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2007-10-31 3:59:06 PM  
sorry fatal_exception failed to quote the post i was answering with that :) I dont think anyone could help me with the banging of coeds.... :(

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

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

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

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

Scary.


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

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

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

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

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

We get bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once again, much giggling ensues....

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

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

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

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

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

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

it' wasn't a ghost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/weirded OUT.

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


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

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

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

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

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


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


What the hell is in the background of that picture? A window with multiple hands and feet pressing against it?
 
2007-10-31 4:29:13 PM  
ItsJustJake: Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.

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

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

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

I saw him one more time after that.


Some of us are waiting to find out how the trilogy ends, dude.
 
2007-10-31 4:29:36 PM  
thwapp:

Your first story sounds a lot like a story in our family. A relative back in the old country had his door opened, heard footsteps, breathing, etc. for several nights in a row. Like most young kids, he cowered under the bed shaking.

After several nights of that he finally had enough. He threw the covers off him and sat straight up to confront the thing. He felt like his face passed through something cold. There was nothing there. He went to sleep relieved.

When he woke up the next morning, it was still dark. Turns out he was blind from that day on...
 
2007-10-31 4:31:47 PM  
keroppilee: itsjustjake

trifecta in play?


Years passed. I'm still in the same house, but now have a new woman living with me, my future wife. I had almost thought He was gone but then one winter night I saw him again. This time he walked into view on my side of the bed, appearing from the corner of the room.

He stood there watching me. He looked at me, then at my fiance, and back to me again. He seemed sad and alone, but he didn't vanish like he had in the past. It was as if he wanted something.

I moved closer to my fiance, and waved him towards us, and patted the open spot in the bed. I murmured sleepily "It's ok. You don't have to be alone". He seemed hesitant "Don't be afraid. It'll be alright". I felt him curl up there. He seemed happy, comforted - and then he was gone.

I never saw him again after that. I like to think he's happy now, moved on to where ever it is we go. I'm also not making up a word of this. Think of it what you will.
 
2007-10-31 4:32:08 PM  
One day my fiance and I came back from work as usual and I plopped down on the couch and started petting the dog. My fiance all of a sudden said "Oh my god whats that?" and pointed at my shin. I looked down and my shin was covered in stripes of blood like I had just walked through barbed wire or something... but there was no pain. Then I noticed similar stripes of blood all over the house at about knee level.

A couple minutes later we noticed that our dog's tail was bleeding on the tip... he had wagged it too hard and nicked it apparently.

Still, for a second there I was really freaked out
 
2007-10-31 4:33:39 PM  
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'this could be heaven or this could be hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
'please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!


Scary as Hell, huh?


/true story. Changed my life.
 
2007-10-31 4:34:37 PM  
Uncle Pooky: ItsJustJake: Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.

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

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

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

I saw him one more time after that.

Some of us are waiting to find out how the trilogy ends, dude.


Sorry - posting between calls here at work ;-)
 
2007-10-31 4:39:03 PM  
ItsJustJake
Could it be that the apparition was really your boyhood self, which you finally learned to accept?
 
2007-10-31 4:39:26 PM  
I read a book a while back called "Beyond the Quantum". Mostly BS but there was a reference to a 'created' ghost/entity/thing that a group of people made up during mock seance. They gave it a name, personality traits and what-not. This thing would then show up whenever there was critical number of the original group together and would respond to requests and questions. Apparently it was even filmed moving a table across a room by the NFB (National Film Board of Canada). I've since tried to look-up said footage on the NFB site but no luck. It's probably more BS but has anyone else heard of this before?
 
2007-10-31 4:39:54 PM  
NTidd: Dibbuk Box
Followed this one since it showed up on eBay.


It's also called Keselim... In Turkish, Kese means a small pouch and Elem means anguish or mental suffering.

And a Dibbuk (or dybbuk) is the dislocated soul of a dead person who escaped from Gehenna (hell)..

so either the box contains the woman's own suffering or that of her family. Either way, bad juju, stay away
 
2007-10-31 4:42:04 PM  
ItsJustJake: Uncle Pooky: ItsJustJake: Zarkin Frood: ItsJustJake:
That was the first time I saw him.

I am intrigued. Go on.

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

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

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

I saw him one more time after that.

Some of us are waiting to find out how the trilogy ends, dude.

Sorry - posting between calls here at work ;-)


It was a good trilogy.
 
2007-10-31 4:43:06 PM  
They live above the ceiling, up where no one ever goes or walks. But they're still there, and no one can deny it. At least, I cannot deny it. All of the people around me deafen their ears and blind their eyes, pretending that they know nothing of the ones living above us, the ones that occupy the rooms upstairs.

