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2009-10-30 3:01:55 PM  
I was working on my doctoral dissertation here alone at the office late one night a few years ago. I'd been here for two hours and it was close to midnight. The office was locked shut and I could see my car alone in the parking lot, and the campus was completely deserted.

Now the office is in an old tin building that creaks loudly when the wind blows. It was a cold, windy night, and the roof was creaking louder than ever. The wind blew so hard that it felt as if the walls were shaking.

Suddenly I could hear a voice. It was very faint and at first I didn't realize it was there over the roof creaking, but when the wind stopped blowing, I could definitely hear it. After a while I stopped and looked around the rest of the office. Nobody was there. But I could hear that voice. It was low and deep and menacing, and I couldn't make out any of the words. I shouted out, "Who's there? Hello?" No answer. The voice kept going unabated, almost robotically single-minded.

I will admit there were some moments of panic.

Then the wind stopped for a longer time and I could start to make out words. Weird words. "Indent one half inch." "Return new paragraph." "Superscript three end superscript." Panic was replaced by confusion. Out of force of habit I opened up the task manager screen on my computer (as you do).

Somehow I had enabled the text-to-words program. Microsoft Word was reading my dissertation back to me.
2009-10-30 3:02:51 PM  
Years ago, just before I started high school, my mom and I moved to a new city. We didn't have much money, so we bought an old house in a neighborhood that was just starting to gentrify. It was a neat house, but we soon noticed at night that it would creak and moan in the wind. This was fine, except we soon noticed those same creaking noises even when there was no wind.

One day we were in the living room watching TV. We heard this scraping sound, and each thought it was something outside, like a neighbor dragging a trash can. It got louder though, and we both realized at the same instant that it was coming from our hall. I jumped up and flicked on the hall light, and there was nothing there, but all of a sudden a light cold breeze seemed to move through the room. I turned off the light and just as I was about to sit down, I heard it again.

Mom turned off the TV, and we could hear it. It was definitely a scraping sound, like something large being dragged down the wood floor, with soft muffled footsteps. It was definitely coming from the hall, and there was definitely nothing there. Needless to say my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suite case and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say is that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it. Yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
2009-10-30 3:03:44 PM  
I was visiting my relatives after my grandpa had had a bad fall. He was in hospice care and my grandmother and brother were staying at the hospital while my uncle, parents and I were staying at my grandparent's house.

Now, my grandpa was a very devout man - he read his big family bible every night before he went to bed. He also would read any visiting grandchildren stories before bed. Really just a wonderful human being.

Anyway, since the upstairs bedrooms were full I was sleeping on the couch in the side room. I usually sleep soundly through the night, but this was different. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the pages in my grandpa's bible flip over. 5 minutes later my dad came downstairs and said the hospital just called and grandpa had died a few minutes ago.
2009-10-30 3:03:46 PM  
My best friend's husband was murdered a few years ago - an innocent victim in a case of mistaken identity.

The night after he died I had to babysit for a friend in the city.

When the baby was asleep, I decided that in an effort to work through some grief, I began talking out loud, as though I were speaking to my dead friend. After a few moments, he started answering back. He asked where he was and what was happening, and I had to tell him that he had been killed. He went very quiet. Then he asked about his wife and daughter. It was so sad.

We spoke for a few more moments, and then he went quiet.He didn't answer me when I spoke. I looked out the window at the hospital across the street, and as I looked up, a shooting star streaked across the sky. I looked at it, smiled, and asked my friend if that was him. All I heard was giggling. That was the last I heard from him.

Turns out, the hospital behind the house where I was babysitting was where the morgue was, and where my murdered friend's body was laying.
2009-10-30 3:03:47 PM  
greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.
2009-10-30 3:04:34 PM  
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.

"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

"No, Daddy."

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room.

"Why not sweetie?"

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

2009-10-30 3:05:42 PM  
by the time I was six until I was around sixteen I lived in a house that was in a rural part of my hometown. When I was a kid and probably because I was so young I used to have a game that I would do in order to make myself feel comfortable enough to sleep.

