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2008-10-31 02:52:51 PM  
Usurper4: "Remember: the "experts" on the supernatural insist that dogs and children have an innate ability to sense ghosts...why, don't know...but they say so."

My cat either likes to play "made you look" or there is a ghost that likes to hang out on the ceiling....

2008-10-31 02:53:11 PM  

Jacket_Off: I moved into a house about 3 years ago when I was married. It's not that old, built in 1991, but there was an odd moment at the closing when the broker said something about disclosing any incidents of death in the house, and the sellers got a little edgy and reiterated that they only had to disclose deaths caused by something other than natural causes and that there were none.

Well, my marriage was on the rocks before the move, and this house was kind of a final attempt for us to be happy together, but it failed, and the wife had moved out within six weeks of us moving in. So I find myself living there with my black lab with no furniture except a bed in the bedroom and a bean bag and elliptical trainer in the living room.

Not having any furniture and being too broke to buy any, my dog and I took advantage of the space by playing a lot of fetch in the house. So one night, I'm lying on the bean bag watching network television on my 9" TV/VCR combo and tossing the ball across the room into the kitchen for the dog over and over ... when SUDDENLY, he comes to a sliding stop right where the kitchen table would have been, backpeddles on the slick floor and launching into a flurry of barking and growling at the air.

Now, I'm sitting there dumbfounded because I have a completely unobstructed view of all this, and there is nothing there. I walk over to where he's at, pick up the ball and hand it back to him, and he hurriedly and nervously backs out of the kitchen and back into the living room as fast as he can. As soon as we're in the living room, he's ready to play like nothing happened.

As a test, I throw the ball again, and again he freaks as soon as he's in the kitchen. Again, there's nothing there. I walked through the entire kitchen looking for anything that could be setting him off. There's nothing.

Obviously, I'm going to keep throwing the ball into the kitchen to keep trying to figure out what's going on, and he nervously growled a little the third time but did get his ball, and after a couple more throws, it was like it never happened.


So then I'm washing dishes a few nights later, and I set a cup on the counter. It slides right across the entire length of the counter. Well, that was a freaky poltergeist moment, so I pull another cup out of the water, set it on the counter, and it too slides, but not as far. I chalked this up to the cups being wet, and hydroplaning on the counter or something because maybe it's not quite level, but I've never been able to repeat the results.


A few days later I'm running on the elliptical trainer. I had my shirt off just feeling the burn, trying to run off some stress, etc. Well, I feel someone put their hand on my back. I jumped like a foot in the air and almost fell off the damn machine. Of course, there was nobody there. I was a little shaken up, but I got back into the rhythm and refocused. Not two minutes later, I feel it again! That was enough elliptical for me that night, and it freaked me out enough that I have actually never run on it with my shirt off again.

However, in the past year, aside from the front door having a tendency to open on it's own, I haven't experienced any other freaky incidents.

My dog refused to go into the kitchen, and I thought it was weird. Until my mother told me that the dog once burned her nose on the oven trying to get to a batch of cookies.
2008-10-31 02:54:39 PM  

atomsmoosher: For reference, Hypnagogia. Explains away a lot of these weird demon-y presence sleep stories.

I'm a skeptic, but I still like stories.

I, unfortunately, am very familiar with hypnagogic hallucinations. There's nothing quite like waking up your significant other by screaming at the faces coming out of ceiling in the middle of the night.
2008-10-31 02:54:39 PM  
Another one, from school, not my Navy days.

When I was in 6th grade, my mother bought a house just around the corner from my school. She got an incredible deal on it, the seller was in a hurry to sell it because of her recent divorce (I seem to recall something about wanting to move out of Philly).

The first time Mom took my brother and me to see the place was shortly after she made her offer. It was a standard rowhouse in South Philly, though it had a porch with a roof and railing, which made it somewhat special. The ground floor had one large open living/dining room, and a large kitchen. The basement was unfinished, with a coal room in the back, under the kitchen (the floor in the coal room didn't even have a cement floor, just plain dirt). The upstairs had three bedrooms and a bathroom. The front bedroom was the previous family's parents' room, the back bedroom was the son's room; the middle room was completely empty, just a few old picture frames. I immediately decided that would be my room.

We moved in a few weeks later, and everything was normal. For a bit. Then strange things started happening. For one, our cat refused to go into the middle room. If the door was open, she would rush past it, never lingering. For another, all three of us starting having strange dreams about a little boy. Then things started disappearing, only to be found weeks later in the strangest of places (my brother's and my treasured porn collection disappeared one day, only to be found months later at the bottom of a locked chest). We'd all hear sounds, usually running feet or a child laughing, when no one else was home. And I was woken up several times in the middle room by something shaking my bed in the middle of the night.

I was the skeptic in the family, and kept insisting that all of this could be explained somehow, we just didn't have all the facts. In fact, one night, my mother and I were in the kitchen discussing all this, and I insisted to my mom that the house wasn't haunted, that ghosts aren't real, and there must be another reason for our experiences.

That's when the cutting board on the shelf behind me flew over my head and slammed onto the kitchen table.

After that, we all accepted that there was a ghost in the house. My mom even started sharing some of her experiences with coworkers, one of whom told her that her husband had lived in the house when he was young.

And that his younger brother, Paulie, had died of whooping cough.

In the middle room.

We started talking to Paulie by name. And he would respond, by pinching our legs or knocking on the wall. My brother and I even played catch with him one day. We'd bounce a SuperBall against the ground, and it bounce back. From midair.

