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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.
 
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