2002 Fall Ghost stories
SumGayGai
Alright, not a long story, but true…
Around where I live there is an abandoned asylum for children. It’s all locked up tight now, but we found a way in. Armed to the teeth with flash lights, cameras, and digital tape recorders, we ventured into an area that from the looks of it was where they had school. The windows were high, there were chains on the floor by some rotting wood (we assumed were the desks). We agreed before hand that we wouldn’t fuck around (there were 4 of us) and try to scare each other. One of my friends tripped on a chain and grabbed at the teachers rotting desk, ripping a good portion off as he fell. All of us fell silent. No one moved for about 30 seconds, then I walked towards my friends (I was looking into the hallway). A sound of something crashing resounded through the halls and into the classroom while I was walking. The sound was so loud that I had to put my hands to my ears. One of my friends ran by me followed by the others to see what happened, I followed soon after. I dropped my flashlight when I put my hands over my ears so I had to follow the constant moving light of my friends. When I arrived, I almost slammed into a friend. There in the hall was an old refrigerator, still smoking, that fell through what looked like the teachers lounge wall. We left soon after that, freeked out.
When we arrived at my house, we checked the footage we got. Nothing of interested until we checked the audio recorder. After the crash, we heard a voice muttering unknown words for about 10 seconds, then a whistling sound…
We went back a few nights later, but the cops were there, aparantly the night before, the security guys that make the rounds every 3 hours (we timed them when we were scoping it) found a body crushed under a refrigerator… It was a mid 20’s male who they ID’ed as someone who was held at that hospital until it was shut down. We never found out where the body and the refrigerator was since they increased security after that and did not let press into the building. But I swear there was no body when we saw the fridge…
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When I was a kid, I used to wake up in the night seeing a figure to the right of my bed. I remember being so freaked out one that I ran full force at it into the wall and broke my nose. I got over it shortly and just waved to it when I saw it upon waking up. The thing never said anything, but when I was moving out of the house, the day before we officially were out of it, I saw it in the guest bedroom. It looked at me, waved sadly, and disappeared. I remember seeing something in that window looking out at us when we were driving away.
Suicide Pacmen
I don’t have time to type out the story at the moment, but my house has the image/ghost/whatever of my neighbor’s dead great-grandfather popping up.
I’ll try and get the story typed up tomorrow, but until then:
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Verloc
These came to me second hand, so I cannot vouch for the validity of them one way or the other:
Back when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, my uncle was something of a… free spirit. He changed wives and addresses on a regular basis, and pretty much lived life in the impulse zone. Anyway, he finally finds a wife-of-the-month-club selection he likes, and settles down with her in a shitty little rental house. (Somewhere in federal heights, close to the turnpike and about 80th avenue, best I can recall. Cologoons should know what I’m talking about….)
Anyway, a few weeks after they take posession, weird shit starts going down. Apparently there was something very wrong with the house, like, Poltergeist style wrong. I’ve gotten yarns from my parents about some incredibly strange shit that happened at that place in the month they lived there. Apparenly closet doors had a nasty habit of slamming shut and getting stuck for no apparent reason, espescially when someone was in the closet. He also had to keep the wall cabinet for his dartboard shut and locked, as apparently something liked to open the cabinet at night, and hurl darts willy nilly about the basement. He says he found darts embedded in the walls and ceiling down there, despite the doors and windows being closed and locked. The kicker came about a week before they moved out. Old unc had stayed up late saturday, sipping at grandpappy’s cough medicine. He stumbles off to bed, and proceeds to fall into a drunken slumber. He gets woken up by a thump, and sees what he descirbes as “what I took to be a crackhead prowler”, or simply a dark shape with nasty red eyes staring at him from the doorway. He flicks on the lamp, and the shape promptly melts away.
Iridium
My dad’s brother Jim died. Jim had been staying with my grandparents on and off for various reasons, and after he died, dad volunteered to help them box up his stuff. So dad was in the guest room Jim had used, and he was putting something or another into a box. He tells me he had a very sudden strong sense of Jim’s presence, and turned around to look out the door into the hallway.
There in the hall was Jim, looking at him. Jim turned the corner and moved on. Dad went to look… nobody was there. The house was otherwise empty.
An interesting not-ghost-related-but-paranormal-and-worth-telling bit, one of my dad’s other brothers was mentally handicapped. When I was a wee lad, this other brother, Rich, was going to get a cavity filled. He didn’t really understand what was going on and was a bit freaked out. My grandpa took him in the evening to the dentist. My dad, who’d always been close to Rich, was at the same time in a class at night school.
So in the midst of class, things were going well, when suddenly dad felt an intense pain in his tooth and felt like he’d hit a brick wall, fell out of his chair. He sat back down but his face felt numb. After a little while, he was fine. Can you guess the rest of it? That’s right, kids, this happened at roughly the same time as Rich’s procedure began. Neat, huh?
Geiiga
I’m from Topeka, Kansas. This is quite possibly the most boring town with more than a hundred thousand people that exists anywhere. Twenty miles away is Lawrence, home of the University of Kansas. Quite a nice town to be in. The quickest way to get from Topeka to Lawrence is the turnpike, but if you’re a cheap bastard, you take the rural highways. There are two of these. If you get on 45th street headed east out of Topeka, you’ll eventually run into Stull, KS. This village is the most frightening place I’ve ever driven through, including Bob Jones University.
Stull consists almost entirely of a couple houses and a cemetary. The old church in this cemetary is in ruins; no door, no roof. According to local legend, it’s also the home of one of the seven entrances to hell.
Apart from this, there are several mini-legends about the church. If you make a cross out of two glass bottles and hurl them at the wall, they will not break. Rain will not fall inside the church, despite the absence of a roof. And, not so much a legend as a fact, if you so much as drive past this cemetary, the locals will follow you, and, perhaps, shoot at you.
This story takes place almost eighteen years ago, in the fall of 1984. My brother was a senior in high school at the time, and a couple of his friends decided they were going to check out the cemetary one night. They invited Todd, and he declined the invitation, as he had to tend bar that night. Yes, my brother started bartending at age 17. Yes, his boss did give him a fake ID.
They told him the story during an art class the next day, as they were doing self-portraits. One of the girls who went attempted the bottle trick. Apparently she didn’t do it right, as the bottles broke as they collided with the side of the building. The rest of the scouting party did it correctly, and the bottles remained intact. Katy, the girl whose bottles broke, had seemed distracted all day, but was now oddly entranced by her work. In my brothers words, “She seemed insanely focused and a million miles away at the same time.”
When the class eventually ended, she put her sketchbook down, and everyone stared at it. The following image is (obviously) not the original, it’s one I made in five minutes with MS Paint, but it gets the point across nicely: (lost due to age)
Katy was dead in a car accident within a week.
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1. I don’t recall how old I was at the time, but I know I was very young, and unsteady on my feet. We had a neighborhood cat my dad named Ralph, a feral tabby who was, probably rightfully so, scared to death of little toddler Geiiga. Anyway, one day I saw him in the back yard, and decided I wanted to pet him. Toddler logic kicks in, I take off running after the cat. Cat heads for the stairs up to the deck, and I follow suit. Gate at the top of the stairs is closed, cat jumps through, I fall back downstairs. All the way down a fifteen-foot flight. I hit my head on the concrete.