I don't know how it happened, but that little boy is still in that house, and he still wants someone to play with.
2008-10-31 02:56:03 PM  

Fact Man: Third_Uncle_Eno: Fact Man

what/where are those drawings from?
i recongnize them... saw them years ago... but i can't place from where or what.... hmmm...

The amazingly great "Scary Stories" series.

^This is usually found in book stores/amazon for about $9, and it includes the whole series.

"Scary Stories to tell in the dark" I believe is the first of the series. I couldn't sleep after reading those as a kid, especially with the stories accompanied by such scary illustrations.

The drawings in those stories are the only things thave have ever scared me enough to keep me from sleeping. So creepy.
2008-10-31 02:56:10 PM  
Not so much scary as comforting, but definitely creepy...

Not too long after my gramps died, I was at the grands' house reading the paper and came across one of those Dear Abby "Pennies from Heaven" columns (people write in about dead loved ones dropping pennies in front of them or otherwise doing dead-people penny magic when the still living person talks or thinks about the dead person).

I thought it sounded kind of silly, but it reminded me of when me and my sisters were kids. Gramps had a thing for practical jokes and magic tricks, and he used to do this sleight of hand stuff with coins where he'd stand back from a table or counter and "throw" a coin at a heavy vase or a jug or whatnot. We kids would go look and every single time, the coin would be under the object and the object hadn't moved or made a noise or anything. Used to amaze us to no end, and I think I was a teenager before I figured out that he had placed the coins there ahead of time.

So, anyway, I got to thinking how cool it would be if he could "throw" me a penny to show me he was still around, only as soon as I thought about it I realized that I would never be able to tell if it was his penny or not, since their house was a hoarder's dream of odds and ends, including lots of randomly scattered loose change. You could probably find a penny anywhere you looked. So I shrugged the idea off and went to get some lunch.

During that process, I went to the kitchen table and picked up the mail I'd brought in just prior - and froze. Under the stack of mail was a shiny new penny. What froze me wasn't so much the sight of the coin itself (as I said, the place is full of loose junk), but I knew for a fact this was about the only place in the house that couldn't have had a coin sitting on it, because I'd personally cleared the spot off when I brought in the mail so I could set the letters down without them getting lost in the rest of the mess on the table. I knew there hadn't been a penny or anything else there when I set the mail down. And now there was.

As if to really drive home the point, I picked up the penny and saw that the date stamped on it was my birth year (1968, and this was happening in the 90's) and the penny was totally shiny and new, as if it had never been used.

That really made me smile. I love gramps and the thought of him hanging around and keeping an eye on us was very comforting. The thought of him still playing "throw the penny" tricks with me as a way of saying hi was downright smiley-tear-worthy. Still have that penny somewhere.
2008-10-31 02:58:58 PM  

Xomber: I heard about this guy who was tortured and murdered and after a couple of days he terrorized his former friends, forcing them to touch his rotting flesh and promoting cannibalism and vampirism onto them...

I lol'd.
2008-10-31 03:01:46 PM  
when i was about twelve, late one night my dad had taken our two dogs out for a walk, Barney the oldest, and rosie. Barney was my dog I had a really turbulent life growing up and barney was always my best friend (sad I know) we got him when i was one, and my mom used to tell me that at night I would climb out of my crib and she would find me curled up next to him sleeping, so the point of that is we were very attached to one another. That night when my dad was calling the two dogs in, a car came speeding down our road and hit and killed barney. My dad took his body to an all night vet clinic to be destroyed and told me about it in the morning. I freaked I was completely inconsolable for about three days because i had never gotten to say goodbye. by the third day i was getting sick because i couldn't eat or drink or sleep much. and my parents got worried. on that third night i remember hearing barney's collar jingling from outside my room. i got out of bed, and found him on the couch, just looking at me with that happy way dogs will look at you, tail wagging. I imediately went to him and hugged him while telling him goodbye. he eventualy faded away and I went back to bed. I woke up feeling completly fine. and ready to move on. I don't believe in ghosts and it was more than likely a dream but once again my friend had come back when i needed him most, one last time.
Not scary I know, but ghost story none the less.
2008-10-31 03:01:58 PM  
When I was about 8 or 9, my friends and I were playing "Bloody Mary" you had a candle and performed some ritual and chanting in the dark to try and summon the spirit of a condemned women. We were in my basement and when each of us had done our part of the ritual, we heard a knock on the door leading into a closet where nobody could be. That closet actually had ANOTHER closet inside it (a cold room for more long term storage). As we opened that inner door, you could feel the tension, and we all would swear we saw a misty face in the darkness when that door was first opened, that evaporated as we all dashed upstairs.

I moved away a couple years later, but on a visit back to my home town years later, I met up with one of the guys who had gotten deep into superstition and belief in the occult. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'd made the knocking sound myself and been the first one to "see" the face to see if everyone else would go along with it, even though there was no face... or even mist for that matter.

/true story
//defining moment of my skepticism of people who tell me ghost stories, superstition, and religion
2008-10-31 03:02:34 PM  
I'm not big into supernatural stuff, but this is weird and I like to tell this story.

My wife is a photographer (uses digital equipment) and I like to follow her around sometimes with an old Canon 35mm AE-1 and pretend I can take pictures. Our favorite places to go are New Orleans and Savannah.

Around this time last year we decided to do photographs of supposedly haunted houses. Seemed like an interesting subject. We had taken pictures of the LaLaurie House (new window) and several others with good stories. Well, we got to the Beauregard Keyes House (new window). It's twilight and getting dark fast. The wife takes some pictures, no problem. I break out the film camera. I take one picture before it's good and dark, then go to wind the camera and take another picture after moving across the street for a different shot.

