mom married Dad).

So now it's December a few years ago and we are moving my grandfather out of the house. Me and an uncle went up to the attic once more to check to see if we left anything behind. We're the only ones left, everyone else is gone already. My uncle is married to one of Dad's sisters and has been hanging around since he was a kid, so he had witnessed some strange happenings - mostly noises from the 3rd floor.

As we are walking down the stairs from the attics the lights go off and on again and again. As we get to the bottom of the stairs we look at the light switch. It's one of these really old-fashioned switches that has a switch you twist clockwise to turn the lights on and again to turn them off. The wires aren't even in the wall, they run from the switch up along the outside of the wall.

As we look at the switch, we can see it turning!

*click* ON.
*click* OFF.
*click* ON.
*click* OFF.

Three times in all as we looked at it. My uncle was as startled as I was, but then told me "I told you so". I guess someone was saying goodbye. I don't yet know if I'm a believer, but I'm a little more open minded about it than I used to be.
 
2007-10-31 3:26:53 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


How YOU doin'?
 
2007-10-31 3:27:40 PM  
My self and two other scientists were in New York doing paranormal research. The real egg-head of the three of us came up with this back pack device that would capture ghosts and spirits. We would contain them in this "locker" of sorts that was stored in our office which was a renovated firehouse.

I've seen plenty of super-natural events! The weirdest was the huge Sta-puff marshmellow man that attacked my girlfriends apartment building. Oh, well...at least I got to sleep with Sigorny Weaver when she was some what hot.
 
2007-10-31 3:28:13 PM  
True story

As an undergrad, I spent a summer at Gonville and Caius College, at Cambridge University in England. This college was founded in 1347!

My dorm room at the college was on the second story (or 3rd floor for you Yanks). During the latter part of June in the summer of 2000, everyone in my study group excepting myself and another student (who stayed in another dorm room across the college) went to Scotland for a scheduled excursion.

Alone in the dorm room, I was awoken one night by the sound of walking footsteps that, Doppler-like, sounded far away from the floor above my room...like the sound of someone walking down a long tiled corridor.

The footsteps continued until they were directly over my room...paused...and then continued walking away.

The next morning I asked the College Porter if someone occasionally walked the hallways on floor 3 (4th story of the building for you Yanks)...and he said matter-of-factly "Of course not!"

Then he explained:

He confirmed that not only was I the only occupant in my wing of the dorm, but also told me that the 3rd floor above my room used to have a hallway, but in the 1950's, contractors cordoned off the hallway and sectioned it into separate rooms.

Then he chuckled, that it was physically impossible for someone to walk from one end of the third floor to the other...unless they were walking through walls...


/True story. I experienced it.
 
2007-10-31 3:29:05 PM  
melkel: my boyfriend and i got new phone service since we were moving to a different state and had our old #'s/service turned off about a week before this experience...
we were at dinner w/ friends and my boyfriend got a call from his sister who was very upset. she received a call earlier that night from his OLD cell phone #...the person on the line was NOT my boyfriend and they proceeded to ask his sister how she was doing...if she was at grandma's and if she was going to be going out with her friend crystal while she was visiting. all very personal info that no stanger would know. at the end of the call she asked who was on the line, the person responded, "i cant tell you right now, but someday, you will know and be very surprised". she tried to call our old # back, it was disconnected. our old phone company also said it had been disconnected for a week.
the only thing we could think...their mother had passed away a few years earlier and that it was her calling.


There was a really spooky episode of the New Twilight Zone or The Other Side or some such show. A woman in her forties answers the phone and she hears a woman sobbing on the other end and she keeps saying who is this, who is this and the person just sobs and sobs and so she hangs up. She is then shown talking to her husband and she tells her husband the story of the phone call and she says she doesn't know who it was but they were familiar. That night her husband dies of a heart attack. The show then progress 10 years to that very day into the future and the woman now older in her fifties is shown at home and she thinks back about her husband and starts crying and sobbing uncontrollably she grabs the phone and dials a number and she keeps sobbing and sobbing and you hear on the other end "Hello? Hello?" and then the other party hangs up and the woman says "Get him to the hospital! Get him to the hospital"

/I thought it was cool
 
2007-10-31 3:30:42 PM  
Duck_of_Doom: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

How YOU doin'?


i'm doing alright.

duck of doom? like from munchkin?
 