I would imagine a bubble of positive energy that would surround my bed and then I would move my mind around my house and push the bubble further out until it surrounded the house. For some reason though later after I moved and during living there any time a dream took place in the house I knew instantly it was going to be a nightmare. I'd always been a lucid dreamer so being in a place that you know bad things happen and being aware of that always made it worse.

Eventually I could tell myself it was a nightmare and turn whatever was chasing me into something silly, laught at it and then I would fly away or do whatever children do in their dreams when they know they have the power to do what they want.

around age 19 I had a dream where I was in pitch black, but knew I was in my old bedroom. I always knew that the door was off and knew about where I was situated in the room. My first reaction was to turn on the lights and confront whatever was intent on bothering me. I walked calmly as you can in a dream where you know something is out to get you to the light switch and tried to turn it on. Nothing happened, I began to panic slightly as I tried to wake myself out of the obvious nightmare I knew was coming. Normally I could do it if I concentrated on waking up enough... Nothing happened. Then something struck me on the side of the face knocking me over my old dresser.

Keep in mind this was a lucid dream and it hurt. Most of the time I never felt pain in my dreams, but this time I did. Every time I tried to move I was struck, every time I tried to strike back I was thrown.

This preceded unceasingly for about five minutes before (Religion notice: not to go too deeply into it I've always believed that if there is a satan or evil spirits they are here just to test us. If you're stupid enough to be corrupted then you deserve your fate) I realized that in my mind I was being attacked by something evil and I had control over whatever it is. Sort of a "the power of christ compels you!" moment. before anyone gets too preachy this felt real, I was there and was getting hurt for real. At least in my mind.

I backed myself against a wall, curled into a ball and proceeded to pray, invoke the lords name, what have you for another minute before I realized that that beating had stopped. Then finally I could wake myself up.

/Excuse me I need to go smoke a ciggarette, kind of shaky.
2009-10-30 3:05:57 PM  

steveurkel: Tom_Slick: I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.

i am pretty sure i have been to this place.

/grew up in south ga.

Have you heard about the Water Babies at the covered bridge in Cobb County?
2009-10-30 3:06:32 PM  
My uncle touched my wiener, the end.
2009-10-30 3:06:38 PM  
You've seen him before. He pops up before you when you least expect him. A window opens and there he is. Writhing. Taunting you. "We are no strangers", he moans. You both know the rules of the game, and he's playing for keeps. What he has for you, you will not get from anybody else. If you don't understand that now, you will soon. He will not give you up. He will not let you down. He will not run around and desert you. He will not make you cry. He will not say goodbye. He will not tell a lie and hurt you. Quick! You shut the wndow. He's gone right? You will see him again.
2009-10-30 3:06:54 PM  
Not a ghost story... But it was THE MOST SCARED I'VE EVER BEEN!!!

After standing watch all night (12 hrs) in the cold at FOB Walid on the Syrian border of Iraq, I was looking forward to hitting the rack. On my way, my Sgt stops me and tells me I have to drive in a convoy to Camp KV (2 hr drive). This was my first convoy after being in country 3 or 4 months.

Turns out the mission was to escort three empty fuel tankers to get refilled and escort them back. We mount up and I'm the rear vehicle (HMMWV's) right behind the last fuel truck.

About an hour and a half later we are about to cross under an overpass when we see two Iraqi's digging very quickly on the opposite side of the road about a half mile out. One of them spots us alerts his buddy and they haul ass away in their truck.

Crud... We have to drive back on that side later...

So on the way back, we stop a good distance away and the LTC in charge gets out looks at it through his scope and calls EOD. ETA for EOD was way too long for this guy. So it comes down to pucker up and charge past it.

Mind you at this point there are three huge trucks full of fuel in front of me.

We go through...

1st vehicle okay.
Here it coooooomes!!

Nothing... Never been so happy in my life. I just knew I was gonna get it that day.

Semper Fi
2009-10-30 3:07:01 PM  
I remember a line from a very lame scary story from an episode of "Brotherly Love" titled "The Great Indoors", a two season show that lasted in the mid-1990s on NBC and The WB.