My mother told me that I had an overactive imagination when I asked her about the upstairs people, the ones that scrape, howl, dance, and play. The ones who talked with me when I was younger, and giggled while I told them all my deep little childhood secrets. The ones who no one else could truthfully see.

I was always told that they would go away when I got older, that they would fade to the back of my imagination like an old faerie tale. But they never did.

They're still there, those people, those strange ones that live upstairs.

I don't remember why I believed them when they told me they lived upstairs, I have always known that the house does not have a floor above mine. But that is what they told me when I asked one night, as I became sleepy and asked where it was they lived when I closed my eyes.

They laughed, and pointed up, and I thought, as my mind clouded over with dreams, that they must only live one floor up. Just above my head. That's why they were always there, always ready to play, even on the rainiest of days.

They're still there, and I can still hear them. They never disappeared, and they never went away. They've changed, though. They aren't as mystically fun as they used to be. They don't giggle when I speak to them, they don't laugh when I joke at them.

They sit, and look at me through their odd little eyes. They cock their heads to the side, and study me. Their lips split into wide, horrifying grins, and they just sit there, staring.

I am beginning to wish that they would go away, and leave me alone.

I want them to go back upstairs, and stay there.

I do not want them down here anymore, where they do not belong.
 
2007-10-31 4:43:51 PM  
I'm fairly certain no one will read this, but I got one that has a ton of odd happenings.

When we moved to an old farm house in northern Michigan, no one would really talk to us. We attributed it to being outsiders, because it was such a small town (graduated with 39 other kids).

We bought the house from an estate sale, got it dirt cheap. No one else even looked at it. We were told that there were a couple deaths in the house, but that was it.

So I start school (5th grade) and kids are all creeped out by me. Start teasing about how I was gonna kill my family. Turns out, the people that died there were murdered by their eldest son, John (my first name). The parents name were David and Eliza Douglas, my parents were David and Elizabeth Douglas. Weird.

So, eventually friends would come over to stay the night, but seldomly would stay more than one. It never failed that when people were over, something freaky would happen.

My bedroom just happened to be the one the kid shot the father in, and right outside my window was the porch, where he shot the fleeing mother.

One night (the worst "occurance") a friend was sleeping over. Normally my friends and I would both crash out on the floor in front of the TV. Well, it was about 2am and we both sat right up from our sleep and he looked at me and in a low voice said "shoot him, shoot him, he doesnt deserve to live. The gun is in the closet." I remember not having control of myself, almost like I wasnt me, and telling him that I would "shoot them both". Right after I said that, we both came out of it, and just kind of looked at each other like WTF just happened.

So, months later we are talking about it to another friend who gets really creeped out and go grabs a newspaper from their closet. (His dad was the guy that arrested the murderer son and kept the newspaper clipping of it). So he shows us the paper and it says something to the effect of "Deputies responded to a shooting just after 2am on such and such date"

So.. at 2am, something like the 4 yr anniversary of the shooting that happened.

What is even worse about it, was I had a 4-10 shotgun in my closet that he didnt know about, because it was packed away behind some clothes. (we didnt have a gun cabinet yet, and had no more room on the rack we had in the den.

So ya... I was thinking that house wanted my parents dead, just like the last ones. Very weird indeed.
 
2007-10-31 4:46:38 PM  
Walker The caver story is unfininshed!
 
2007-10-31 4:51:42 PM  
wheresmycandyman: ActionPaintball:
WHAT IS THAT FROM!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

See previous post.

greenboy:
My dad took a picture of a gumball sticker and people say they see a face
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2007-10-31 4:54:04 PM  
My uncle and aunt went to the same college at about the same age with their childhood friend, Ralph (yeah, I know). My aunt lived with another girl in one of four apartments built into an old house near the college in Massachusetts. One day when aunt, roommate, neighbor, uncle and Ralph were sitting around hanging out my aunt mentioned that she was feeling crazy because she kept misplacing all sorts of stuff, much of which she was unable to find again - things like her hairbush, makeup, and her birth control pills. At that point the neighbor and roommate chimed in they had been having the same thing happen - the roommate's IUD had totally vanished from the house. As they all started getting creeped out, uncle mentioned that he always felt like he was being watched when peeing at the apartment, and Ralph said he had, too, to the extent he tried not to ever use the bathroom at her apartment.
Some years later when telling a coworker about this, my aunt decided to look into the history of the place. Turns out the house was built on a spot where a paper mill had been in the late 1700's and that the miller's 14 year old daughter had died in the mill.