2007-10-31 3:30:59 PM  
Aranyx: Alright, might as well join in on this party.

Up until last year, I had always considered the premise of ghosts rather ridiculous. However...


Sounds like sleep paralysis + hallucinations to me. I've had 'em. They're a blast!
 
2007-10-31 3:31:23 PM  
When we were in the 9th grade, my friends and I (pathetic wimps, all of us) finally got up the courage the have a seance. It was a Friday night in about May of 1992. Freddie Mercury had died the previous November, so we decided to try to contact the spirit of the recently departed Queen frontman.

3 times, we tried to contact the spirit of "Freddie Mercury" to no avail, until yours truly, a Queen fanatic, asked for the spirit of Faroukh Bulsara(Freddie's real name). At that moment, the 10 candles we had burning in a circle in front of us all changes. They were burning straight up initially but after I spoke the 10 flames all started to burn sideways, and they all pointed at me for a good minute. It was very weird.

Years later we tried the same thing during a late night drinking binge, and while our efforts to contact John Bonham were unsuccessful, at least two of the people present nearly choked on their own vomit.
 
2007-10-31 3:34:29 PM  
Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox:

I had initially read about lucid dream studies in Omni magazine back in the 80's. Of course, being the weird motherfarker I was/am, I immediately set off on a mission to have controlled lucid dreams. Eventually I could do it, at least to the best of my own assessment considering it's not like there were any professionals around to evaluate what I was doing. Funny thing though, I needed the television to be on in the background while I slept. Don't know why but that's the only way I could enter a lucid dream state.

I wrote notes immediately after waking, which I still have to this day. Sometimes the only way I could be sure I was actually asleep was that I'd recall something in the house in an incorrect location. Maybe as an example, I'd write down that I walked past the billiard table and the cues were on the table whereas when I'd go downstairs to look, they'd be hung up on the wall racks instead.

Anyway, neat stuff.
 
2007-10-31 3:36:43 PM  
Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.


Years passed before I saw him again. I was living alone now, same house, same bedroom. I had been happy before, but then she left, and I was alone. I guess I never completely felt alone though, because I still remembered that Dark Shape, and the Red Eyes.

One night I woke up and heard my next door neighbors fighting. I couldn't sleep because of them, so I just lay there, waiting for sleep to come again. I was looking at my stereo and listening to the CD I had put in to distract me (The soundtrack to the anime 'Akira'), when I saw him again. He rose up from the foot of my bed and looked around, almost curiously, as if he had been suddenly brought to a strange new place.

It appeared then that he noticed me, and he seemed more scared of me than I was of him. He moved quickly away (I hesitate to use the term 'ran' - he just ... moved), off out of my field of vision. I heard my door open. A minute later, my door creaked again, and he was back at the foot of my bed. He looked at me one more time, then dropped from view. He seemed sad, and confused.

I saw him one more time after that.
 
2007-10-31 3:37:25 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


Must be
 
2007-10-31 3:39:06 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: They had come for our souls.

Fine, camping.. I'll give you that. But what about a room in a house where the heavy window had previously been down and locked?

Well, if you accept the fact that that was the one night you left it unlatched, then you have your explanation. I haven't seen much raccoons couldn't get into. Where I grew up they opened up the doors and windows to come in and get the cat food all the time. They get a little crack in a window, they'll work on it all night until they get it open.

Eesh, that's creepy enough just knowing raccoons can do that. Eek. And I always kept that window down and I ordered my parents to keep it down too (I'm the oldest of 5 so if I couldn't open it, my lil sibs definitely couldn't) The room would get cold, even in summer (which it was at the time that this happened) and it gave me the collywobbles which is why I wanted the window kept down and latched.
 