"We don't deliver pizza after ten o'clock."
2009-10-30 3:07:17 PM  
Oh, since I'm here...

The mother of a friend had recently passed away, and I flew down to Florida to attend the funeral, and hang out with him as emotional support.

He invited me to stay at her house, where he'd been staying since the news, and I agreed. What I didn't realize was that he'd set me up to spend the night in her former room (though she hadn't actually died in it, I was still a bit creeped out by the idea).

Okay fine, I got over it - and that evening went off to bed trying not to think about how creepy it was to sleep in a dead woman's bedroom. The moment I turned off the light, I saw distinctly across from the bed an outline of a figure, standing not five feet in front of me. I'm reasonably confident that my heart stopped.

I just stood there, waiting for it to...I don't know what. To move, to say something, to Go Away.

Finally, I reached back over and turned the light on. Across from me stood a figure all right - it was me, reflected in the mirrored closet door, and the light inside the closet had been left on by my friend while cleaning the room - which provided just enough illumination to see my own outline in the dark, in a very creepy backlit sort of way.

/farker set me up. Jerk.
2009-10-30 3:08:36 PM  

jadeblue: greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.

2009-10-30 3:08:43 PM  
When I was about 10 I was home alone doing my home work at the kitchen table. We lived in a old farmhouse in upstate NY.
I remember hearing footsteps on the stairs slowly coming down and I stood up to and started to walk to the stairs. As I started to come around the corner I saw a young woman in a dress staring straight ahead. When I saw her face she grabbed her hair with both hands and screamed a scream I will never forget. I don't even remember what happened after that. I apparently ran all the way down the driveway and into the people's house across the street who we didn't even know. I remember the look on their face as they where sitting down to dinner and I just ran in the front door.

My father was very angry at me as it was embarrassing for him.
I asked my father later on in life if someone had died in the house. He said the previous owners built the house and were still alive at the time living in a old folks home.

Using a genealogy web site I just recently found that they had a daughter who died in NJ at age 22 when I was 10. She was buried in a graveyard a couple miles from our house.

I don't know if it was real and it was her but it was real too me and scared to fark out of me.
2009-10-30 3:09:54 PM  
I have a couple, but all from the same place.

I went to an old New Hampshire prep school (est. 1813) to play hockey. The buildings for academics date to the beginning of the school, but many of the houses around the campus, and the few converted to dorms, were pre-revolutionary period homes. There was only one house on campus the school didn't own, and a very elderly lady lived there. It was subsequently one of the oldest houses in area as well.

She didn't like the school all that much, so in the event of her death, she would leave the house to her only son. Over Christmas break, there was a week where the average high was -20f. The heating in the house failed and she ended up freezing to death. Her son got the house per the will, but since he was in some financial trouble, sold the house to the school. It was subseqently renovated and turned into an admissions house.

A few months after they opened the house up in the spring, the head of alumni relations' two kids were playing upstairs in the house (Ages 3 and 5)during a small gathering in the living room. The kids come wandering down the stairs laughing, and their dad asks them what they were doing...they respond they were playing with the lady upstairs. Dad goes upstairs, nobody there...

About a month after this incident, me and a friend of mine are walking on a path in between that same house and a dorm. The upstairs windows were aligned perfectly on both sides of the house, so you could see straight through it. It was dark, windy, and a little misty because a thunderstorm was coming. We could see a figure looking out the window on the opposite side of the house, but figured it was the custodial staff. We heard a noise and looked up the hill for it, but I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and when we looked back at the house there was a figure in the window with white hair starring at us. I ran as fast as I could to get into the nearest building away from that house. Later, we went to the library archives to find pictures of that house since it was now school property. When we saw a picture of that old lady, my blood ran cold, as it was the same figure we'd seen in the window. I had never known what the lady in that house looked like until that night, I still shiver thinking about the moment we saw her in the window.
2009-10-30 3:11:39 PM  
2009-10-30 3:11:46 PM  
A few months ago I had this premonition that my friends and I were going to all be sitting in a movie theater watching "Final Destination 3" and it would suck really bad, and we'd all be out $8.50 each and have lost 90 minutes of our lives we'd never get back, so I warned them all not to go and we did something else fun that evening instead of going to the movies.