Also (more a reincarnation story than a ghost story), I grew up in a small Massachusetts town, raised by a stay-at-home Mom. No babysitter, and only a few neighbor friends that were my same age. My parents (both of whom are atheists) love to tell the "creepy" story about how I started asking to be taken to church pretty much as soon as I could talk. It took them upward of 6 months to figure out what I was asking for because it started as baby talk and because I really had no way of knowing what a church was at that point - no TV in the house, no relatives I'd spent time with, pretty much 99% of interaction with other humans in the presence of my Mom. When they asked me why, I told them because the people were nice and I missed the singing. Go figure that one out.
 
2007-10-31 4:54:28 PM  
Macrophallus: Yank

Fark, I know I already posted a reply to this, but Fark is telling me I didnt.


I just wanted to let you know that what you are describing is a recurring dream of mine. I'm in a house whose upper floor has been "remodeled" so that you cannot walk from one end to the other. However, it's almost like a thatched roof cottage, and not a dorm. Maybe I just associate thatched roof cottages with England, who knows. Anways, thanks for letting me understand where those dreams were coming from.
 
2007-10-31 4:56:52 PM  
Tachikoma

They make medicines for that now.
 
2007-10-31 4:58:41 PM  
A friend was telling me that he's able to sense supernatural energies and auras. He said that he senses a malevolent aura sometimes at our college... specifically in the sports/gym building.

I think it's the elliptical trainers in the fitness center. Those things are evil.
 
2007-10-31 4:59:00 PM  
I was out hunting with my Uncle a few days before Halloween when I was about 9 or so. He had found an old tree stump for me to sit on and told me to sit still until until he came back. I remember that I was getting a little nervous because it got dark but I wasn't really scared. But then something big and dark swooped down out of the trees! It was howling like a wolf and flying through the air! I could see its distorted face because it was lit up from below with a weird red light. I did the only sensible thing and unloaded both barrels as it flew by. Then I ran home as fast as I could go!

/It must have gotten my Uncle because they carried his body out of the woods that night.
//No one will talk to me about what they found so it must have been pretty grusome.
 
2007-10-31 4:59:03 PM  
Zarkin Frood: My dad took a picture of a gumball sticker and people say they see a face
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I see a bird -- it has a beak, not a mouth.
 
2007-10-31 4:59:15 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Thank you for introducing me to the word collywobbles.
 
2007-10-31 4:59:48 PM  
This story was recounted to me by a friend (it has been edited to protect the innocent):

So I drove over to Edgemont to pick up Zach so we could go to have a late night meal at Mont Parnasse diner. It was a little after midnight. Zach's house is on ridge and you can get a panoramic view of Scarsdale/Edgemont area.

When I got to his house, I called his cell phone instead of honking because it was kind of late. As I waited for him to come to the car, I saw something in corner of my eye. In the distance I could see very clearly a green light pulsing from the ground high into the sky. This wasn't a spotlight. It was something else because the light was bright and thick. Think farking light-saber, not flashlight in fog.

Zach came out saw was I was looking at. He was tanked, but we were both equally flabbergasted. This pulsing light was probably less than a mile away from us so we decided to find the source rather than get a late night snack.

After about 20 minutes of searching we found the source. There were five other cars had found it too. These other people had been just as curious to find out what this thing was.

From our vantage point we could see the light eminating from the back of the house out of a massive window. This window was actually something like six large picture windows arranged in a perfect square. We could not see into the this square because the green light was way too intense.

We congregated with the occupants of the other five cars. It was agreed upon that one of us would knock on the door and find out what the source of that light was and what the hell was going on.

Zach, who was hammered and thus fearless, volunteered for the job. The rest of us were too afraid/weirded out. He went up and knocked on the door. Nothing. He rang the doorbell. Nothing. He played drums on the door while screaming. Nothing.

But, as he turned around and shrugged at us in defeat, the door opened. Zach turned and looked in squinting. He slowly inched backwards away from the door. Once he had gotten off the stoop, a ghastly little old woman seemed to appear out of thin air partially on the stoop and partially in the doorway.

Her mouth crinkled into a toothless smile at the congregation on her front lawn. Then, seemingly all in one act, she then let out a bloodcurdling scream, disappearing behind a slammed door, and the pulsing green light went out along with all the lights on the street.

At that we all hightailed it out of there with no answers and soiled pants.
 
2007-10-31 5:03:37 PM  
rebelyell2006: Zarkin Frood: Ant: CannedTangent: I hear John dies at the end
Eh? We must be talking about two different things.
The Haunted Painting

What the hell is in the background of that picture? A window with multiple hands and feet pressing against it?