2007-10-31 3:39:49 PM  
This happened about 14 years ago.

I'm sitting around one night at my parents' house in Northern Virginia when I feel compelled to go for a drive. Don't know why, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I start driving west on 66. It's about 10pm.

As I'm driving, passing exit signs, I see one for Rt 29 which I know heads out to the mountains and skyline drive (about an hour away). Knowing that I can get up to 100mph on 29 in some parts, I figure that's as good a place as any for a joyride.

So I drive for awhile, and end up at the entrance to skyline drive (it's not really an entrance, more like the start). Skyline drive winds its way up into the Shenandoah Mountains and can be beautiful during the day. It's one of those long, twisting, cut-back style roads. I'm in a Camaro, so I figure what the hell. I'll drive to the top of this mountain and the coast back down.

By the time I reach the top, I'm driving in a thickening fog. It's probably about 12:30am at this point. It's one of those pea soup fogs that blots out everything past 20 feet. I turn the car around, and go about 100 yards when all of a sudden some guy steps out in front of the car and waves me to stop!!

Now, this is in the absolute middle of nowhere. There are no other cars on Skyline drive that time of night because it really is only intended as a scenic drive, not a thoroughfare. So the fact that I'm up there at all is completely random.

I can't help but stop because otherwise I would have hit him. Of course, I'm thinking horror movie the whole time, but the guy's got a day pack and hiking boots (not overalls and an axe) so he's at least dressed the part. When I stop, 3 other people come out of the fog. Two girls and a guy (couples, duh).

Turns out they went on a day hike, but got lost when they didn't get back in time before sunset. They'd since gotten even more lost wandering through the forest, and night fell upon them with no flashlight. They were feeling more horrified than I was.

Hesitantly, I packed them into my car and we headed back down the mountain. They couldn't remember where they'd parked, so we drove around for about a half hour. By now it's about 2am. There's a restaurant at the far end, and I figured there was a phone there so we headed that way. The kept insisting that it was "back the other way...back the other way..." but I really just wanted to find a phone.

We pulled into the parking lot, and there was their car. Safe and sound. They were so happy, they kept calling me their savior and thanking god and thanking me and were just beside themselves.

That was a crazy night. If I hadn't gotten the urge to go for a drive that night, they could have ended up wandering the woods til morning. Something just compelled me to head out there for no explicable reason. Since then, I've believed there is something else out there, bigger than ourselves.

/Not a ghost story...just a thought.
 
2007-10-31 3:40:13 PM  
itsjustjake

trifecta in play?
 
2007-10-31 3:43:25 PM  
fatal_exception

I had initially read about lucid dream studies in Omni magazine back in the 80's. Of course, being the weird motherfarker I was/am, I immediately set off on a mission to have controlled lucid dreams. Eventually I could do it, at least to the best of my own assessment considering it's not like there were any professionals around to evaluate what I was doing. Funny thing though, I needed the television to be on in the background while I slept. Don't know why but that's the only way I could enter a lucid dream state.

Lucid dreams can only occur in light stages of sleep, when you're still dreaming but almost awake. The TV probably triggered that for you. There are actually devices you can buy to trigger lucid dreams which flash light every once in a while.

I had my first lucid dream in college (unless you consider the ghost thing a lucid dream of sorts) by accident. I realized in the dream that it was a dream because there was a celebrity in the room. Then I started flying around and doing all that fun stuff. After that experience, I researched it and found out that you could get better at having lucid dreams. I got pretty good at it, but my sleep quality was always awful because it wasn't the deep sleep I really needed. Eventually I got sick of it and decided to just get a good night's sleep instead of banging all coeds I knew several times over and flying around the city.