Camera winds fine, I frame the picture, then push the button and nothing happens. I figure the camera is just old and jammed up or something, so I do everything I can to make it work (there honestly aren't that many moving parts). Still wouldn't work. So I decided since I was almost at the end of the roll anyways and needed to bump the ISO up to 800 or so I would go ahead and change the film out. After winding the roll up and putting a new roll of film in (after thoroughly inspecting the camera) I try to take another picture of the house. Button still won't push. At this point I figure the camera is just old and showing it's age and needs some work. I folded the tripod up and we started to head on our way. Once I get across the street away from the house I idly start playing with the camera and when I pushed the shutter button it took a picture.

At this point I'm somewhere between frustrated and excited. Either way the camera is working, so I wind the film and go back to the place I was trying to take a photo. I push the button and it takes one photo, so I wind it and then it won't take another picture. Very strange. I went back across the street, push the button, and it works fine. I take a few pictures on that side of the street, no problem. Walk back across the street to where the house is, and it won't work.

I have no explanation and don't want to blame it on the supernatural, but it was quite spooky given that house's history.
2008-10-31 03:02:39 PM  
Hah I use to read the Scary Stories series as a kid too. I had serious issue with the pictures, I would flip the next page real quick to see if it was the start of a new story (thus scary pic), and if it was I would cover it up with my hand before going to the next page. I'm a pansy.
2008-10-31 03:03:51 PM  

Dr. Flavenglaven: atomsmoosher: For reference, Hypnagogia. Explains away a lot of these weird demon-y presence sleep stories.

I'm a skeptic, but I still like stories.

I, unfortunately, am very familiar with hypnagogic hallucinations. There's nothing quite like waking up your significant other by screaming at the faces coming out of ceiling in the middle of the night.

I feel for you, I had a friend in college who got them quite intensely. It was fun for us, though: ghosts one week, demons and ETs the next.
2008-10-31 03:04:38 PM  
My first story happened when I was about 9 or 10. My dad was a foreman on a cattle ranch in middle-of-nowhere, Texas. We were a mile from the highway, down a dirt road, 13 miles from the nearest podunk town.

So it's the heat of the day and everyone, including the ranch hands, were taking a siesta. My dad asked me to get some papers from his truck's glove compartment, because like all good cowboys he used his truck as his filing cabinet.

So I go out to the truck, which was parked in our little camp. The camp was made up of two single-wide mobile homes (one for me and dad, the other for the hands), a barn and a horse corral. The truck was parked next to the dirt road that ran back into the ranch.

I sat down in the passenger seat of the truck and proceeded digging through the glove compartment. I looked up and saw the silhouette of a man in a cowboy hat walk past the passenger window of the truck. Thinking it was one of the hands, I poked my head out the window to say hi.

There was no one there. There is no way anyone could have moved fast enough to hide or get to one of the buildings 20-30 feet away. I tried to rationalize it and realized the sun was on the wrong side of the truck to have produced a silhouette. I ran inside and told my dad that I had seen a ghost.

He took me outside and asked me to show him what had happened. The "ghost" was walking on the road next to the truck and walking towards the interior of the ranch. My dad took the whole thing very seriously and wrote all the details down in his diary.

About a month later we were driving through a part of the ranch that we hadn't been to in about two months because the road had washed out. It was a very large ranch, 80,000 acres.

As we are driving on this dirt road, my dad slams on the brakes and throws it in reverse. There next the road was a crude wooden cross. There was a name, hometown in Mexico, birthdate and deathdate scratched into the crosspiece. The cross was on the same road (several miles away from) where I had seen the ghost. The deathdate was the same date I had seen the ghost. My dad and I freaked out a little.

He figured out that it must have been a group of illegals trying to cross and one of them died from heatstroke or snakebite. He called Border Patrol and had them take the remains away.

Dad tried to explain that the man was trying to show someone where he was buried so he could go home to be buried properly.
Glad to help, dude.

Here is a weird/funny one.
My dad died about 6 months ago. He was a notorious prankster and always trying to scare me or play tricks.
I set up my cell phone to have the theme from "The Good the Bad and the Ugly" play when he called. He was the only one set with that ringtone.
When dad died, I never deleted his number. It felt too weird. So, I'm sitting home one night, about two months after he died. My phone starts playing The Good The Bad and The Ugly. I freaked out. I threw my phone across the room and started crying. It turned off. Then it started playing again. I answered the phone. It was my cousin.
He took care of my dad in the last months of his life. He found the cell phone and renewed the contract under his name, but kept the old number. Waste not, want not, right? He had no idea why I was screaming when I answered the phone. I explained and we laugh about that now. It was something dad would have laughed his ass off at.
2008-10-31 03:05:38 PM  
Back in HS, my friend's little sister told me she and her friends were messing around with a ouija board and something freaked them out. They told me they were communicating with a demon and it said that I was going to be killed. Now this was a little weird since I had never really talked to my friend's little sister or her friends before, we just kind of knew who each other were. No reason to have a grudge against me to try to freak me out or anything. I brushed it off as freaky and left it at that. The following week I got into a car accident going 45 mph head on, on the passenger side where I was sitting. I walked away without a scratch, except for that next day horrible ache, but what she said came back to me and freaked me out a bit.