Yes. The painting is creepier the bigger you blow it up
 
2007-10-31 5:04:40 PM  
Zarkin Frood
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I see the face of the Cailleach costume from Dr. Who.

\Beware the Ogre!
\\and feminist intergalactic criminals pretending to be Celtic goddesses
 
2007-10-31 5:04:48 PM  
More of a "spirit" story than a ghost story...
One of my best friends from my teenage years, a 39-year old man who was the organist at my church, was dying of AIDS in a New York city hospital. I was in college in Delaware. The night he died, I was praying for him to live, but then I realized how selfish a prayer that was, considering how much he was suffering. Then I started praying that he would be at peace, however that would come about, and I suddenly saw him. My eyes were closed but he was standing in front of me in the darkness, clear as can be, and he said "I have to go now. Goodbye, Elizabeth."
My parents called me the next day to tell me that he had died, and I told them I already knew.
 
2007-10-31 5:04:52 PM  
Laz Long: I was out hunting with my Uncle a few days before Halloween when I was about 9 or so. He had found an old tree stump for me to sit on and told me to sit still until until he came back. I remember that I was getting a little nervous because it got dark but I wasn't really scared. But then something big and dark swooped down out of the trees! It was howling like a wolf and flying through the air! I could see its distorted face because it was lit up from below with a weird red light. I did the only sensible thing and unloaded both barrels as it flew by. Then I ran home as fast as I could go!

/It must have gotten my Uncle because they carried his body out of the woods that night.
//No one will talk to me about what they found so it must have been pretty grusome.


Where was this?
 
2007-10-31 5:05:14 PM  
I think I might be able to chime in here with something of value to this thread. I wasn't there firsthand, but the witness accounts (my dad and my sister) really bears a great deal of credibility (why, exactly will come later) to this rather unusual event.

My sister was making a spice cake in the kitchen. My dad obsessively helicoptered over her while she made it, because he has this "thing" for well-made spice cakes.

When the cake was finished baking in the oven, my sister placed it on a plastic cake dish to cool.

My sister turned away from the cake to begin cleaning up, and my dad was eyeballing it, contemplating taking a swipe from it while my sister's back was turned.

At that very moment, the cake lurched up over the edge of the cake plate, slid across the counter nearly two feet right under my dads nose as he watched, spilled over the edge of the counter - like you would think a fresh cake would do - and ruined itself on the floor.

My sister looked over her shoulder at the cake on the floor, set down what she was doing and silently left the room.

The family dog, also interested in the cake, left the room with much less composure.

My dad was speechless - and he was *pissed*. He salvaged as much cake as he could off the floor and it was the best spice cake he said he'd ever had.

My dad *is* that rocket scientist everyone throws that joke around about. He thinks that the math involved with compounding velocity, drag, yaw-pitch-and-roll, fuel weight consumption differentials, gravity, intertia, etc ad-nauseum was "fun".

For the life of him - to this day - cannot explain what slid that cake the LONGWAY off the counter and onto the floor. My sister simply won't talk about it. My dad was obsessed in determining what possible physical phenomena grounded in our earhtly sciences could have done that - right before his eyes. No crumbs, no moist smear-trail, the cake-plate was clean of any evidence that a cake had ever been on it.

Earthquakes, drafts/wind, heating/cooling interaction side-effects, sonic booms, harmonics, electromagnetic fields, EMI, name it - he tought of it all - and if you ask my dad about it today all he does is get pissed and says it was "That damn ghost that ruined my cake."

As far as I know, nothing like this has ever happend before or since in our family's history.
 
2007-10-31 5:11:10 PM  
I've lived at my house for almost 2.5 years now, and it's not an old house, it was built in '91. Anyway, the ex-wife and I bought it together, but split up within in a month, so she took off and left me and the big, dopey black lab living there with no furniture for several months until I eventually was able to buy some new furniture. Anyway, the living room and the kitchen are one big room with only the island seperating them. The only thing in both rooms was a small TV stand in the corner with my little 13" TV/VCR combo on top of it, and a beanbag chair. Now, with the TV being so small, I had to pull the beanbag chair right up to the TV stand to be able to see it, and then the labrador preferred to sit on my chest while sitting on the bean bag chair, which made it even harder to watch TV, so I would throw a tennis ball constantly while sitting there watching TV to keep him occupied.

So one evening we're fetching. I throw the ball, and it comes to a stop in the middle of the kitchen floor where the table would be had I actually had any furniture at the time. The dog is running full speed and suddenly slides to a stop at the edge of the kitchen area and ducks in terror. He then stands there barking and growling at the air and keeps nervously glancing at the ball like he's afraid to go around/through whatever is there to get it.