What happened when I was a kid was nothing like anything else I've experienced, and again, I would swear up and down that I was fully awake at the time and able to move around, aware of what was going on. I never 'snapped' out of it...it was seamlessly integrated with me running out of the room and the events that followed. It still has some things in common with sleep paralysis, but it's different enough to still freak me out sometimes and wonder just what it really was.
 
Ant
2007-10-31 3:43:45 PM  
This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

castleofspirits.comView Full Size
 
2007-10-31 3:45:21 PM  
Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me
 
2007-10-31 3:45:53 PM  
I had a friend who's roommate thought the apartment was haunted because there was a "cold spot" next to the window with bad insulation.

She would also remove phone cables from the walls by pulling real hard on the cord and wondered why they kept breaking.
 
2007-10-31 3:46:30 PM  
Ant: This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

I hear John dies at the end
 
Ant
2007-10-31 3:47:59 PM  
CannedTangent: I hear John dies at the end

Eh? We must be talking about two different things.
 
2007-10-31 3:49:35 PM  
Late last night and the night before,
Larry Craig tapping on the bathroom floor.

Wanna take a dump, don't know if I can,
I'm too scared of the toe tappin' man.
 
2007-10-31 3:50:18 PM  
I was driving to our hunting shack outside Hibbing, MN one night before the advent of the MP3 player. I was listening to music (not Bob Dylan) on a CD player with a cassette adapter and decided to change the CD. I opened the player without hitting stop and took out the CD, but the music kept playing. I unplugged the power adapter but the music still kept playing. I was actually freaked out for a minute, but luckily, after 30 seconds, the haunting stopped. I later realized I'd been haunted by 30 second skip protection and battery backup. Spooky.
 
2007-10-31 3:51:02 PM  
Ant: This one time, I bought a painting off of eBay, and the creepy little boy came out of the painting at night and wandered around my house.

Was this a fark thread at some point? What's the full "story" behind the painting?

/For that matter, what's the hubbub about this dibbuk box?
 
2007-10-31 3:51:07 PM  
Sinbad is going to make another movie...
 
2007-10-31 3:51:26 PM  
You want scary, this is scary:

We live in a world where the scientific method has been around for centuries, where peer review scientific research has elevated human civilization above our basic animal nature. We live in a world where claims of the supernatural are forever being tested and rejected by sound logic and empirical study.

And yet, some otherwise intelligent, well educated people still actually believe in ghosts.

Scary.
 
2007-10-31 3:54:06 PM  
keroppilee
Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me


You can research it online. I didn't believe it was possible to get better at it...but then it worked for me by suspending disbelief and just trying it out for a while.

What worked was thinking a lot about it right before I fell asleep. You can't read numbers or written words in dreams, so any signs or newspapers, will just be blurs and instantly clue you into realize you are dreaming. Some people get in the habit of looking at their watch. If they can't read it, it's a dream. You have to break yourself out of the habit of just going with the flow of dreams and accepting absurd aspects of them as reality.

When you realize you are dreaming, your body will automatically try to snap you out of it and wake you. You have to fight that and try to stay in the dream state. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

I've never been able to maintain a lucid dream for more than 10 or so minutes before I wake up. The state it requires a very light one. Again, if you have lucid dreams your sleep quality will be crap and you'll be tired all day, which is why I stopped having them. They're fun to try once though.

/Best sex I ever had...
 
2007-10-31 3:54:08 PM  
keroppilee: Tips for lucid dreaming?

/wants to bang coeds
//could only happen in dreams
///at least that's what they tell me


Can't say I can help with the banging of coeds and all but as for tips on entering lucid dream states, check out the link I posted here: fatal_exception 2007-10-31 03:17:28 PM

For me I'd say what's described as the WILD method was the closest to the techniques I'd employed. A lot of it had to do with remaining auditorially aware of my surroundings while sleeping. At times you could almost hear what sounded like a valve opening and closing in your ears.

Sorry, this is bordering on a threadjack. Go check out my ghost story at 2007-10-31 01:26:15 PM
 
2007-10-31 3:56:39 PM  
Oh, and Happy Halloween everyone. I've got to get out of here now.
 