The next thing I remember is arguing with my brother. I insisted that my father picked me up and let me know everything was going to be alright. However, my dad was an air force lieutenant colonel at the time, and he was quite definitely at work.
2. That blue outlined silhouette the guy mentioned way back in the thread. I’ve seen one too. I was probably six or seven at the time, and I had a nightmare, so I decided to sleep in my parents’ bed. The light in the hallway was on, but all I saw was the black with blue outline. I felt comforted.
Fuse
When I was five, I remember walking around my uncle’s old house, and hearing this voice calling to me from one of the bedrooms. I went in, and followed the voice behind the bed, and saw a small china doll standing behind it.It said Hi to me, and asked how I was doing, and started asking questions about me. then it told me to listen closely, and started in on this barrage of…instructions or something, going on for probably a half-hour. For some reason I wasn’t freaked the fuck out by this little doll standing there and warning/telling me things – I just stood there and nodded my head, feeling like a litle kid does when an adult is telling him something that he knows must be important, but that he doesn’t have a clue as to its meaning. Eventually, my mother called me to go home, so the china doll waved, told me goodbye, and I left. I told my mother about it and she said I must have fallen asleep on that bed and dreamed it, or it was one of my cousins playing a trick on me, but I saw the doll move and speak. I remember the scene like it was yesterday, but I can’t for the life of me remember a single thing that the doll told me.
A shadow-figure used to watch over me in the house where I grew up, standing between my bed and the door leading to the kitchen. It would only appear for one week, every year, in August, between 1984 (or at least that’s when I first noticed it) and 1991. It never moved, spoke, or anything, just stood there still as a stone, every night, for the week that it would appear. It appeared its last time in 1991, the year I graduated from High school. All other sorts of weird things used to happen in that house (but on too small a scale to be mentioned here), which was on top of a wide hill and – if I divined correctly – at the nexus of at least ten intersecting ley lines.
Me and my cousin, starting around…1989, I think, began seeing this black cat in our peripheral vision occasionally, and when we’d turn to get a better look it would run behind something, fast as lightning. My cousin actually caught it watching him one day and said its eyes were bright red. It stalked us for three years, appearing about once a month or so, then stopped until 1996, when we both – living in different areas and not in communication with each other – started seeing it again. My cousin stopped seeing it after a few months, but it kept following me for years, appearing as the cat, then a hawk, sometimes a small round shadow, and eventually settling into one form – the silhouette of a man wearing a hat. This fucker stalked my peripheral vision, usually appearing many times a day, one day out of the month, then started showing hmself just once a day, once every few months, and around 1999 he stopped showing up at all. I am glad this happened.
And lastly…
In the summer of 2000 a friend and I were desperately looking for work, and took a job helping this guy tear the rotten drywall and boards out of thsi old, old, house in the middle of town. As soon as I entered this place I got my “feeling”. I knew something was up. But I need to get to work, so I ignored it. So after a couple of hours working downstairs, I climb upstairs to toss some scrap wood down to my friend to load on the trailer. After awhile it got hot and we decided to take a break, so I started toward the stairs to go down and grab a bottle of water. AS I reach the stairs and start to turn, I happen to glance at the window opposite on the wall and standing in front of me is this short, cute redhead, maybe between thirteen and sixteen, just happily smiling up at me. I do a doubletake and she’s gone, and I think to myself, “Oh crap.” Working downstairs again after the break, I’m pulling out drywall, and I keep sensing my friend walking up from behind me, and when I turn around to see what he wants, no one’s there. After the fifth time this happened, I stopped working, and said to the room, “Alright chica, I don’t got time to play around, I have work to do. Go away.” She left me alone after that.
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This house had only one owner before my family bought it, an old wealthy farmer/rancher who’d apparently built the house just to stay in during the summer and watch over his farm. It was on top of a large, wide, lightly-sloped hill. This location was chosen because the guy was smart and didn’t want his place to ever be flooded when it rained. Once, on a whim, I made a pair of divining rods out of coathangers – something I’d read in a book – and discovered that the house is built at the nexus of around ten or so ley lines.
For the first fourteen years of my life I had some odd affectations. The chief of which was that I could not be in a room with a television and that TV not be turned on. I HAD to have it on, or I’d be very edgy. When my dad finally bought me a TV for my room, I’d still turn it on at night and turn the volume down. Also, I absolutely could not get to sleep if there was a door open to my bedroom. Every door had to be closed, and every window curtain drawn. Often I’d wake up in the morning reversed in my bed (my head at the foot of the bed and feet at headboard), or sideways, or sometimes I’d even wake up on the floor, across the room occasionally. My mother would come in to wake me up and freak because I’m huddled up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, and I’d have no idea how I got there. I had no history of sleepwalking.
When I was a kid living in that house, between seven and fifteen, I’d occasionally be sitting there in my room reading, or thinking, and I’d unknowingly…space out…for a few minutes, and hear a roomful ov voices. When I’d become aware of them and try to focus, they’d go away and I’d be left with silence.
When we first moved there me and my little sister shared the same room, sleeping in bunk beds. Both of us were, for some unexplained reason, absolutely terrified of the top bunk. So one night we’re fighting over who has to take the top bunk, just like every night, and my mother finally gets sick of it and says I have to because I’m the older one. So I’m lying there, shivering with fear (no idea why), when this tiny little voice from right beside the window next to my ear says “Now don’t be scared…”. I hit the floor running and burst through the door to the living room where my mother was sitting reading the Bible. She told me I’d dreamed it. I KNEW that I hadn’t. One, when my sister Tina had to take the top bunk, she told me she heard the same voice singing “Teeny…weeny…teeny…weeny…” to her. “Teeny Weeny” was a nickname I called her, but it wasn’t me that said it that night.
When I was teenager, a poltergeist used to move things around my room. The most notable was an old hot wheels car I’d kept as a sentiment from childhood that disappeared from the top of my computer one day. I searched for it for weeks, and eventually gave up, until I finally happened upon it sitting on top of my dartboard on the wall (the dartboard was mounted in a wooden case). I put it back on my computer, and when I woke up the next morning it was gone again. On a hunch I looked on top of the dartboard and there it was again, so again I moved it back to the computer. This little game repeated every day for a week, until I finally said “OK! You win!” and left it there. I awoke the next morning to find it poised on top of my computer in its original position, and busted up laughing. After that, it would occasionally disappear again and pop up in different places in the house. Paranormal hide-and-seek.
One night my mother yells at me to come into the living room, and when I get there she’s white as a sheet and looking out the window, beckoning for me to look. Across the Southern field – which is small, maybe 1/4 mile – hovering just above the trees, is a large glowing orb, probably twenty feet across or more. It bounced slowly above the treetops, occasionally dipping down into the trees, before finally disappearing below the treeline. We asked around, but no one else who lived nearby had seen it, and we never found out what it was.
Oddly enough, we always had a pet dog or cat around the whole time we lived there, but none of them ever did anything weird.