/My cat's name is Boo
2008-10-31 03:07:09 PM  
Here's mine:

When I was in high school, one summer our house in Denver was being renovated. They gutted the whole place so no one could live there during the renovation. We rented a house in Leadville for the summer. It was a cool place, nothing to do so I just rode my bike every day in the mountains but anywhoo...
The house we rented was about one block away from the cemetery. The cemetery there is creepy for a number of reasons. First, it's the only one there so anyone who died in Leadville, ever, is buried there (including all the miners from the 1860's). The newer parts are divided by religion (catholics, protestants, jews) and a kid's section (creepy by itself). But there is also the "Old" cemetery.
The Old section is where all the poor miners were buried in the 1800's and is not taken care of. All of the graves have "collapsed", leaving 5'x 1' indentations in the ground about six to eight inches deep. This section of the cemetery has no grass, a forest of pine trees and overtaken it, leaving the ground loose mountain dirt, pine needles and worn wooden grave markers about 150 years old.
When we first moved up there, we visited the cemetery during the day and it was sufficiently creepy. But, my mom being the weirdo drunk that she is, wanted to go at night. She had been reading about ghost sightings and orb photographs in the cemetery. I was in high school and with my pubescent bravado said I would go with her late at night, packing cameras and flashlights galore.
So we went at around 11 one night, with my Sony and Pentax SLR's (this was before digital cameras were widespread), a few flashlights, and a few rolls of film. Now, as soon as we passed through the gate, my Sony camera which I had been using on a daily basis for about two years with no problem, will not snap a photo. The shutter just won't work. The film was loaded, the shutter was set and when I pressed the shutter release, the shutter would not release. I was pissed my camera was broken but we kept moving into the cemetery.
As we walked past the newer parts, using the Pentax to take photos of what seemed like nothing (I was sure I was wasting my film), we started to hear a faint rustling sound coming from the Old cemetery. I thought told my mom was just a bird, but I was terrified that it might be a bear or cougar. My mom, of course, thought it was something else and wanted to get closer.
We walked towards that area of the cemetery and as we got closer, the rustling was not rustling at all. It was whispers. It wasn't wind in the trees or needles on the ground but people whispering, we could make out different voices. My mom wanted to stop and listen which I was more than happy to do. We were not quite in the older part yet, about twenty feet outside of the trees.
While I couldn't make out what they were saying, I could most assuredly tell that it was whispers. As I was setting up my tripod, we heard a *snap* I looked to the right and saw two human legs, glowing a light blue, running through the trees, with a tattered dress looking thing hanging around the knees. "Oh fark", I yelled and grabbed my tripod in one hand and my moms hand in the other and booked it out of the graveyard, screaming the entire way.
I don't believe in ghosts, I still think that it could have been my brothers or the altitude playing tricks on us or something. My mom heard and saw everything the I did but she believes it. I don't know what to make of it. The only thing that still bugs me about the whole thing is that as soon as we stepped out of the gates, the shutter on my Sony worked. Make of this what you will, I still think it was someone playing a prank on us but my mother is hell bent on ghosts.

Leadville, CO. Elevation: 10,000'
Creepy as fark.
2008-10-31 03:08:13 PM  

manun: Yet the story was not without some form of justice. After all I did win a victory over the Hand. I bested the beast and over came my horror. My only regret is that I was too stupid to ever catch on to the truth. Maybe this helped explain why I constantly wet the bed. The world may never know.

If you didn't have a crappy profile, I would almost consider sponsoring you for that story.
2008-10-31 03:10:12 PM  
So I went to college in Albany, NY, where I met my now current girlfriend of 5 years. When we first met, I'd often crash at her apartment, which was closer to the bars that I liked than my place. Her apartment was a three-story house that was pretty old, and had been coverted into three apartments. Just about everyone who lived there had claimed, at one time or another, to have seen the ghost of a pale white woman in a white wedding dress during the night. In her particular apartment, a 3-bedroom, all of the girls, including the old lady, saw the apparition from time to time, always in the kitchen.

Anyway, most times anyone saw her (I never did), they would say she had a calming presence, but always looked like she was looking for something... as soon as you would walk towards her, the apparition would disappate. A girl who lived in the apartment below had told us that one night, he saw her, again in the kitchen of hher apartment, approached her, as she was crawling on the floor, got "really close" in her own words, before she suddenly looked up at her and disappeared - like instantly. Really freaky stuff.

So this stuff went on and off for the two years she lived there, with the woman periodically showing up from time to time, until finally she graduated, and it was time to move out. Trying to avoid losing any of their deposit on the apartment, we turned the apartment upside down cleaning and fixing it up, every nook and cranny. As we were cleaning the kitchen, one of the girls who lived there, Katie, noticed a piece of metal wedged into the molding. Looking like jewelery, we figured one of the girls had lost it, or at the very least, it was something we could pawn off for one last night at the bars. I wedged up the molding to reveal a worn out looking ring, which one of the girls easily identified as a claddagh ring, which, in more modern times, has been used in Irish heritage for wedding or engagement rings. None of the girls had lost one. We all got chills, thinking of the woman in white in the kitchen. Could it have been a ring from some other college students who had lived there before? Farking probably. But it was still freaky. We decided to leave it on a ledge in the kitchen after we left.

A couple of weeks later, my girlfriends roomate Christine, who had definitely had the most episodes seeing the woman, called my girlfriend in the middle of the night to tell her about a dream she just had. In her dream, she walked into the kitchen of her old apartment, saw the woman standing there with the ring on her finger, smiling at her. Sure there are logical explanations for all of this crap, but still pretty farking amazing.
2008-10-31 03:10:15 PM  
I got a rock
2008-10-31 03:10:15 PM  
The ghost horses aren't the only thing. My mom swears up and down that one of the farm's previous owners is still hanging around the place, sometimes turning on lights in the barn or throwing hay bales down from the high parts of the hay loft for her.
2008-10-31 03:11:58 PM  
Alright, here's my story.