2007-10-31 3:57:22 PM  
[image from weirdity.com too old to be available]
 
2007-10-31 3:59:06 PM  
sorry fatal_exception failed to quote the post i was answering with that :) I dont think anyone could help me with the banging of coeds.... :(

Cantletyoudothatstarfox: Eventually I got sick of it and decided to just get a good night's sleep instead of banging all coeds I knew several times over and flying around the city.
 
2007-10-31 4:00:51 PM  
Ugh I really should check my grammar. Should read sorry, fatal_exception. I failed...etc.
 
Ant
2007-10-31 4:05:49 PM  
JohDHJ: Was this a fark thread at some point? What's the full "story" behind the painting?

eBay Haunted Painting (new window)
The artist
(new window)

castleofspirits.comView Full Size
 
2007-10-31 4:06:40 PM  
Even though most of these were mentioned in the ghost story thread on 10/22 here are some creepy stories for those that missed them:

Dibbuk Box
Haunted Painting
Ted the Caver
Robert, the Haunted Doll

Feel free to add more creepy links
 
2007-10-31 4:12:25 PM  
Everyone's Collective Imaginary Friend: You want scary, this is scary:
And yet, some otherwise intelligent, well educated people still actually believe in ghosts.

Scary.


Reviewing several of the stories (discounting all of the sleep paralysis stuff), I am curiously how one could scientifically recreate the situations were there is a supposed warning from a dead relative about situation X. Or, a 'visit/vision' from someone far away not known to be deceased but then turns out has died in the interim.

Given that in many of these tales there is no a priori reasonable explanation of knowledge, it does make one (well, me) at least curious.
 
2007-10-31 4:13:30 PM  
Yep a lot of "ghost stories" are based on sleep phenomena and wild animals.

Also, I think some locations have a psychological ambience that is just creepy. I don't mean it's actually supernatural, maybe a collection of environmental cues that sets off warning signals in an ordinary person's brain.

Anyone ever been to House on the Rock in Wisconsin? Especially back in the day before it was sold off and made PC. That place had a baleful malignance to it. I'm an atheist, I don't believe in ghosts and I don't think it's really haunted . . . just the way the guy had it originally set up, it'd probably freak out James Randi.

\it's not nearly as creepy now that it's gone corporate
\\no more animated diorama with the clown head & KKK guy, the half-naked mannequin angels are covered up, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been hidden behind a doll carousel
 
buz
2007-10-31 4:13:31 PM  
The scene: a bunch of bored 15 year old kids at my buddy's parents house.
His parent gone for the evening. His little brother and sister are there and being little pains in the ass.

We get bored.

We light a single candle in the kitchen, and gather around the table.
We all hold hands, and one of us begins to chant, "Oh great spirit, if you can hear us, give us a sign."

OK, now consider that we were a bunch of stupid kids, and first THIRTY attempts were stifled with laughter, giggling, and kicks under the table.

but... with repetition, it wasn't as funny, and many iterations later, we're all quiet and serious.....

"Oh great spirit, if you can hear us, give us a sign."

Pitch dark, except for a single candle, I am aware of a housefly, buzzing around the room.... It seeks the light of the candle, and singes a wing on it's trip through the flame.... It lands on the table and spins in little circles, mortally wounded.

BOOM! CRASH! BANG! (the sounds of scared kids exiting the house RAPIDLY!) :)

We argue outside of the house how to proceed....
One of the cuter girls says that she's DONE and wants no further parts of this....
So, she & I agree to go upstairs to my buddy's bedroom while the others try to recreate their little scare....

I'm IN, right? (c'mon I was 15!)
BZZZZTTTT!!!
The little brother & sister are completely and utterly scared shiatless and refuse to rejoin the others at the table. (damn them!) ;-)

No amount of cajoling can convince them that it's all fun & games, and I find myself (quite disgusted) in the bedroom, with The Hottie, and & two little kids.