We moved into the place in 1979, and my father sold it to my uncle to move into town in March of 1999. Three months later, in June, the house got hit by a lightning bolt and burned to the ground. Luckily no one was in the house at the time. All the years we’d lived there we had never had any problems with lightning hitting anywhere near the house, and to top things off there was this big freakin’ tree standing 20 feet from the house in the front yard that the lightning bypassed to hit the house. Two weeks later, I finally paid a visit to the ruins of the place and was standing in the charred remains of my old bedroom, and my aunt walks in and starts telling me how she was standing in that very room one week prior to the strike, during another storm, and all of a sudden this bolt of lightning came through the window, passed through the room right in front of her, and hit the opposite wall. She was flustered by the event, and tried to catch her breath, when ten seconds later it happens AGAIN, this time startling her so much that she fell down, scrambled back to her feet, and ran out the front door of the house and couldn’t muster up the courage to come in again until the storm was over three hours later. The whole time she told me this story she kept looking at me funny, as if she was waiting for me to “slip up” and admit to something. I come from a strong Baptist family, I’m the black sheep of said family, and it’s oh, such a big scandal that I study things like Taoism, Bhuddism, and the occult. I believe she honestly thinks I had something to so with the house burning, like I called demons down on it or something.
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What scares me more is mirrors. I fucking hate mirrors, the bigger they are the more I hate them. Just for the fear that I’ll be looking at my own reflection and, just for one moment, it’ll wink back at me.
But seriously, there’s a lot to be said for self-hypnosis. Or sort-of self-hypnosis. No Fear. Yeah, it was a stupid little phrase that was much overused in the early 90’s, but I trained myself to say it and let all fear leave my mind. I could face down Cthulu himself armed with that little weapon. You just have to associate it with the knowledge that no matter what may or may not stand before you waiting to haunt/possess/kill you, letting fear rule your mind will do nothing but make you and easier target. No fear. Fuck a buncha ghost.
Last month I started collecting local weirdness stories from my small town in East Texas. This place has a rich, spooky history.
First is Josephine Dukes, the local witch. And yes, she is actually a practicing witch, who donates occult books to the local library. She’s gone through at least half-a-dozen husbands, all who are rumored to be at the bottom of Hills Lake, sans head.
Speaking of Hills Lake, that little piece of hell could fill an entire book with the stories. The place is dark and creepy, even during the day. The trees are twisted, like out of a bad horror movie. Most people who’ve gone to Hills Lake at night have sworn that they would never return, even in the daytime. I’ve heard stories of odd screams heard that were almost, but not quite, entirely unlike human. Also of strange noises that sounded half-machine and half-animal. Hills Lake was one of the many popular hanging spots for black folks in this area back in the ealier part of the 20th century. And I don’t mean hanging out with da boys.
Back in ’93, I did a six-month stint at the local EZ-Mart convenience store, pulling the graveyard shift. One night, I’m doing paperwork a thte counter and I hear the bell ring as the front door opens. I was too tied up in my paperwork, so I didn’t look up immediately, but I saw a little black kid walk up to the counter in my peripheral vision, and stop in front of me. I lok up finally, and no one’s there. I chalked it up to midnight madness. Well, a couple months ago I’m talking to one of the clerks working there now, and during the conversation I joke that the sotre is haunted by a little black boy I saw late one night. The clerk, she looks me right in the eyes and calmly says, “No, it’s a little girl, and she likes to play with the hats on that display stand.” Her and the other clerk then commence to regale me with the tales of hearing the noise of chewing gum smacking late at night, of hearing the doorbell ring when no one’s opened the door, of hearing unexplained ticking noises in the stockroom, etc. then they tell me someone, somewhere apparently researched the history of the place, and found out that in the 20′ or 30’s some little black girl was hanged from a tree in the exact spot where that store now stands. I asked my father about it and he says that that area, and the surrounding areas near the town square, was a common places to sometimes discover the occasional black man or woman hanging from a tree for some offense or other against the white folks, so the story about the little girl may very well be true.
The Back 1100, also known as the Holland Quarters, is 1100 acres of land that was bequesthed to the black slaves back in the 1800s when they were freed, considering it was the quarters where they were living already anyway. There are more tales of black AND white folks dying there than there are actual residents living there. But the most well known is “The Haint”. A friend of mine’s Dad, and two of his friends, were camping out in the Back 1100 once back int he 80’s. They were all big, tough construction workers, one of them a big ol’ white redneck, the other a brawny black guy, and the third a gigantic, fearless half-mexican/indian man named Sambo. Well, Sambo was tired of camping and hunting after a couple nights, and decided he was going to sling his rifle over his shoulder and walk the few miles back to town, then home. Ten minutes after he left, the other two men heard two gunshots, followed by a deep-throated scream and more rapid gunshots, the a few minutes later Sambo comes running into the cabin, slams the door shut, runs into the bedroom and locks himself in. Wouldn’t come out until morning. When they all awoke, the two men asked Sambo what the hell had happened. He told them he was walking along the old dirt road to town, when he came upon a fence row intersecting the road, and he saw someone silhouetted against the moonlight, standing on the other side of the fence. He waved and greeted them, but they didn’t move, so he stopped and said “Hello” again. After no response, he started walking again, and the other person started walking, also, along the fence row toward the road to meet him. He stopped to say something again, and they stopped. He said hello a third time, then started walking slowly again, thinking it must be a reflection, then stopped again to squint and get a better look. Thinking he was maybe about to be robbed, he fired a rifle shot into the air to scare whoever it was. No movement. He took a step forward and fired a second shot. The figure then walked through the fucking fence and came after him at an impossible speed. Sambo freaked, and took off running like a bat out of hell, blindly firing his rifle behind him until he ran out of shells, until he got back to the cabin. You still can’t get him to go anywhere near the Back 1100 again, to this day. After asking around, My friend’s dad found out that this was far from the first time this spectre had shown itself to someone, and that the locals of the Back 1100 called it “The Haint”.
Those are the only ones I can remember offhand. There are tons of stories like that in this area. Lots of them having to do with the “secret satanic cults” that are supposed to be so prevalent in East Texas. I’ve heard enough stories of those stories to actually believe that it must be true on some level. Plus, my roomate claims to have been a part of one of them when he was a teenager, calling themselves “The Brotherhood”.
Itachi
Okay. So, I know this girl. She’s pretty much a loon, but she’s a good friend and I belive this story. She told it to me like this:
She, and her family, are like ghost magnets. They just tend to have creepy shit happen to all of them. But one story stands out that she’s told me. Now, she’s changed houses a lot over the years, but the last house she lived in before this had some serious ghost-y stuff. Specifically, her shed was haunted. Not the rest of the house.. just the shed. Lots of wierd crap happening on there. Now, the story. Her dad was in that shed, and, tired of the ghost shit, he announced, “Y’know, I think I’m gonna tear this thing down.” About three seconds later, a brick, that had been sitting far back on a shelf, LAUNCHED itself off the shelf and beaned him in the head.
He didn’t tear down the shed.