When I was about 12 or 13, I was staying at my grandparents house in Port Orange, FL for a few weeks. My aunt and her two brats were there as well. Anyways, I'm sleeping on a mattress in the den and I wake up during the night and look out into the living room. Standing there is a little boy dressed in clothing from the 1920's (this house was built in 1920). I get freaked out and go sleep with my cousin.

Fast forward to when I was 21. A friend and I go to FL and stay with my grandparents. Anyhow, we were talking to my grandparents weird neighbor and it turns out he is doing research on his house (which was built near the same time as my g-parents). He got some old pics of the place and in one of the pics is the little boy who I saw that night when I was 13. Weird, but kinda cool.
2008-10-31 03:15:02 PM  
WTF is a thought told? Gawd, I'm retarded.
2008-10-31 03:16:28 PM  

echo5juliet: ... passing through Amboy, CA. ... I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

Man, this is the best story I've read yet. I can't imagine what I would've done in that situation. I'd probably hesitate at the 100 feet stop point before the "accident" trying to decide if I should see if they need help, or if I should go through and call from somewhere. And I imagine the 20 or so people in the tall grass would be slowly making their way towards me and my wife... shiat!
2008-10-31 03:16:29 PM  

mr_bunny: When I was in 5th grade we lived in Grand Prairie Tx.

Oh wait, that isn't the most scariest part.

My folks went out to go to some concert and I was left home to babysit my sisters. That was no big deal since they went to bed pretty early.

About an hour after the sun set the phone rang. I answered it and a guys voice said, "Are your parents still gone?"

I freaked out, but kept my composure and said, "Dad! Some guy is on the phone."

He hung up.

20 minutes later, another call. "I'm coming over."


I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my trusty wooden bow and quiver of arrows. It was Scout week and I had been practicing for Scout camp.

I was freaking ready for anything.

Then, about 40 minutes later, there was a knock on the front door.
Then a banging. Then a bunch of banging.

I carefully peaked out the window and there was a huge guy at the door. He turned and looked right at me and ran around the side of the house and was trying the sliding glass door in the kitchen.

I called our neighbor who lived a block away, screaming and crying that a guy was trying to get into the house.

The neighbor grabbed a pistol and came running. When he turned the corner to our house he saw a guy turn and run away into the night.

It took him an hour to talk me into opening the door. and he stayed with me until my folks got home.

My dad, even with the neighbor backing me up, didn't believe me and I got grounded for a whole week.

I was on the other side of that in HS. There was a group of us at one friend's house, we were waiting for another friend to get home from something. We called over, got his sister (about 4 years younger) and said "Is Nate there" Well their mom was gone and she didn't want anyone to know she was there with a few friends and no parents, so she said "He's in the shower." So we headed over because it was about a 10 minute drive, and what guy takes more than a 10 minute shower.

We drive up the cul-de-sac in 3 or 4 cars. Most of just hang out in the street, a couple walk up to the front door. I'm sure we were loud, just goofing around. Even though the guy who knocked practically lived over there, she freaked out and called one of the friend's dad. He came FLYING up the cul-de-sac in his car, blocked us in, got out and asked us what was going on. He thought a group of teenage boys came over to harass his daughter.

I felt bad for the girls inside when it was all said and done.
2008-10-31 03:17:33 PM  

StilettosandSkills: I should start off with the fact that I've always believed that there could be some truth to ghosts but I never thought too much of it.

Back in March I moved to new apartments off Westheimer in Houston. As soon as I moved in weird things started happening... Nothing too odd but the type of things that make you wonder if you are losing it. For example, my radio always comes on by itself. I've had full bags of garbage removed from the trash can and waiting by the door to be taken out. Glass that had recently been Windexed will suddenly have fingerprints all over it like they were opened. My doors will open without warning as well as suddenly become locked/unlocked. Just odd things. And then it got bad.

Right before the hurricane I was taking a nap with a friend before heading to another friends house to "hunker down" in. Suddenly I woke up to hear my door unlock and open and someone yell "hello". My roommate was in Dallas so I immediately got up to look. When I got to the door, not only was it locked but deadbolted, too. I contributed it to being half asleep and being crazy.

A few weeks ago, I was sitting by the pool with my roomie and some other residents of the apartment complex. One of the guys mentioned an incident where his door unlocked and opened itself. Out of the seven residents there, six had witnessed odd activity in the place. Oddly enough, the seventh person (who had never had anything happen in her apartment) mentioned that she used to work at the hospital that used to be there. It seems that a few years ago there was a hospital right where my apartments are built called Rosewood General. During the construction of the place, the contractors encountered all sorts of crazy sh*t. Google Earth still shows the hospital, in fact.

Well, last week my roommate went to Dallas again and I was in bed trying to sleep. Suddenly I could hear the footsteps of someone walking around in my kitchen and the distinct sound of a cat meowing. No one was in that apartment. I know all my neighbors... No one has a farking cat.

I guess I'm just going to have to get used to it. My roomie is so scared that she won't even stay there without me.

I was born in Rosewood General Hospital.
2008-10-31 03:22:33 PM  
I'll share mine. It's the only experience of its kind that I have since being an adult, and I completely write it off as sleep paralysis, hypnagogic state, or whatever - except for the very last part, which I can't explain.