We hear our friends gather around the table, kill the lights, light the candle and begin to call 'the spirit'

Once again, much giggling ensues....

Finally, after enough tries, they get quiet & serious, and I hear them call out to the spirit to show itself to them.

I lean down to the hot air register from the furnace and WAIL into in my most heartfelt shriek I can muster.....
It reverberates through the furnace and out the register in kitchen (where they were)

The sounds of screaming and pushing a shoving and PURE terror float up the steps and are music to my ears....

Ghosts, indeed are among us.... >:-)

10 minutes later, my buddy creeps back into the house and stammers up the steps, "Hey B...bb....buz, that WAS you, wasn't it?"
Had we not STILL been laughing, I might have been able to play that one off.....
 
2007-10-31 4:16:48 PM  
one time i heard this clawing at my cupboard.

i opened it up and my cat came out...i had accidently closed the door on her.

it' wasn't a ghost.

/doesn't believe in supernatural things.
//sorry to disappoint.
 
2007-10-31 4:17:08 PM  
I still laugh at my friend for falling for this one, worthy of being on here only because how badly I freaked him out...

When I was about 11, I had a few friends over and my one friend brought her ouija board. Just before the get together I had heard of this thing where if you dial 9 then your own phone number, your phone would ring but when you picked up the line would be dead. Being the sneaky kid I was, during one of our "callings out to the dead to show some sign of existance," I made up some excuse to go to my basement to grab more candles or something, and placed a prank call to my phone.

When the phone rang back, my friend upstairs decided to pick it up, which wasn't weird for him to do. As I was coming back up the stairs, I looked up to his is face turn white and his eyes bulge. He nearly dropped the phone. I asked him what was wrong and he could barely speak. My friend who was in on it started laughing and I did too. We lied, told him he was crazy and that they must just be fixing the phone lines or something but a few minutes later my friend excused himself and went home. I never told him what actually happened... it's more fun that way.
 
2007-10-31 4:20:22 PM  
ActionPaintball: On this very night, ten years ago, along this very stretch of road in a dense fog just like this. I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building... And when they pulled the driver's body from the twisted, burning wreck. It looked like this...

WHAT IS THAT FROM!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!
 
2007-10-31 4:20:23 PM  
My brother hung out wherever the Bell Witch is supposed to be. Said it felt evil and heard some crazy noises.

I believe he heard something, but it was probably heard an owl or some animal in the woods.

I used to get the sleep hag thing when I was younger -- I'd be half asleep and felt that someone was sitting on my bed and touching me on the back, and I can't move. It usually happened during the day, when I was also more likely to have bouts of lucid dreaming.

\don't experience either phenomenon anymore
 
2007-10-31 4:20:57 PM  
My Son's Great Grandfather relayed this story to me. The family owned land on one side of a mountain in North Carolina for generations. All the brothers and their wives lived on different parcels throughout the years. One brother's wife was a caretaker of the elderly for some years. They lived in a small cabin that they shared with the elderly couple she was caring for at the time. According to the story relayed to me, the wife who was experiencing dementia, was constantly nagging at her husband. The caretaker and her husband had gone into town to get supplies and when they returned, they found the old man sitting on the front porch. When they asked him where his wife was, he told them she was in the house "on the table". They went inside and found her lying on the table, decapitated.

Times being hard they could not afford a new table so, the caretaker's husband cleaned the table but could not remove the bloodstain on the top and down the leg of the table. He finally sanded the table down until there was no visible stain and refinished the table. Weeks later, the stain reappeared. The table was sanded down and refinished many more times with the stain reappearing each time.

After hearing the story, I was shown the table (it's still in the family). Sure enough, the stains are very visible. I was also shown the cabin where they lived (very creepy). I wouldn't dare go inside (it's abandoned now).

/Not a ghost story; just a creepy, entertaining one.
 
2007-10-31 4:21:03 PM  
Well back and the day, and from time to time when im back home me and some friends enjoy a good ghost hunt. Nearby my house is Cuba Rd. in Northern IL which is pretty notorious among ghost hunters nationwide. Here are a couple of stories from late night drives down the road.