FrozenEntree
I don’t know how crazy it is, but I have very very very detailed dreams. I hardly get any sleep from it. The best I can figure is that I am off in some other plane of existance when I sleep. Just the other night I am having a “nightmare” and I am really freaking out. There is some seriously fucked up stuff going on everywhere. I am walking down what appears to be a hallway, except it is wider than any hallway I have ever been in. As I get closer to a door way I get more and more scared, because I know there is going to be some freaky ass shit in the rooms. I am being pulled through the hallway though, not able to control my going forward. As I pass the first room on the left I look in. In the far left corner I see a girl probably about 16 in a nighty type of garb. She turns around and stares at me. One eye of hers is hanging out of its socket, she has cuts all over her and the most wicked evil grin I have ever seen. She starts to shake like crazy, then I start hearing a sound like a huge turbine “WUUUURRRRR–WURRRRRR” She zips around the room. Stopping for a couple of seconds here and there to make evil smiles and faces. I am still moving forward, slow enough to see her, but fast enough to know I will be out of the doorway area soon. I look again and see nothing. Then she is right in my face and let’s out what I can only describe as a roar. I get past the door though before she can get me. For whatever reason, the things in these rooms cannot come out. I am still moving forward and the next door is coming up to my right. As I start looking in that room it looks fine. I nice bed, nice curtains, and there are two people sleeping in the bed. I let out a sigh of relief because my “nightmare” is fixing itself. I start to smile at the site of the happy couple. Before I can complete my smile, a hell beast of sorts walks up to the end of the bed. It looks over at me and then at them, and again at me, this time with a demonic smile. I try to scream to wake them so they can run. Nothing comes out. He grabs the man by the ankle and pulls with all his might. The man is yanked out of his slumber and only gets out a faint whimper before his throat is torn clean from his body. He stumbles over to me reaching for my hand for help. I clear the doorway just in time to hear the woman scream. I move on still this time coming up to another room on my left. This room is totally empty. Instead of moving past it I start to get drawn to it. I am pulled into the room and I now am trapped as the others were that I had seen. I look around for a way out and I see nothing. As I trun full circle I see a figure. Semi-Transparent, eyes glowing and evil green, face masked by a hood and darkness. I try to attack it, but with the raise of a hand I am thrown about the room. The figure starts talking in some un-identifiable language in a deep raspy voice. The figure floats to me and rams his hand through my chest. The pain is horrible, burning. He starts to chant something.
I semi-wake up to the sound of my own voice as it gets stronger. I let out a yell that wakes me up. I sit up in my bed, cold sweat all over. I look up and my fiancee is looking at me from the doorway of our bedroom. I ask her what is wrong. She tells me that I was making horrible noises and was saying stuff she couldn’t understand. She was just about to wake me before I yelled out.
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“The Homestead”
1) My mom and stepdad pulled funds and teeth to purchase the house. It was the first house my mom had ever owned. It was pretty ugly on the outside and in, nothing a new paint job couldn’t fix. It was a pretty small home at that, single floor, no basement, an unfinished attic, one bathroom 3 bedrooms. The people that stayed there before us were into occult and different paranormal type stuff. Proof of this came from the different paraphenilia(sp?) we found upstairs and threw away. We were in the house for no more than two days when things started happening. Apparently we wre unwelcomed guests in our own home. The first came from the storm. In particular, a lightning bolt. Paranormal? Maybe not, but it was definately odd considering the night it happened it was the only lighting bolt of a pretty big rain storm. The tree it struck took out a big chunk of the new fence we put up the day before. Only ONE bolt folks. We clean up the tree with the assistance of the city clean up crew. Luckily the fence wasn’t too damaged and was repaired the next day.
2) More fence shenanigans. Within the next week about 1/3 of the wooden fence would end up being torn off, each time we found pieces taken off we would put them back on. My Stepdad attributed it to an animal or two causing a ruckus. I would later find out he told us this to keep us from freaking out. I woke up early to mow the lawn one Sunday and was the first one out back. Sure enough, more fence pieces were removed. As I take a closer look at the wook though I noticed something. Nothing. No claw marks, no footprints, no nails… no nails I thought? Obvoius reaction, Oh, someone is taking these things out with a hammer. Good conclusion except that I myself had put different nails in and these things were embedded in the wood to where a hammer end couldn’t get them out. More so, the planks of wood were about 6.5 feet high. If somone yanked them from top or bottom, it would leave splinters or something. There was nothing though. Just fence being taken out with no explanation. This would continue for a year or so, it also went on without our motion sensor lights coming on.
3) Older brother sees my mom. Well not exactly. I woke up because my brother (who was on the top bunk) got out of bed and went out of the room. I hear him say “mom?” and then walk down the hall. He comes back a couple minutes later and my mom walks out of the room across from ours. She wonders why he up so late. He then freaks out and tells her what happened. He followed my mom from the bedroom area, down the hallway, through the living room, through the dining room, and into the kitchen. The whole time she wouldn’t answer him. When he went into the kitchen, she dissappeared. There is no way for mom to get from the kitchen to our bedroom area without passing him back up.
4) Weight lifting and the attic. My brother rob decided to take his stuff in the room and move it upstairs into the unfinished attic. It was evenly divided into two sections by a doorway with no door. Our attic area did not have steps, it had a pull hatch/ladder setup. The first room was setup to be a weight room for my stepdad. He laid some old throw rug down, enough for the bench to sit on, the rest of it was just floor boards, and crappy ones at that. Anything that went on upstairs could be heard downstairs. We were all downstairs watching Naked Gun 33 1/3 at the time and having a great family night. Out of the blue we hear the weights being dropped in the attic. It happens once and my stepdad gets a little annoyed because it was making so much noise. Then a louder boom from the weights. He yells up at Rob to stop lifting weights. At that it kind of just hit me. Mike? Rob is out with his friend Jeremy. He looks at me, and my mom looks at me too. We go and take a peek and the weights are scattered all over the room. We decided to take the movie over to Grandmas and watch it over there.
5) After watching an episode of Sightings (what an awesome show!) we gained some information on ghost type of stuff. Rob and I thought it would be cool to try and communicate with whatever was in our house. We setup a tape recorder with new batteries and a 45 minute tape. We set the tape up in the attic, and said “If there is an entity or being that would like to make itself present then please feel welcome to do so.” At that we left and went to our Friday night Roller Skate. My mom didnt know we did this. We get home and the tape is recorded full through. We listened to the tape. 10, 15, 20, 35 minutes… nothing. We waited with hearts pounding. At about 42 minutes we hear “haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”, to better give you an idea of it, it sounded like the sound you make when steaming your glasses to clean them. Except it lasted about 7 seconds or so.
6) I was engaged in conversation. I was in the shower washing my hair. I had the longer grunge style hair back then and had shampoo in it. I hear the door open and then I hear “Hello…” Me not caring mom is there. “Oh hey!, did anyone call for me today?” “Nottt tooday…” If Brian calls can you come and get me? It’s important… “Why certainly…. Ok…I’ll see YOU later…” Alrighty. It kind of struck me as odd the way mom said “you” but I finished washing my hair and face and about 5 minutes later (while I was washing my nuts none the less) my mom comes in again. I think that Brian has called. “Hey mom, is brian on the phone?” “No, why are you expecting a call?” “Yeah mom, I just told you that a few minutes ago…” “Huh?” “seriously mom, I just talked to you, stop BS-ing me” “I haven’t been in for an hour, I have been doing yard work…” At that I always locked the bathroom door after that.
7) Fast Forward time. About 6 Years we hadn’t had so much as a peep from ghostly mcspookencaster. I now have a 4 year old little brother. He comes running in from the kitchen freaked, eyes wide open, he is crying like crazy. I ask him what is wrong. He said that mom just tried to grab and said she was going to kill him. WTF. I could tell he wasn’t lying by how he was shaking, I set him behind me waiting for my pyscho mom to come looking for him, ready for a short rumble. Nothing. I tell come with me, maybe she was only joking. We go to the dining room and he is trembling. Nothing. I call around for mom. Nothing. I look out to the back yard and she is in the pool (above ground) sitting in her floating chair. I look to my brother and ask him what happened. He came from his bedroom and was going to get an apple or something from the fridge. Mom was sitting at the Dining Room table kind of rocking, like a nervous person would. He called to her… mom? She just kind of sat there. He walks closer and is about to grab her robe to get her attention, at that time she turns her head with evil insane eyes and reaches for him, yelling she is going to kill him. There is no way mom could of done that and got into the pool without me hearing the water splash. He was in no way lying.