In Feb 2003 I was sleeping alone in my house. I had just gone to bed and was drifting between consciousness and sleep. At some point, I became aware of a very loud, low-pitched cyclical rumble - almost exactly like a helicopter hovering overhead. And since the police helicopter is somewhat common in my neighborhood, I assumed that was it. But I opened my eyes, and the bedroom was engulfed in this blue glow. My bed was in the corner and I was facing the wall, but I then felt this "presence" in the room and I immediately felt panic. I tried to turn over and look toward the center of the room, but my body wouldn't do it, no matter how hard I tried. In what seemed like several minutes, I gradually eased from panic to a sense of almost medicated calm. I could feel a pulsating sensation radiating from my head into my lower body. The pulsation was in sync with the rumbling noise. Suddenly both the noise and the light were gone, and I was awake and conscious.

Sounds like classic waking dream. Here's the part I can't explain. After waking up, I felt this overwhelming urge to check myself out, to make sure I was OK. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the light and looked in the mirror - all of the veins in my chest and arms were dark blue. Not that faint blue color of veins that lie slightly beneath the skin, but dark blue like blue jeans. It was almost like somebody had drawn them on me. I sort of panicked again and walked out of the bathroom. After a couple of minutes I walked back in, and the color was still pronounced, but starting to fade. I drank a glass of water and watched my skin go back to normal.

Really couldn't go back to sleep that night.
2008-10-31 03:25:49 PM  

Lord Dimwit: I was born in Rosewood General Hospital.

I died there.
2008-10-31 03:25:58 PM  

QU!RK1019: I have no idea how scary this story is to others, but it creeped me out...

I had to call a client regarding some followup. When I dialed her number, it would ring once normally, then again in a different tone. Then a sort of click would signify that the call had been picked up. But nobody was there. I said "hello? hello?" a couple times, but got nothing. I tried again, and still nothing. But it was weird because it was like *something* was on the other end of the line.

So, I waited quietly, listening and it became apparent that there were other noises on the other end. Distant, echoey sounds that seemed like people in a kitchen. (I say that because you could almost make out the clatter of china and silverware.) There were maybe voices and footsteps, but it all sounded as if the phone was off the hook in an unfinished basement, and there was a dinner on the floor above.

After a couple minutes I hung up and told my coworkers about it. They tried the number again and got the same results. Throughout the day, people were trying the number and getting a little freaked out.

The last time I tried it, I swear, I heard a muffled whimper, souning much "closer" to the phone. I hung up immediately out of terror.

The next day the number was disconnected. And the next time we saw the client, we told her the spooky story regarding the phone number we had for her. She said, rather seriously "Don't use that number." By the way she said it, we didn't ask any further questions...

I think I'd be convinced enough to ask that police maybe check it out. It isn't unheard of for people, even families, to keep a kid gagged and tied in an isolated room in the house...

BTW, does your handle mean the Quirke surname?
2008-10-31 03:26:42 PM  

i was on the fast lane on I-91, minding my own business, keeping an eye out on traffic. all of a sudden, this humongous trailer starts veering into my lane, not in front of me, but nearly on top of me! WTF! since i didn't think someone would do something so blatantly illegal, i wasn't worried about the trailer next to me. jeez though! my heart nearly jumped out my chest and now im always afraid when i have to pass a trailer, i jam the gas pedal if i can.

/going from 60 mph to 0 mph in 5 seconds nearly gave me a heart attack too
//most of the things that have scared me to the point of nearly peeing myself are highway/car related
///three slashies for good luck on my commute home today
2008-10-31 03:27:29 PM  

UnrepentantApostate: My family lives on a dirt road in rural Minnesota. We keep and breed Shire horses, have for almost thirty years now.

I'm not sure whether this or the story itself is more awesome.
2008-10-31 03:27:43 PM  
In 2005 I purchased a very old house in Staten Island, NY. It was originally a governor's mansion that had been converted to a four family dwelling. While redoing the downstairs kitchen floor, we started uncovering bones. It didn't take long (we found a skull) before we realized they were real human remains. With the remains was a business card of a doctor.

After the forensic investigation we were told that during the 1918 flu, the bodies of family members were so abundant that they were occasionally buried outside in the yard with a business card of an undertaker or medical examiner.

What they told us they figured out was that the body was buried under a nearby tree, which, after so many years, grew it's roots so far that it pushed the remains under the house, into the kitchen.

My tenants who weren't privy to the incident had reported strange things happening in the house, like cold spots, and things being moved without explanation. Since we removed the remains the strange incidents ceased.

Meanwhile, I almost went under making the mortgage payments while the place was being investigated by the police. That was the most scary part for me...
2008-10-31 03:28:51 PM  
I'm way late to the party, but I figured I'd contribute anyway. I actually don't remember this happening as I was just a toddler, but my mother recounts it often.
I was about 2 years old and my dad was working the night shift. My mother and I were in her bedroom late one night, watching TV. She says that I suddenly got up and pointed toward the open bedroom door out into the hallway and asked, "Who's that man?" (It sounded more like "Who dat man?" since I was just learning how to speak). When she looked and saw nothing, she told me there was no one there, but I kept on insisting,
"Who dat man?"
Freaked her out so much, she bundled me up and we went over to sleep at her mother's house.
2008-10-31 03:31:10 PM  
One day about 20 years ago I came home from work and the TV is on. It's on channel 40 which is the Trinity Broadcasting Network (the Christian channel). That was weird because my roommates never left the TV on and also never watched that channel. I figured what the hell, I'll sit down and watch it for a while. The preacher starts talking about how if you've had any affliction for many years you should pray now and God will heal you. I'd had three big warts on the top of my hand for about 10 years. I prayed for God to remove them. That night I went to bed and about 3:00AM I was woken up. I looked straight up in the darkness and saw a big glowing, smiling face. It wasn't scary at all. It was just very very peaceful. The next morning I woke up and took a shower and the three warts fell off in my hand. They've never returned.
2008-10-31 03:32:37 PM  