I walk over there, and he kind of nervously backs up behind me. I tell him to go get his ball, and he still won't, but he barks at the air a couple more times. There's absolutely nothing there. I walk into the kitchen, pick up the ball and go back to my beanbag chair to repeat this experiment.

Again, I toss the ball, so it comes to a stop in the table area, and again the dog will not go in there, but I keep egging him on to go get the ball. After more barking and growling, he finally cowers down and walks way around the edge of the kitchen, and timidly reaches out, grabs the ball and then hauls ass back to me and hides behind me. That was weird. It happened again one other time.

Fast forward two years. The lab went to live with my parents because he realized he could jump the fence and just was too big and energetic, and I was working 12-14 hour days trying to get back on my feet after the divorce. Along comes another girlfriend, and she nags me into getting another dog. This time it's a little chihuahua/weiner/terrier mix. We're sitting in the living room, which now has couches, and she's doing her dog thing checking the kitchen floors for food. Suddenly she just goes crazy barking at the air over the kitchen table, and then hauls ass back to the living room and jumps in my lap. Once again, weird shiat.

So then I'm washing dishes, and we're real lazy about this, so I've already filled the dishwasher and start finishing the ones in the sink by hand. I set a cup down on the counter, and then watch it slide two feet to the other end of the counter. I am amazed by this, so I set a second cup down in the same spot and watch it also slide across the counter. I try it again, but nothing happens. (I figure this incident may have something to do with the water on the damp rims of the cup making them slide, but it was cool.)

In the meantime, I've had two scary as hell dreams since living there. Both involve sleep paralysis. In the first, I'm lying on my back in my bed, and I can see my room perfectly. However, I can't move. I can sense a presence at the end of my bed, but I can't turn my head to see down there. I then feel hands grip my ankles and start dragging me off the bed. It's like I knew I was asleep, but I couldn't move and couldn't wake up. I finally did wake up scared as hell, but I was still fully on the bed, and although my room looked the same as in the dream, I had my shoes on in the dream, and they were off in real life.

The second dream started with loud noises. There was music and banging and it sounded like a neighbor was throwing a major party. Then I heard a crashing sound like windows breaking or something. Then I looked down, and at the foot of my bed was a blonde woman staring at me. I was thinking to myself, who are you and how did you get in here? I figured she might have wandered over from the party. So she starts climbing on to the bed towards me, and I realize I can't move. Then as she starts to straddle me, I notice that there's another blonde in the room kind of off to the side of the bed. I don't know whether to be scared or thrilled until I realize neither of them have eyes in their eye sockets and that they're dead. I woke up in a cold sweat after that one, and it was amazing how all the partying sounds just immediately went silent upon waking up.
 
2007-10-31 5:13:30 PM  
Bob_the_Mighty said:

we've heard a mother speaking to a child in a very small room on the top floor (a couple years later, my step-mom had her first child, and they used the room for a nursery).... Bonus: The voices sound like my stepmom and her second son (born 5 years after this started happening)

Supports my theory that "hauntings" may be temporal distortions where you are really seeing or hearing something from the past or future. In this case, the ghost WAS your stepmother and stepbrother, just at a different time. If you "see" a ghost, and the ghost sees you, that "ghost" is telling people in his own time/place that he saw a ghost (and it was you). Thus, a place gets a reputation for being haunted.

Tell your stepmother to start telling her son what stocks are doing well that day. Maybe you'll have another temporal distortion from the future, and you'll get a good stock tip, too.

/No time to make this more understandable.
 
2007-10-31 5:15:47 PM  
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

Thai folklore (like many others) has it that there's a ghost sitting on your chest. I never ever open my eyes during sleep paralysis.

Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox
After that experience, I researched it and found out that you could get better at having lucid dreams. I got pretty good at it, but my sleep quality was always awful because it wasn't the deep sleep I really needed.

Is it really that easy? It would be interesting to induce a lucid dream once in a while. I've only ever had one that I was in control of -- I decided I wanted to fly =).

(The other times were when I pinched myself and didn't feel anything, and thus realised I was dreaming. That was the result of a dream when I was about 8 or so ... I dreamed I went to the bathroom -- and woke up just in time to not wet my bed. After that, I was nervous every time I went to the bathroom, and would pinch myself just to make sure. It became a habit after a while, to the point where I'd automatically pinch myself in my dreams as well.)
 
2007-10-31 5:16:09 PM  
sortanerd: Der Po

my dad took the tooth when I showed it to him, last time I saw it he was putting it into a film canister, I don't know what happened to it after that
 
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