8) The last straw. We were all in the dining room playing a board game as it was a rainy day. We hear the front door open. So I get up and close it, the wind blew it opened. I sit back down, a couple minutes later it opens again. This time I think the wind again, I must not of closed it all the way. So I close it shut hard. I sit back down. Rinse repeat 3 more times. I figured a neighborhood kid was being a jerk and this time I lock the door with both the deadbolt and the chain. I sit back down. This time we hear the door open with a crash. Someone had opened it and opened it hard. Both Locks were intact and someone had to of opened them from the inside. The wall had a hole chunked out of it where the handle hit it. We all investigate as there has to be someone in the house. When I take a look at the door, the molding on the door that is put there for decorations was warped really bad. It was fucking raining out, there was no sun outside that could of caused this. We finally took action and had the house blessed.
9) First priest bailed on us. He took a couple of steps into the house and got a really really really worried look on his face. He stayed for all of 2 minutes and said that there was nothing wrong. FUCK THAT.
10) Peace at last. We got a cat. We had the cat for about a week, no problems. Just in case, we called a priest to have him bless the house. This priest came in, did his ritual of blessing all of the rooms, doorways, windows, and all areas of our property. That was 7 years ago and we have not had a problem since.
Slimey Sue
I’m pretty sure there’s something unnatural going down at my family’s home.
We moved in there about 12 years ago, when it was a new neighborhood. Our house was right in front of a lake and a tiny forested area, so naturally as kids it was our duty to explore the forest. One day buried under the garbage the construction workers had left behind, was a giant leg bone. We freaked, and told our parents. Without ever looking at it they told us it was probably some goose’s bones. No geese have two foot long femurs. There were also rumors of a gigantic black cat, as in puma-sized, in the forest that had killed a few neighbor’s cats. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I learned our homes used to be [poltergeist]Indian land [/poltergeist] although I didn’t hear anything about cemetaries.
Inside the home is a different matter altogether. Increasingly over the past few years, I’ve been watching TV or been on the computer downstairs when suddenly I’ll hear something hit the ground upstairs, hard. I’d say it was with about the same force as dropping a computer monitor on the floor, sometimes violently. Every time I go up, everything is in perfect order.
Another time involved my dog. She’s trained in a thousand different things, and one of them is that she is not allowed upstairs. She won’t go upstairs unless you really praise her and call for her, and sometimes even then she’ll just ignore you. If you bring her upstairs, she’s a nervous wreck and will dart down at your slightest gesture. However one day while I was reading in my room, I heard a weird growling sound. I look into the hallway and my dog is sitting at the top of the stairs, staring straight down at the door to the garage, growling. I’ve never heard my dog growl like that, not against strangers, not when someone tries to take a treat from her, this was a very very throaty growl, made even more unusual by the fact that her hackles weren’t even raised. She was just staring intently at the door, growling in a very matter-of-fact manner at something I couldn’t see.
Juneko
I grew up in an pretty freaky house. I was always afraid of it, I would whip myself into fear everynight and most nights I’d have my head underneath the covers.
One time I was lying in bed, just laying in bed, right after you wake, lounging a bit when all of a sudden the tv in my room came on. I didn’t know what to do, I just layed there thinking I’d maybe bumped something, but remembered the remote was broken, and that’s when I started to silently freak out. Scared the shit out of me, I was so afraid to turn the tv back off thinking maybe it’d turn itself back on, but I mustered the courage to go turn it back off.
Another time I swore I heard whispering at the edge of my bed, one hushing the other.
Another time when I was a kid me and my sister would play with barbies and pose them and take pictures. I’d taken a picture of one in front of a mirror and when I’d got the pictures back it looked like blood was running down the mirror. I wish I still had the picture, I don’t know if it was because of glass streaks, so freaky, I didn’t want to believe it was anything out of the ordinary so I’m not exactly sure.
My sister lived there longer than me. She said she’d see shadows move around the outside of the house.
She had this huge mirror next to her bed on the wall in the same room where I’ve had my incidences, the mirror being perpendicular to the bed with the bed being against the wall. She had this talking Ernie doll that would say “I feel great, I feel great, I feel great!” When you sat him up. So she was sitting on her bed one day, and it said that while laying down, and she thought that was strange, when suddenly the mirror on her wall fell down onto her back, really heavy mirror. Afterwards her doll said again “I feel great I feel great I feel great!”
Jendawn13
Same kind of thing: I’ve got an Elmo doll that talks and does stuff when you squeeze his hand. One day he blurted out: “Play with Elmo!” while I was working on my computer. Scared the crap out of me. My sister says it did the same thing one day when she was in my room.
Luckily, that was in the last apartment I was in. (It hasn’t happened again since I moved.) All kinds of creepy stuff happened there, but I don’t really feel like typing any of it up right now. (me = lazy bum) I’ll just share one more short story from the house I’m living in now…
It was night time, I was standing in the dining room. I looked over to the living room (which was dark, no lights on) and saw a blue outline of a guy’s head and shoulders. I saw it standing there for a few seconds, until I freaked out and looked away. The creepiest part is, I later found a picture online that was exactly like what I’d seen. (And, no, I hadn’t seen the pic before. It was from a show that came out years after my ‘sighting’.)
Alucardshark posts creepy incarnate
Chemmy
When my parents divorced, they each needed new lodging. My mother found an old house (think 18th century), and moved in. It’s a lovely house. Spacious, and to think of it now, during the summer, it was always cool inside even with no air conditioning or fans. Walking inside the house, it would get 10-15 degrees colder.
I spent a good deal of time alone in the house, as I lived there from when I turned 15, until I left for college. Many times I’d heard knocks on the walls, or footsteps on the stairs. It was an old house though, and old houses settle. That makes sense. The same thing could be said for the cold. The house was always dark inside, despite its huge windows facing every direction.
I could write off the noises, and the cold. Those seemed fine. There were things I couldn’t write off though. Sometimes I’d hear my name. Loudly. As if someone was calling me. If my mother was home, I’d yell “Yeah Mom?” and she’d reply with “What?” The converse also happened. “Jay?” “I didn’t say anything.”
There would be pressure on my bed at night. I had a cat though, so most of the time I figured it was her. She didn’t normally sleep with me, but enjoyed running across my bed. I never though anything of it, until one night when my cat slept with me on the bed. Curled up next to my chest and purring, I was about to doze off, when I felt a pressure on the end of my bed. My cat stood up stared, and then sprinted out of the room. In an interesting connection, the pressure thing used to happen where I lived before. It started shortly after my father’s cat John died. He was around 20 years old, and sort of watched over me as a baby. If I fell down while learning to walk, John would drag someone to find me. Sometimes John would push me over himself. He was bigger than I was then.
Another night, I had finished homework, and I lay down in bed to sleep, when I heard a rhythmic creaking noise. I looked up, grabbed my glasses, and my rocking chair was rocking, fairly hard. Not violently, it rocked smooth and steady, though I couldn’t arrest its progress with my hands. Eventually I spoke loudly, “I need to sleep. You’re not welcome here at night.” I was starting to think it was a ghost by this point in the saga, and I was very careful not to tell it to leave, or that it was scary or unwelcome, as I was afraid it would turn angry.