You won't believe this. Just the other day, I was at home finishing up dinner and I was all "whatever happened to Gary Sinise?" Ya know, am I right? Like, you used to see him in movies, all the time. And now...you don't. I don't know why I was thinking about Gary Sinise. It's not like I had just watched Forrest Gump or anything and yet here I was wondering about Gary Sinise. The past few days I have been cycling through season 4 of The Office which does not feature Gary Sinise. Anyhoo, so I turned on the TV and guess what? There was Gary Sinise. It was a commercial for CSI:NY. And I was all, "somebody better call an exorcist. I mean it." I've slept with the light on ever since.
2008-10-31 03:34:31 PM  
Not scary, but true.

My roommate and I were putting groceries away in the kitchen. There was a pan lid on the stove. This pan lid moved to the middle of the stove. We both had seen it, and thought it was a mouse or something. She positioned herself to pick up the lid while I grabbed a fork. (Was I planning to stab it?) Anyway, right before she could touch the lid, it slid forward again and turned while sliding until it reached the lower left corner of the stove.

We looked at each other again, convinced there was something under there. We braced ourselves and my roommate grabbed the lid by the handle and lifted it up. There was nothing under there, or in the lid.

I still can't explain it. It isn't scary, but it is puzzling.

The lid was hot and wet. When you lay it on the flat surface the lid heats the air causing the lid to float on a seal of water left on the lid. I've seen it happen with other upside-down cup shaped stuff.
2008-10-31 03:34:48 PM  
When I was 8 I was woke by Trixies jingling collar in
the middle of the night.

Trixie was dog that we had to put down a week earlier
I looked at her from 10ft away from my bed, she was
surronded by a white halo. She looked at me then
looked away and was gone.

My Parents said I was dreaming...I think not
2008-10-31 03:47:07 PM  
It's. A. Streetlight.
2008-10-31 03:48:43 PM  
Once, i received a letter from the future. It was dated 2012, and had been sent to me by a doctor to warn me to not vote for Obama.

Oh, it also said that someone was going to poison the coffee at 8am.
2008-10-31 03:51:53 PM  
When I was a kid, I always used to go into my mom's room to sleep because my room creeped me out at night. My cat would play with me in the room during the day, but at night she refused to sleep in the room. If I tried to shut the door to keep her in with me (I was a little elmira-esque) she would always stare at one corner of the room and growl. At some point, my mom put her foot down and didn't allow me to sleep in her room any longer. Anyway, one night (the cat wasn't in the room with me) a set of yellow eyes jumped out of the offensive corner and on to the end of my bed. I yelled for my mom, but she didn't hear me. Something came out from the head of my bed and made it leave. I thought it was a dream but my cat scratched at the door right after it happened and I let her in. She was there with me in the morning. Sometime that same year, I was sleeping and I felt myself picked up and a woman's voice told me to "wake up, you aren't breathing!" and then I was dropped on the bed hard enough to wake me up. I fell back asleep, but asked my mom the next morning why she had done that. She said that she knew nothing about it. I was later diagnosed with severe sleep apnea caused by a birth defect that had to be corrected with surgery. In my sleep study to diagnose it, my breathing stopped long enough to cause heart damage, had they let it go. They said I could have died in my teens or twenties from all the damage that would have happened to my heart from oxygen depravation. After we moved from that house, I never had any other dreams or experiences like it. I like to think that something benevolent saved me.
2008-10-31 03:52:39 PM  
A cousin I trust told me this story and swears it's true:

When my cousin was 14, he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a glowing white head and torso of an old woman floating in the air. The apparition appeared to be looking going through the things in his underwear drawer. He watched her for several minutes, then fell back asleep. The next morning, he assumed he'd just dreamed the whole thing and didn't mention it to anyone.

Several years later, my cousin was home from college. His old bedroom was now his younger brother's room. Around 4 in the morning, he got up to get a glass of water and walked down the hallway past his old room. The door was open, and as he was passing, he saw the same glowing white head and torso floating at the foot of his old bed. But he wasn't the only one who saw it.. he saw that his younger brother was sitting up in bed and was staring at it too. His brother asked him, "Do you see it too?" All my cousin could do was shake his head "yes."

My cousin refuses to say that he believes they saw a ghost but admits that he has no explanation for it. And he and his brother have never spoken about the matter.
2008-10-31 03:57:57 PM  
I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...
2008-10-31 03:59:29 PM  
It was Halloween night back in the early 80's we were young teenagers then. Me and my best friend were out causing havoc and smashing pumpkins as usual when we decided to take a shortcut through the cemetery over by the highway. It was a modern Indiana cemetery with half the cemetery having the flat metal variety of headstones and the older side with your more traditional headstones and crypts. You could see across it fairly well because the cornfield behind it had already been harvested. There was a fairly bright moon that evening and traffic on the highway was very light. So there we were, crossing into the older part of the cemetery when we saw a man several yards off to our left behind a large headstone. Just a dark image, no hat, no features, just a dark figure, average size. We believed this must be a night watchman meant to keep us kids out of there on Halloween so we began to run....and he began to run, after us. We ran faster, he ran faster, he never said a word. We then started to get nervous about the whole ordeal and sped up to super kid, candy charged, light speed and shot across the highway. Still with him in pursuit of us we weaved our way through a row of houses that lined the other side of the highway. after about 2 miles of top speed running we hid behind some bushes for awhile. After some time we snuck back behind the same houses to get home avoiding the cemetery and did not see the man again.
Jump ahead 6 years. Me and my friend met for lunch one day, we were working summer jobs after our 1st year of college. The incident had long since left our minds and my buddy was working for the same cemetery as a grounds keeper. During lunch he leans over and says " Hey you remember that dude that chased us through the cemetery that we thought was the watchman? Well they don't have a watchman and never did." I rep[lied " well, who the Fark was that then?!" He just shrugged. Good thing we always kept plan A to "RUN LIKE HELL, DON"T LOOK BACK!"