The first would be the phantom car... when I first saw this it was after a... misunderstanding with my parents. I had just turned 16 so i hopped into my brothers little Saturn and took off for a drive to cool down. I cruising down Cuba Rd. doing my best to not slam into any deer, as a crest a hill I notice what appears to be headlights coming up at me.... in my lane. I hit the brakes and quickly back into the driveway for a subdivision I had passed about 10 feet earlier. As this car, which I can best describe as a black 1970s mafia sedan comes up, and gets in the center of my headlights... it simply vanishes. Cue me pulling out a little and looking both ways only to find no trace of any other vehicles in either direction. So, I run back and tell a couple of my friends who are into ghosts the next day, only to have none of them believe me.

Fast forward to about a year ago... me and three buddies are going down Cuba Rd as a shortcut to a house party... keep in mind we had not started drinking yet. We are about a mile away from the railroad tracks that the road crosses over, and noticed a car a bit ahead of us which we has not seen before. I crack a joke about it being the ghost car... my buddy speeds up to catch it. We get to about 25 feet behind it as it goes to cross the tracks, we can't see any shape of a driver or anything. The car then makes a near perfect 90 degree turn onto the railroad tracks and is gone.

I have a few more from that area... maybe ill just post them throughout the day.
 
2007-10-31 4:21:29 PM  
This weekend i was at a tribal function. A member of the tribe showed me a picture she took the week before on her iPhone. Apparently, they were having a bonfire in memory of a friend's mother who died recently and the lady decided to take the picture. So i look at hte picture, and sure enough is the profile of a face with hair and ear. It was amazingly detailed to the point that it looked like it would be on the cover of Weekly World News. She never saw it in the fire, and didn't know about it until she saw the picture. Weird.
 
kth
2007-10-31 4:23:05 PM  
I get sleep paralysis occasionally, and find it amusing now that I know it's not a stroke (unable to move, lights flashing and moving around, generally a headache/nausea). The best one was when I was unable to move, but semi-lucid so I could hear the scene in Apocalypse Now at the last outpost. I remember lying there thinking that it was an excellent soundtrack to my psychosis.
 
2007-10-31 4:23:25 PM  
shotgun_riding: One night my girlfriend at the time and I were driving home from the laundromat. It was probably 12:30-1:00 in the morning. We were coming up to a green light in front of a grocery store, and as we did we saw a man (looked to be early 20's)sitting on the curb on our side of the road, as if he was waiting for his ride to come pick him up. As we approached the light, it inexplicably turned red (there wasn't another car in sight), so I stopped. He was right next to us so we finally got a real good look at him. The man was wearing what looked to be an all-white cook's outfit, but his face was ashen, as if he had flour all over it, and there was a bloody wound on his right cheek. My girlfriend, sitting in the passenger seat and thus closer to him, says "Um, he's walking towards the car..." He had gotten up and was coming towards the rear passenger side door. Needless to say I took off through the red light while my girlfriend called 911. We pulled in to a parking lot about an 1/8 of a mile up the road and waited until we saw police lights. When we did (after roughly 90 seconds - the police station was right down the street), we drove back past the scene on the opposite side of the road, where there were now two cruisers. And no bleeding dude.

/weirded OUT.

Of course, it's COMPLETELY implausible that perhaps a deli worker from that grocery store injured himself and was perhaps turning pale from loss of blood. And those cruisers COULDN'T have been there investigating a possible crime scene after the possible victim went to seek help or something, which he could've been trying to do when you were at the light.


The store had been closed for hours. There wasn't a single car in the parking lot. It's possible. But I seen what I seen.
 
2007-10-31 4:24:59 PM  
MikeRaphon: So I drive for awhile, and end up at the entrance to skyline drive (it's not really an entrance, more like the start). Skyline drive winds its way up into the Shenandoah Mountains and can be beautiful during the day. It's one of those long, twisting, cut-back style roads.