I finally decided it was a ghost on a spring morning, when I was 17 or so. I had my girlfriend over, and we were doing what teenagers do, playing Scrabble. At any rate, we had just finished, and I was pulling my pants on, when she demanded we leave right away. She didn’t have a car, so I had to drive her home. I figured she was late for something, so I dragged a shirt on as I followed her downstairs, and got in my car. The whole time she was telling me to hurry.
We drove for about 5 minutes in silence towards her house, when she asked if I had “seen it.”
“Seen what?”
She told me she saw a black male, around 6′, walk past my door, look into the room, and then walk through a wall.
That’s when I told my experiences to my mother, and she revealed that she too heard footsteps around her bed, and had said numerous times to the presence that she “Didn’t believe in it”.
CarlosTheDwarf
I have a not too amazing story. My parents friend came over with a Oiuji type board, only more advanced. Her best friend had just died a week or so before and she said she had contacted her. So my parents and her used the board and all 3 said that the pointer moved without them moving it. My parents nor this nice old lady wouldn’t lie or pretend.
A few days later my dad dad 2 odd occurences. First he came into the house and said he saw a dark shadowy object move out of the kitchen. My dad has great eyesight, but he obviously wasn’t sure what it was and didn’t think too much of it.
Then a few hours later he was in the living room with my brother’s golden retriever Rubin. All of a sudden, Rubin just went batshit and started growling & barking at the wall and ceiling. Rubin’s the nicest dog ever, but he was barking at something for a few minutes(I heard this while I was upstairs). After a few minutes Rubin calmed down and that was that.
yippeekiyaymf
Well, here is my little contribution…..
Over a year ago, my roommate and I had just moved into a new apartment. She had another month of college left before graduation; I already graduated and moved in early. For the month or so I was there, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
**As a side-note, this apartment was a townhouse that was built in the 1940s
Anyways, roommate moves in and everything is fine. Then the weirdness starts. Naturally, it only affects my room. It started out as little things: I would walk up the stairs and into my room and see shadows, I would always feel as though someone else was in the room with me, I would wake up in the middle of the night and just have the weirdest sensations of not being alone. Then it progressed to I would wake up and hear whispering in my ear. I would see things out of the corner of my eye as I walked in. They were more than just shadows.
This shit started to freak me out a bit. Then it got worse. I would wake up during the night and actually feel something in the bed with me. It would feel like someone is climbing into the bed with me. I would be kinda delirious from waking up, and assume it was my boyfriend. Yeah, it wasn’t. My bed was against the wall and I slept on the outer side. So, this feeling was one of someone getting on the bed, climbing over me, and then getting under the covers next to me. The bed would actually be reacting as if someone was really there (the mattress would dip down, the sheets were moving, etc.) After that happened more than once (At first I thought I was just dreaming, but came to realize that was not true), I began talking to my roommate about it. She didn’t believe me.
The next incident is what topped the taco….I was in bed asleep, and, again, the sensations of someone getting into bed with me were going on. This time, it actually felt like an arm was around me and someone was, quite literally, spooning me in the bed. Got the hell out of dodge like nobody’s business and slept in my roommate’s room. Next day, I convinced her to sleep in my room and see if anything happens. She drags her mattress in there and does. Sometime in the night, she waks up, freaks out, and drags her mattress back into her room. Apparently, she saw some sort of orb light things coming out of the closet. The closet always had weird shit going on with it. The cats hated going in there, avoided it, the door would never close, etc.
We took some pictures of the closet with my digital camera and, sure enough, there were orbs on some of them. For the longest time, I was scared to sleep in that room. Then I moved and its fine.
3xCool thinks the mirror lies
Undaine
I’ve had enough annoying experiences with ghosts in my house and other places to give me enough psycological damage so that when I sleep at home, I sleep with the covers completely over my head with only a little hole for my nose/mouth to breath fresh air from (I’m 20) and have been doing this since I first saw it when I was about 10 or 12 or something. I think one in particular likes to follow me around. It can be best expressed as HORRIFYINGLY ANNOYING.
Anyway I posted it on the last 1 or 2 pages of the last big ghost thread, but it’s probably lost, so I’ll rewrite it and add a few more that have happened. Splitting each individual story up into parts, but I think its all the same ghost. I haven’t bothered to ask it.
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Part 1
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My first encounter ever with something .. odd .. was when I was camping. I was a total UFO freak at the time, I’m sure many of you went through that phase. Where nothing was cooler than Aliens and OMG LIGHTS IN THE SKY! My Dad and I were camping at this place called the Curn (Kurn?) River in Cali, it’s a good drive east of Bakersfield I think. Anyway there’s some good places to camp there because its to far away for all the idiot collage students to come get drunk, and the only people there are fishermen pretty much. So I’d spend my days fishing, and usually we’d meet some cool camper who we’d make friends with for the trip.
On this trip, it was a guy named Jeff. Jeff came from LA, owned an SUV before they were all the rage, and was a hellova nice guy. I remember he liked Bevis and Butthead and since he was over 40 that made him like the coolest guy alive in my book at the time. So I always had a lot to talk to about with Jeff, since he liked UFO’s too and would tell me stories about how Indians used to make cave paintings about them and stuff.
Anyway one night we were sitting up late roasting marshmellows or something around a camp fire. My dad had gone to bed early, as he always does, so we were talking about paranormal stuff again. Not ghosts, but UFO’s. So the mood late at night around a fire out in the woods was already kinda creepy. Then it just showed up.
I was the first to spot it I think, it came from around behind my tent. A little, white orb, a tad bit smaller than a volley ball, but kinda fuzzyish and almost with a sort of a difuse glow to it. I thought it was a squirel at first, then realized due to the fact that it was floating about 6 inches off the ground that it probably wasn’t.
“Jeff” I said.
“Yea Undaine?”
“What the hell is that?”
Jeff looked up to see the same thing coming towards us. The grass around us was long, and it was brushing the tops of it, but we could see that it DEFINATLY did not touch the ground. It was heading towards our fire, and consequently, us.
“Uh … I … uh … we should move”
We did. The orb thing passed only a few feet from us in the full glow of the fire. It had no real defined edges, which is why I call it kinda fuzzy and glowing. But it moved very fluently, and made kinda an arc around the fire, and proceeded to take a left up a hill and towards a bush. While it was doing this, we must have been saying “What is that?” “I don’t know” a good 300 times.
We stood there after it went up the hill and into a large (but mostly see through) bush for a few seconds, then, like morons, decided that we had to go find it. We ran around the bush, and onto a road behind it, looking all over..
I don’t remember the rest of the night.
This is strange, because I remember everything else perfectly as if it just happened. I woke up in the tent next to my dad at sun up. It freaks the fuck out of me to this day. Jeff went home the next morning, and we never heard from him again, but he did confirm the story with me before he left in front of my Dad, so at least he knows I’m not bat shit insane.
Other stuff happens at home (and unfortunatly still is), so when I tell my family I’ve seen something wrong in the house now, they don’t laugh at me.
Lucky me.
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Part 2
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My house is old, it’s been around since like 1880. We’ve had a rich family history in this house. We’re not buried on an Indian graveyard, no murders have taken place, no one’s buried in the walls, nothing that would raise any kind of normal angst you need normally for a ghost to hang around. But, unfortunatly, this one doesn’t seem to care.