/We also got chased by a 4X4 through a field once after we threw a large pumpkin at it as it flew down the highway.
//we also used to string fishing line across the highway for laughs.
2008-10-31 04:00:10 PM  
Just left a bowl of candy out for the early round and as i was exiting my house a squirrel had a mini zagnut in it mouth. It stalled for just enough time for me to call it a fark-nut then run off. Be that another lesson The Great Outdoors taught me, wild animals love zagnuts.
2008-10-31 04:02:01 PM  
100% true story. Not really scary (it is to me), just creepy. I knew this girl, Sarah, in middle and high school who had moved out of town at the beginning of my sophomore year. We had been pretty good friends, and I kinda had a thing for her, but I had a girlfriend and never approached anything with her (Sarah), because, as far as I could tell, she wasn't romantically interested in me at all. "You're like a brother to me." She was quiet, shy, and a bit mousy looking. We were really close, and it really makes me sad to think that it didn't go anywhere. After she moved, we stayed in contact for a while but eventually just went our separate ways, as she now lived 8 hours away.

During my senior year of high school, on a particularly warm winter friday night, I had this really, really creepy nightmare. I was riding in a truck with Sarah. She was really pregnant, and crying. The next thing I knew, we were in a warehouse or a barn of some sort, with meat hooks hanging down. She was bawling, telling me how much she loved me, how she was scared and didn't want to go, how she was so scared, and wanted me to hold her, that if I held her, she could stay, and everything would be alright. Her pregnant stomach was split open and bleeding, there was blood everywhere. I woke up, went into my kitchen and got this really, really sick feeling in my stomach. It just felt like something wasn't right. It was about 2AM, and it was a bit chilly in the kitchen. I felt like I was being watched and figured I just had goosebumps, which I attributed to having just woken up from a creepy nightmare. I've never really been superstitious or easy to spook.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I went over to a friend's house (let's call her Erin) for lunch, one who had been particularly close to Sarah. This is something I did on a pretty regular basis, as her place was about 5 minutes away--she was one of the closest things I had to a neighbor (living out in the country), and was one of my best friends (not to mention I really wanted to bang the hell out of her). I hadn't told anybody about my dream. Not a soul. What she told me will haunt me for the rest of my life.

That morning, Sarah's sister called Erin. Sarah was dead. The night before, at around 1:30, Sarah fell asleep at the wheel and ran off the road in her truck, which was old, sturdy and had no airbags. She hit a huge steel support beam on the side of an auto garage right on the side of the road going about 65. The steering wheel split her stomach open, killing her and her unborn child. She was about 6 months pregnant. Her sister had been in the vehicle with her, and only had a few cuts and bruises.

She was crying, and I was too shocked to react. Erin told me how Sarah always had a thing for me. She had always loved the way I gave a hug more than anything (I give badass hugs), and had shared with her that I was her "first love," and always wanted for me to break up with my girlfriend to be with her, but thought I would be happier with my girlfriend and didn't want to get between us (we broke up during my junior year--it was a typical high school relationship), which was why she acted so romantically disinterested.

I was speechless.

My religious beliefs lie somewhere between agnosticism and atheism. Although I feel like we can't know what we can't know, I feel like I haven't really been given any reason to believe in a higher being.

Reminding myself about the accident and the dream not only makes me question my beliefs, but chills me to the bone. I still can't go into my kitchen at night without that feeling of being watched.
2008-10-31 04:02:22 PM  

aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...

*golf clap*
good one!
2008-10-31 04:03:41 PM  
I once said hello to my neighbour, then I found out that she had died in a car accident 15 years ago!
2008-10-31 04:05:51 PM  
Snarky_Chique:Wow you never would have made it growing up where I did. I grew up just north of Gallup on Highway 666.

People probably think you're kidding about that.

They actually renamed it to Highway 491 so that people won't freak out anymore. It's kind of stupid, though, because under all the Highway 491 signs, there's another sign that reads "Formerly Highway 666." Somehow that seems almost creepier.

My kids are now growing up just south of Gallup on Highway 602.

Do you still live in the area? If so, I've probably seen you at Wal-Mart.
2008-10-31 04:08:00 PM  

nosferatublue: If you haven't already, Google Kholat Syakhl. 9 skiers hiking in Ural wake up in the night and rip open their tents from the inside, run away from camp in their undies and bare feet into the freezing cold. They all die, some of hypothermia, some of internal injuries, cause unknown. True story.

That's pretty scary! No external wounds, but fatal internal wounds like crushed rib cages?
2008-10-31 04:08:05 PM  

One Girl Two Cups: aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...

*golf clap*
good one!

Thank ya. I dont really eat boogers.... just for the record...
2008-10-31 04:08:45 PM  

echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

2008-10-31 04:09:14 PM  
I was a TotalFarkette once. Scariest thing ever!
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