But then, the next day Bill's wife dragged him to see "The Time Traveler's Wife," and another friend got forced to watch some Michael Bay movie, and then Jimmy said his girlfriend had rented "The English Patient" and made him sit through it. The whole thing, and it was like the director's cut too. It was as though the Crappy Movie Reaper was visiting each of us in turn, hunting us down for missing "Final Destination." I tried to play it safe and avoided TV and movie theaters, and thought I was going to get away without being subjected to bad movies, but when I went to check the mail, Netflix had made some sort of mistake and had sent me "Gigli."

2009-10-30 3:13:51 PM  
One of these days I'll get around to writing this out at length, but here's my story, liberally edited for brevity's sake:

The only experience I have ever had which defied ALL logical explanation was with a Ouija board.

One of my friends claimed his parents' house was haunted, so we got a Ouija board and, along with another friend, put it to the test. My two friends worked the board while I transcribed (one of my friends still has the notes I took, I believe).

As long as the friend whose parents owned the house was working the board, it spit shiat out as quickly as I could write it down. All the typical stuff - lost spirits, demons, etc. When I tried it in his place, we got some stuff out of it, but much slower and with much worse spelling. We asked the board why this was, and it said my friend was a "good medium." I subsequently resumed my role as observer and transcriber.

Being the skeptic that I am, I blindfolded both of my friends. It made no difference - our conversation with the "other side" continued clear as day. At some point, and I can't remember exactly how we figured this out, it became apparent that the spirit we were communicating with (a threatening, malevolent demon that went by the name "Hathanium") could read our thoughts. I decided to put it to the test. With both my friends still blindfolded and working the board, I declared aloud that I was thinking of a certain 5-letter word. I concentrated on the first image to pop in my head which was, oddly enough, an elephant. Elephant is, of course, an 8-letter word. I immediately made the decision to keep this image in mind, as it would pose an added layer of difficulty to any potential trick my friend might be pulling. I was smug at the clever test I had devised on the spur of the moment.

Within seconds, the board spelled out the word ELEPHANT, smoothly and without error. My jaw dropped. I told my friends what had happened. At that point we flipped out collective shiat and high-tailed it back to my place, where we spent the rest of that night.
2009-10-30 3:15:54 PM  
Where is the annual, "Post pictures of yourself dressed in your slutty ________ costume", thread? Cause that's the one I've been waiting for all day...
2009-10-30 3:16:41 PM  
True story.
Ed Gein used to do odd jobs for my father and mother when they were living in Plainsfield, Wisconsin. My father was a very busy civil engineer who couldn't be bothered to do household chores. Mom was an abusive trophy wife who never could do a damn thing by herself, so Dad went and got the cheapest handyman he could find to placate her: Ed.
Dad used to pick Ed up on the highway outside his farm because he couldn't drive up the unplowed driveway to Ed's farmhouse. One time, while Dad was waiting for the little creep to stumble out of his farmhouse, he saw what he thought was a haunch of deer hanging in the open barn door. When Ed finally got to the car, Dad boxed his ears and read him the riot act for hunting out of season.
Towards the end of Ed's little reign of terror, Mom was all alone and pregnant with me while Dad was in Texas drilling an oil well. Dad called up a neighbor to go and pick up Ed and ask him watch over Mom because there wasn't anybody else he could get on such short notice. When the neighbor got to Ed's place, it looked like to him that every cop in the state was there and then he saw Ed being led away to a waiting paddy wagon in shackles.
It should not come as no surprise that Mom carried me for an extra month.
2009-10-30 3:18:08 PM  
Very short....

Being 600 ft away in the middle of the street when the first tower collapsed.
2009-10-30 3:18:45 PM  
Alright fark I got a story for you.