First off I should say it’s not so much exclusivly my house as it is my “area” that has this problem. My uncle next door used to see it too, and when I was very young (and lived in my uncle’s house now) I remember standing in my crib before I could even talk, watching the pretty lights in the room, in the middle of the night while my parents slept.
Anyway, my Uncle was the first one to see it. He woke up at 3 am due to my aunt screaming (she does this, it’s a sleep problem) and comforted her like he usually does. Only tonight, she was screaming “OH GOD, STEVE, THERE’S SOMEONE IN THE ROOM!”
“No honey, there’s no one here.”
“YES! YES THERE IS! HE’S RIGHT THERE! *more screaming*”
“No sweety, I can see everything, everythings fine.”
At this point she was satisfied, and went back to sleep. My uncle was about to as well, when he noticed something in his groggy state. It was 3 am, and he could see the room very clearly. An orange glow was lighting the entire thing. Not eminating from a source, but actually exuding from the walls.
He thought about this for a second, closed his eyes, reopened them.
Darkness.
His first and final thought that night was “Oh, thats better” before he went back to sleep.
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The ghost still liked my Uncle though, and the exact same incident repeated itself a few weeks later, with my aunt screaming, and the room lit up at 3 am once again. This time, instead of going back to sleep, my Uncle (who is a much, much braver man than I) got up and yelled at it and told it to go the hell away and not come back. And with that, poof. Walls went out. Uncle went back to bed, and it hasn’t bothered him since.
Because it found someone more responsive to bother. It moved in with MY family. Thank you, Uncle Steve, for the lovely ghost. It’s just what my panic attack / weak heart family has always wanted.
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Part 3
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Shortly after my Uncle banished it using his balls of pure steel, my mom woke up for absolutely no reason at, you guessed it, 3 AM. She couldn’t figure out why she woke up at first, and looked around the room to see if one of the cats was there. The cats (who ALWAYS sleep with my mom) had run away. She thought that was odd, when she noted that she could see the whole room at 3 AM, because it was tinted with an orange glow. She looked around the room for the source, and in the corner of one of the walls, floating high above the ground, was Mister Orb again. She described it like an orb but it had sort of an electricity to it like if you see heat coming off hot pavement.
My mom, being less brave, hid under the covers trying to wake my dad until she fell asleep hours later in a cold sweat.
After that, it liked to do other things.
Stuff will be moved in my house. We don’t talk about it, we just put it back in the places it should be and ignore it or blame the cats for moving the candelstick/chair/refrigerator/whatever. In particular, it likes to knock over plants. When we hear footsteps at night in the attic, we blame the racoons. Racoons aparently weigh about 180 and wear mens shoes. The attic, incidently, is about 4 feet tall and no person in the world could walk like that up there. When the cats stare at things that aren’t there, we usually just leave the room. When stuff scrapes against the windows in the guest room when guests are there, or on the glass 10 feet off the ground in the TV room, we tell them that is just from the tree. Note: There is no tree. It turns TV’s on. It turns radios on. It closes doors, it knocks shit over in anger when I tell jokes to my parents that I read here.
Heh that reminds me, about 3 weeks ago I told a string of dead baby jokes to my parents at dinner, and a plate flew off a shelf and crashed to the tabel. I appologized to the ghost, my parents laughed, and we continued eating.
As of recently, it’s taken up the habit of screaming at us in the middle of the night, waking us up and sending us looking for the noise for a few seconds before we all pretend we needed to “just go to the bathroom” so its easier to ignore it and get back to sleep. This has only happened twice, and within the last month.
It has followed me to hotel rooms in Vegas, when it scared the shit out of a friend of mine, and started all the hangers in a closet shaking on their own when the only two people in the room were me and him. He claimed he saw an image of a person that night, which kinda makes me think that it was a different ghost, because all this one ever shows up as is as an orb, or just an orange glow, or both.
This definatly isn’t as scary as the guy who worked in the bar, but it’s all true, and I have to live with it. So it’s plenty scary enough for me.
Choom Gang Rape
First hand ghost story, kind of dull.
My aunt’s house is this old farmhouse in northwest Ohio. I don’t know how she got it, but she’s not the original owner: this house is about nintey years old. She raised three kids there, and one of them swears the house is haunted.
The story goes, once while sitting in a chair on the upper floor where the ghost lives, it came to him. He was sitting in the chair crookedly because he had hurt his back, and all of a sudden this oddly shaped woman figure rounds the corner and walks straight at him. He’s scared shitless, when it reaches out and touches his knee. His back pain disappears, and the woman turns and leaves.
I called shenanigans, but the rest of the family believed him.
Fast forward to a few years after this. All the kids were older than me, and they moved out of the house. I was thirteen or so, and sitting in this creepy house in the middle of nowhere as a kind of waiting station in between grandparent’s homes. I had been there a day and had to be there two more, so my aunt couldn’t take off work to sit in the house. I was alone.
I watched alot of TV. The only tv in the house is in the living room, along with the doorway that leads to the stairs. This door was a open on a still summer day, absolutely no wind was blowing. From my position on the couch I could watch TV, see the stairs through the wide open doorway, and try to catch any breezes through the windows of this house with no AC.
The fucking door shuts.
I flipped the fuck out. My aunt came home from work five hours to find me sitting under a tree reading magazines. I had to shit really bad, but I WAS NOT going back inside. I spent the next two days on the couch under a blanket with the stairway door wedged shut.
Diodeous
My friend Shawn’s family is very…psychic. About a year and a half ago, his cousin hung himself. Well, ever since then, his little brother (who is 10) has seen his cousin almsot every night. His brother holds conversations. I believe I heard him talking once. His mother has heard the two voices before. Well, his mother has the ability to channel the cousin. A few times she has channeled him. At one point, he took her over for six hours, and she walked around, completely different, everything about her changed. She knew intimate little details about the cousin. I’m still afraid of going to that house.
Kestler
This is a story my Grandmother told me and some relatives a couple years ago. She’s very serious and none of us have ever heard her bullshit.
This all took place around 1969. My Dad (16 or so at the time) had a close group of buddies that used to hang out at my Grandmother’s house all the time. For the most part, my Grandmother liked them and they liked her.
One night, around 11:00, my Dad’s friend Tom came to visit. My Grandmother told him that my Dad had left earlier that night with some friends.
“It’s OK”, Tom said, “I just wanted to say bye”.
Then he left.
Later on, around 2:00 or so in the morning, my Dad came home. He said that something awful had happened. She said she knew, that something happened to Tom.
Basicly, he was killed in a car accident around the same time that my Grandmother was talking to him.
I know as a newbie I have 0% credit here, but this is God’s honest truth. I should get her to tell me the story again so I can get it right. I’ve forgotten lots of details.
This is scary, but not paranormal:
Back when I was only about 7 or 8 years old, the house next to my Grandmother’s was sold to some sketchy looking people. They lived between me and my neighbor’s house, which I went to often. Eventually while walking by one of them introduced themselves to me. His name was Scott, and it was nice to meet me.
I don’t remember a whole lot, but I remember him giving me lots of Hot Wheels cars and other toys, and that my parents hated him. Any family member who saw him told him to leave when he was around me.
Turns out he was arrested later for child molestation (NOT ME).