I know exactly where you're talking about.. my parents used to take us there every autumn to see the leaves, until there got to be too many of us

Ant: CannedTangent: I hear John dies at the end
Eh? We must be talking about two different things.

The Haunted Painting
 
2007-10-31 4:27:57 PM  
wheresmycandyman: ActionPaintball: On this very night, ten years ago, along this very stretch of road in a dense fog just like this. I saw the worst accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building... And when they pulled the driver's body from the twisted, burning wreck. It looked like this...

WHAT IS THAT FROM!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!


Large Marge from Pee Wee's Big Adventure
 
2007-10-31 4:28:20 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Ant: CannedTangent: I hear John dies at the end
Eh? We must be talking about two different things.
The Haunted Painting


What the hell is in the background of that picture? A window with multiple hands and feet pressing against it?
 
2007-10-31 4:29:13 PM  
ItsJustJake: Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.

Years passed before I saw him again. I was living alone now, same house, same bedroom. I had been happy before, but then she left, and I was alone. I guess I never completely felt alone though, because I still remembered that Dark Shape, and the Red Eyes.

One night I woke up and heard my next door neighbors fighting. I couldn't sleep because of them, so I just lay there, waiting for sleep to come again. I was looking at my stereo and listening to the CD I had put in to distract me (The soundtrack to the anime 'Akira'), when I saw him again. He rose up from the foot of my bed and looked around, almost curiously, as if he had been suddenly brought to a strange new place.

It appeared then that he noticed me, and he seemed more scared of me than I was of him. He moved quickly away (I hesitate to use the term 'ran' - he just ... moved), off out of my field of vision. I heard my door open. A minute later, my door creaked again, and he was back at the foot of my bed. He looked at me one more time, then dropped from view. He seemed sad, and confused.

I saw him one more time after that.


Some of us are waiting to find out how the trilogy ends, dude.
 
2007-10-31 4:29:36 PM  
thwapp:

Your first story sounds a lot like a story in our family. A relative back in the old country had his door opened, heard footsteps, breathing, etc. for several nights in a row. Like most young kids, he cowered under the bed shaking.

After several nights of that he finally had enough. He threw the covers off him and sat straight up to confront the thing. He felt like his face passed through something cold. There was nothing there. He went to sleep relieved.

When he woke up the next morning, it was still dark. Turns out he was blind from that day on...
 
2007-10-31 4:31:47 PM  
keroppilee: itsjustjake

trifecta in play?


Years passed. I'm still in the same house, but now have a new woman living with me, my future wife. I had almost thought He was gone but then one winter night I saw him again. This time he walked into view on my side of the bed, appearing from the corner of the room.

He stood there watching me. He looked at me, then at my fiance, and back to me again. He seemed sad and alone, but he didn't vanish like he had in the past. It was as if he wanted something.

I moved closer to my fiance, and waved him towards us, and patted the open spot in the bed. I murmured sleepily "It's ok. You don't have to be alone". He seemed hesitant "Don't be afraid. It'll be alright". I felt him curl up there. He seemed happy, comforted - and then he was gone.

I never saw him again after that. I like to think he's happy now, moved on to where ever it is we go. I'm also not making up a word of this. Think of it what you will.
 
2007-10-31 4:32:08 PM  
One day my fiance and I came back from work as usual and I plopped down on the couch and started petting the dog. My fiance all of a sudden said "Oh my god whats that?" and pointed at my shin. I looked down and my shin was covered in stripes of blood like I had just walked through barbed wire or something... but there was no pain. Then I noticed similar stripes of blood all over the house at about knee level.

A couple minutes later we noticed that our dog's tail was bleeding on the tip... he had wagged it too hard and nicked it apparently.

Still, for a second there I was really freaked out
 
2007-10-31 4:33:39 PM  
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'this could be heaven or this could be hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
'please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!


Scary as Hell, huh?


/true story. Changed my life.