When I was about 12 I was sent on a camping trip (very much against my will) at a summer camp because my parents thought I was spending too much damn time on the computer. Admittedly, they were probably right. In any case, it was a YMCA Camp in california and there was an overnight hike from the main campgrounds all the way out to the beach. It happened to be in early august and coincided with the early August meteor shower so I thought it actually might be kind of cool. Well in trekking up to the sleeping area (about 1000 miles I think all uphill) I got seperated from the group for a couple of hours. I had no idea where I was, or where I was supposed to go. The paths diverged and twisted all over the northern california hiking trails and I became COMPLETELY lost. Somehow, by dumb luck, I ran into my group again while they were taking a break. Another couple of hours and we made it all the way out to the sleeping area, where we set up camp and laid out sleeping bags. I was beat, but I was still terrified about getting lost in the woods. I was sore, and I was laying on the ground and I just could not fall asleep, so I just stared into the sky and got a glimpse of a few meteors streaking overhead, which I thought was pretty neat. Then I saw something that I still cannot explain: A meteor made a sharp 90 degree turn. I saw one little UFO and my mama got scared and said "you're movin with your auntie and your uncle in bel air" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel air! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and yelled to the cabbie "yo homes, smell you later!" Looking at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
2009-10-30 3:19:42 PM  
I used to do a lot of mountain biking when I was in high school. In order to get to the trails I had to go though a large grave yard.
One such time I was headed out to the trails and happened to look up about 30 feet away from me to my right, standing in front of a marker was a woman with a long flowing jade green dress I looked at her for a few seconds, but then my bike gears starting acting up on my bike I looked down to see what they were doing and when I looked back up a couple of seconds later she was nowhere in site. I stopped my bike and looked around there were no cars, the nearest tree line was a good 200 feet away and there were no markers large enough for someone to hide behind, she was just gone...
2009-10-30 3:20:45 PM  
This story didn't happen to me but one of my college professors told it several times and he tells it better, but I'll try!

So my professor was traveling with his family and stayed at the Gadsen Hotel in Douglas, AZ. It's supposed to be haunted and really old, etc. He and his wife were asleep in bed when he woke up to a strange presence in the room. He says he could detect that it was hostile and he felt uneasy. At one point, he couldn't even move at all from the bed, it had him in a stranglehold. Once he felt that he could move, he got up, walked around the room and finally got back into bed. This happened a couple more times throughout the night, the last time being when he felt that the presence wanted to kill him. Like really kill him. He couldn't move at all. When it went away, he got up out of bed and sat in one of the chairs in the room until morning. It gets better.

On that same trip, his family went on excursions, one to an old graveyard to look at old gravestones. I believe his mother found a stone and called them all over. She said "Look!" and there it was. A freshly dug grave, no one in sight, and his exact name carved into the stone. He still tells the story. And even better, he told this on a trip when we went to Douglas, AZ. One of the students didn't continue on the trip, so she flew home the next day. The only place for her to stay in town before she flew back home was in that exact hotel. He told us not to tell her that this was the hotel from the story. Apparently, she had forgotten.
2009-10-30 3:20:52 PM  

Kyndig: Ask, and ye shall recieve.

Original post by Quexy:

Psychosis or ghost story, I don't know.

When I was little, probably about four or five years old, I had an imaginary "friend" (I think.) It was yellow and about four feet tall (taller than me at the time), bipedal, and had oversized eyes that always looked straight ahead otherwise, relatively human and naked. I called the thing "Fishy..."

My God... it was a Shmoo!
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Hot like Ellen Muth in a School Girl outfit!
2009-10-30 3:21:08 PM  
A co-worker had posted yet another picture of her precious little snowflake in a mass email labeled as "urgent" . Deciding to show her how annoying these emails were, i logged onto the internet to rick roll my boss. I put together a tasty little virus that would force the video of rick into her web browser's homepage without allowing it to be changed back (being friends with the intranet admin. for the company helps). All i needed was to link the video. I went to pull up the Boobiesed rick roll I could find. Instead of finding the Rick Roll i for, i discovered that all of the copies of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' (along with every other video had been removed from the internet. I searched for hours on the internet using every search engine i could think of but it was no use. They were all gone. All except for one . . . how do you not have videos on the internet?
2009-10-30 3:21:17 PM  
Not a ghost story but it kinda freaks me out.
Apparently i was about 2 1/2 when i ran into my parents room and said " Theres a man at my window! theres a man at my window". My parents sent me back to bed, I came back saying the same thing two more times , this convinced one of my parents to get up an check and sure enougth as they turned on the lights they saw a man turn and run away from my window. They called the cops and found tracks in the snow outside my window.

