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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  
[image from i173.photobucket.com too old to be available]

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
 
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