This is true and a reason why i have not slept on ground floor bedroom the rest of my life
2009-10-30 3:21:33 PM  

blogma: Eventually, (after several sightings of the pilot and co-pilot from flight 401 appearing on the newer plane - both appeared inside the infrared oven)the Foster infrared oven was pulled off the plane when three flight attendants saw the ghostly pilot in the oven while they were trying to serve a meal to passengers.

Are you sure they just hadn't seen the pilot light?
2009-10-30 3:21:48 PM  
Years ago - This would have been the winter of early 1999, so it's been a while - years ago, I knew a boy. Now, he was a complete loser freak, but this isn't about him, really. He would stay long hours and we'd get up to stupid shiat.

One night, it was an ouija board. Now, I was big on the juju at the time, and thought I'd done it right. There were protective stones and all that jazz, two of us operating the board in a clear state of mind. No drugs, no alcohol. Just bored late-teeners/early twenties. Big, bright kitchen with a wide front window and a clear, lit view all the way down the hallway. These are important details.

It was a cold winter night, very clear, very crisp. No wind, no clouds in the sky, and it would have been about 1 to 2 am. What we got out of the board is mostly lost to me in the details. It wasn't much, I recall that, no real Captain Howdy moments, nothing particularly creepy, just a very surreal conversation about random things. But it didn't feel right, and after a little while of this, we put everything away in its boxes. Definitely didn't feel right.

I remember sitting there, both of us in silence. And we looked at each other, like, 'WTF... what's... what's this?' Never said a word, just that look. And we got up from the kitchen chairs and looked out the big kitchen window.

Every light we could see was out. No street lights. No porchlights. The stars were gone. It was just dark, like the world had gone dead out there. That was weird enough, and we stood there and just looked. But... we didn't feel alone, either.

Again, without a word, we turned around to where we could see down that hallway I mentioned. The clear, well-lit one?

There was something like a shadow in it. A black mass that blocked the view of the back of the hall. It lingered, I don't know how long. Just sort of there, skulking. We both watched it eventually dissipate and then totally vanish.

When we looked outside again, all the lights were back on.

He and I never talked about it again. But in the years after that, the neighborhood went downhill fast. We had arson next door, a kid suicided in the woods not a hundred yards from my house, it got really trashy.

And then, in winter of 2001, something 'attacked' the guy I ended up marrying as he was driving me home, just as we turned the corner of my little street. He slept with the lights on for a week afterward. I told him the story above afterward, not before.

We're five hours away from where all this happened now. I'm very much 'I want to believe' about the paranormal in general, with skepticism, but this event? I farking believe.
2009-10-30 3:21:48 PM  
A couple of years ago, a former friend of mine and me went to a local historic cemetery after dark to do some of our own ghost hunting. She took photos and I held the digital voice recorder in the hopes that we would be able to get something.
We walked along the paths and she snapped photos and I would just talk here and there to see if anyone would talk to us.
Hey, we watch the shows on SyFy... we know what's up.

As we continued on I told my friend that I had the feeling that there was someone else around us and that it felt like it was female. I started to talk to "her" and my friend would snap photos. I told her the general direction of the feeling - over by a gravestone - and she took photos of the gravestone. I talked and we walked closer to the stone so she would take pictures.
As we were walking, I said: "It's just weird because she seems to really be hanging around us"
We got a bit skeeved and started to walk away when I said: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?"
We then walked a few more feet, still feeling the presence of this lady.
Once we got a little further than that, the feeling went away and then we decided to call it a night.
We both go to our respective apartments.
I upload the sound
She uploads the photos.

After a while of going through our own bits of information from the evening, we emailed each other at nearly the same time with: "Holy shiat!" in the subject line.
She had a photo of a very distinct orb. Not a translucent one that could easily be dust but one that was a ball of light that emitted it's own shadow on the gravestone we were both getting the feeling around.
Me? I had an mp3 that - right after I ask: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?" you can hear - clearly - "I like you"

The gravestone we were both drawn to had the name "Mary" on it
2009-10-30 3:25:47 PM  

Byn: jadeblue: greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.


I still hear the sound. Makes me all shivery.
2009-10-30 3:27:07 PM  
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2009-10-30 3:28:07 PM  
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]

I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.
2009-10-30 3:28:16 PM  

Zanysportslady: Me? I had an mp3 that - right after I ask: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?" you can hear - clearly - "I like you"

The gravestone we were both drawn to had the name "Mary" on it

She must have been Proud.
2009-10-30 3:29:19 PM  
Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.
2009-10-30 3:29:49 PM  
Biological Ali
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]

I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.

Nice! I loved that book too, but actually thought it was scary...though, in my defense I was 8 at the time.
2009-10-30 3:30:22 PM  

urger: And now for the weird part. Back in April I was alone in the building sanding drywall my brother had tapped and plastered

If my brother tapped a wall the night before I would hope he was plastered. I would also not be sanding it off. He made the mess he can clean it up. Now had he taped and plastered the wall that would be a different story. I'd be okay sanding that.
2009-10-30 3:30:40 PM  

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2009-10-30 3:31:53 PM  

I did that so fast that that looks like that happens to be a recording of the words...but there is an actual book.
2009-10-30 3:32:18 PM  
After my junior year of college I got an internship in Indianapolis for the summer. To split some of the costs I had a roommate in a studio apartment. We ate, slept, sat, etc in the one room space and both of our mattresses were on the floor.

A little about me. In college, I was 6'2, strong & athletic, studman69 etc etc. Scary movies usually don't effect me much unless it is one of those *LOUD NOISE AND FLASHING SCREEN RAAAH!* moments.. then I probably jump. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts and have only had this one experience.

One night while I was sleeping on my flat air mattress (thin carpet and concrete floor), I was tossing and turning to try and get comfortable. I got a glimpse of the red on my alarm clock and it was roughly 3am. Something else caught my eye as I was turning my head. It seemed like a black/grey cloud floating in the far corner in the ceiling. As i turned my head toward it.. expecting nothing to be there, it was still there and just hovering like a black fog .. just in the corner. The hair on the back of my neck instantly stood up and I froze ... this is not right. This 'fog' seemed to become aware that I was looking at it... the instant I froze, it began to grow/swirl...and it turned into a smokey skull and rushed toward my face like it was going to farking swallow me. At this point I literally yelled/screamed "NO!" and pulled the cover over my head fully expecting this thing to crash into me... nothing immediately hit. I spent the next what seemed like an eternity hiding under my cover with my eyes wide open and literally shaking with fear feeling the slightest pressures on the outside of the blanket... like it was trying to find an opening... making absolutely no noises.

It stopped after a while ... I didn't sleep ... and I only came out from under the cover when I heard my roommate up pouring his cereal. I asked him if he saw/heard anything the next morning. He didn't see anything or even hear me scream. I've never been more shaken up in my life and just thinking about it makes my hair stick on end all over again.
2009-10-30 3:32:26 PM  
Someone used to call our house and ask for my dad, a year after he got killed.

Not a ghost story, just some asshole.
2009-10-30 3:32:31 PM  

phedex: Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.

Link (new window)
2009-10-30 3:32:32 PM  
bookmarked for later reading
2009-10-30 3:32:34 PM  
the copper queen hotel in bisbee, az is said to be haunted. i stayed there a couple of years ago, on the third floor. in the morning i got in the elevator to go down to the first floor. on the way down, the elevator stopped at the second floor... and the door opened... and nobody was there. then the door closed and i thought i felt a chill. then the elevator continued down to the first floor.

i still get chills thinking about it.
2009-10-30 3:35:02 PM  
I got no scary stories, unless you want to hear about my wedding day.


All right then. Silver Shamrock time!

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2009-10-30 3:38:18 PM  

busy chillin': Biological Ali
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]

I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.

Nice! I loved that book too, but actually thought it was scary...though, in my defense I was 8 at the time.

Don't get me wrong, a lot of the stories were terrifying and scared the bejesus out of me (or I guess the bemuhammad in my case) - but this one story in particular (titled The Haunted House, if I recall correctly) I found more sad than scary.

/off to check if I can find it on the internets and relive some childhood memories
2009-10-30 3:39:54 PM  
My family has always slept through the night. But not that night. I wake up on a Saturday morning to an odd sight. My father and my sister sitting at the kitchen table just talking away about nothing, this and that. My sister was about 10 or so, I was 12. It was about 7am and I ask them what they were doing.

Apparently my sister woke up, straight out of a dead sleep and decided she needed some water (never happened before) she walked past the bathroom (the usual water stop) into the kitchen. There she found my dad, also waking up just a few minutes before out of a dead sleep and decided he needed some water as well. He also passed the bathroom (the usual water stop). They just started to sit down and talk.

I asked what they talked about.

They said they talked about our last summer vacation and how it was good to see both Grandparents and spent a lot of quality time with them. Especially my father's mother (Grandma Smith) and how they got a REALLY good picture of my Grandma Smith and my sister hugging and smiling. They said that they had just been out here shootin' the breeze since about 4am.

So when the phone rang at 8am to tell us that Grandma Smith had unexpectedly passed away, and later the time of death on her death certificate was 4am...

So when people ask why I believe? That is one of the reasons.

/Something in my eye... why did they turn the A/C down so low?
2009-10-30 3:41:18 PM  

boluke01: phedex: Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.

Link (new window)

I think I prefer the cover on the newer edition (which I ended up buying since I lost my childhood copy):

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/don't ever hotlink as the hearse goes by...
2009-10-30 3:41:56 PM  
My family moved to Florida when I was 7 years old. We only lived there for 2 years, but it was Hell. Always hot and humid, and we were too broke to have air conditioning. I have my worst nightmares when I am hot, so basically I had non-stop nightmares for 2 years.

The worst one I can remember was when I was 7, and it started with me waking up. My brother and I slept in bunk beds. I was on the bottom bunk, and I woke up because something dripped onto my face. I was confused, and I wiped at it. It was too dark to see anything but a dark smear on my fingers. Then another dark spot splatted onto my hand.

I heard some movement out in the hall, and looked toward the open bedroom door just in time to see some sort of white shape go past. I thought maybe it was my mom and I wanted to call out, but I was gripped by a sudden fear - a certainty of danger. I also finally realized that what was dripping down from my brother's bunk must be his blood.

I pulled myself up to peek over the edge of the top bunk, and my brother was splayed open - completely eviscerated. I was in total shock. I remember dropping to the floor, thinking that I must be dreaming. But it seemed so real. I wandered through our house, but each room was the same. My sister, and my other brother lay shredded in their blankets. My parents were both ripped apart, the black stain of their blood spreading across the carpet in the darkened room.

Panicked, I ran out of the house into the predawn suburban street. I wanted to scream, but I was afraid something bad would hear me, and I couldn't figure out where to go. I thought about going back inside our house to use the phone, but when I turned back toward the house I saw blood running out of the front door. It gushed down the walkway to the sidewalk and out onto the street. The sky was turning a pale gray. I looked down the street and saw blood starting to pour from every doorway. Everyone was dead.

Then, down at the end of the street, I saw a white figure come out of the last house. It was tall and stretchy, with glistening maggot-pale skin and a misshapen lump of a head. The only feature I could make out was a black hole for a mouth that gaped and twisted as it turned toward me. I remember the sound it made - a sort of scream like a cat or a child. It started running toward me, and that's when I woke.

I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a puddle.
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