Around the same time he also used to hide in the forest right outside our house and watch us at night. I didn’t find that out until last year when my Mom told me.
I also have a very good friend who sees and feels spirits. She’s only really told me and a psycic the stories, because they make her sound crazy. I don’t even know if I believe her. She says she can tell if a spirit is near because her face gets really flushed and her ears burn. She feels things touch her and grab her arm. All that weird ghost shit. She works in an operating room and sees people die all the time. I’ll have to ask her if she has any new stories.
F^2
My house was built in 1969. On farm land formerly owned by Dutch farmers (according to my Jr. High Math teacher who has been living here since the late forties, when it’s a farming community.)
The house had 3 owners. I am the third. The first owners was a young couple who only lived here for a year or so until they moved out. Then it was a couple who lived here from 1970 to 1997, raising children and looking over an old lady. The house was purchased by me in mid 1997. According to my neighbor who lived here since 1969, no deaths, no fires, nothing like that happened in my house or anything similar.
It was all fine the first year, but in mid 1998, stuff started to happen.
I was reading on the couch and suddenly felt that I was being watched. This persisted for a day. A feeling that I was constantly being watched. Then it was gone. All was normal.
Then in early 1999, my TV started to turn on automatically. Out of the blue. In the morning, the afternoon, without any patterns. It turns on automatically in the morning like an alarm clock for a week or so, then it stopped. Completely freaked me out.
Then one night in around April, I woke up 3 in the morning. I looked up at the ceiling. A green beam of light was shining on it. I have no idea where it came from. It started rotating like a clock’s hand. It went on for several minutes. I know what I saw and it wasn’t an illusion. It was real. It went on for several minutes, then disappeared.
Then nothing happened for over a year.
Late 2000, my floorboards started creaking. Sometimes pretty loudly. It sounded like someone was walking. When I walk up the stairs it creaks pretty loudly and I recognizes the sound. It died down pretty soon, after only a day or two. But then I started seeing figures in the reflection of my PC monitor. They flash. Mostly during the night. When I’m playing games or reading websites. They always make me turn my head, but nothing.
Since then I have periodically seen shapes at night. I would suddenly wake up and see something, but it wasn’t overly significant.
Then about a month ago I had a terrible dream. I remember a bomb-ed out landscape that vaguely resembles a gated neighborhood in which one of my friends lived. All the houses were in ruins and branches everywhere. Then I started seeing figures. Apparations. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I woke in a cold sweat to realize I overslept. My alarm clock has been turned off.
My alarm is a battery powered Timex that has switch at the back. It’s in the off position. I distinctively remember that it was in the on position the night before.
It has been quiet since, but I fear more may start soon.
I do not fear this spirit however, as I feel it to be benign, but the presense of it still makes me feel uneasy.
–more–
Here’s something from my cousin
She went to a boarding school in China. Near Shanghai. One of those new fangled Chinese ones that have both Chinese and foreign students and is very expensive. (Link: http://www.sfls.com.cn All in Chinese though)
Basically. The first year was ok. They were in a temporary campus near the city. Then the management decide to move it. And not just move it to anywhere, but in the middle of nowhere, and RIGHT ON A HUGE PLOT OF SCATTERED GRAVES!
My cousin went along to check out the site before they started constructing. And yep, a whole huge buriel ground. Patternless, scattered, and old-looking. Despite opposition from the staff, and students of course, they bought the land, dug out all the graves, and cremated all the bodies. Then they built the school.
Weird shit started happening almost immidiately. Soft crying in the dorms. Flickering lights in the classrooms. Weird orbs/lights/fire-looking-thingys at night. Loud walking noises at night (they had tile floors). A lot of students got scared, but what can they do? The school’s already built.
Then a year later, more weird shit happened. A student, going to the bathroom at night, saw a lady in white. Long hair, all white, and wearing a long flowing white robe, crying on the stairs. It was a normal looking women, except she had no face. Only two streams of tears on her blank face. Also she was semi-transparant. The student ran into his room and refused to come out even during the day (these are 4 people a room btw).
The lady in white was seen many times. They tried many methods to exorcise the spirits, but none worked. From Christian to Buddhist to Taoist methods. They all failed. They had crosses stapled all around the dorm, have Taoist paper things everywhere, burned incense, sage, and even called a exorcist. None worked. My cousin graduated two years ago, and by the time she left, it was still as haunted as the day they moved in.
Void of Infinite Nothing retells XKs alien story
When I was about 15, 8 years ago, I was marginally into aliens. Not the movie mind you, the real thing, if there is such. I had a friend who was kind of dumb, just starting to becoming a stoner, but I hung out with him all the time. In the backyard at his house, he had this clubhouse, although it was more of a shed. We spent many hours in there, involved in many questionable acts. At the time this occured, there was a sofa in there, flipped onto it’s front to make a sort of bunk bed. One person slept on the top ( the back of the sofa ), and another slept on a small mattress on the floor, looking up at the back rest of the sofa. There was also a light, a radio, and that is pretty much all.
One night, I was sleeping over, and we decided to stay in the clubhouse. About 1 a.m., we are both laying next to each other on the top bunk, talking about who knows what, and listening to music. He began to tell me a questionable story from when he was younger.
When he was in third and fourth grade, he swears aliens would pick him up occasionally, and fly him around the solar system and show him things. He talked about walking around the space craft, and conversing with the aliens and such. He seems to be almost in a trance as he tells his tale. Near the end of the story, almost as a side note, he added that they told him never to tell anyone. Shortly after he mentioned this, the nightmare began.
Out of nowhere, my friend begins seizuring, just laying there on his back, his body quivering, and his face contorting in ways I’ve never seen before. He nearly stops breathing, and is completely nonresponsive for around 10 minutes, except for the shaking and horrificly contorted face. All of a sudden he snaps out of his seizure, and is just out of it. He doesn’t remember anything, except the feeling that a needle was going into his throat.
At this point, we are both completely terrified. We get off the top bunk and huddle down on the lower bunk, trying to convince ourselves we are scared for nothing. The radio in the corner helps to calm our fears, until it starts adding to them. I had heard that when alien craft were near, it would interfere with electronics, which seemed to be happening. The music on the radio kept getting louder and softer, in rolling waves, kind of like a sine wave if you pictured it, in 10-15 second cycles. This was with a cd playing. Not needing to be even more freaked out, we turn the radio off after 15 minutes of fiddling with it to no avail.
So, there we lay, silent, with a bare light hung above us, trying to overcome our fear that aliens are decending upon us. About 2 hours pass, and we are mostly recovered now, but still kind of jumpy. My friend decided he needs to piss, but is too afraid to go up to the house, so he intends to just crack open the door and do his business through the opening. As he stands in front of the door, releaving his aching bladder, I peer through the crack over his head, taking in the thin sliver of night sky I can see. For some reason, this view calms me, and I decide to go outside in a few minutes, walk around in the night air, and see that everything is as it should be, that way all my fear will be gone. No sooner does this thought parse through my mind then the power just instantly cuts out. Now, we got power to the clubhouse through an extension cord run from the back of the house into the clubhouse. The plug block inside came loose quite often, so we thought that might be it. The only other explanation would be someone pulling the cord up at the house, but my friend had a perfect view of the back of the house while he was pissing out the door, and he saw nobody. So, we both dive back into the lower bunk, nearly shitting our pants at this point, in the pitch black club house. We decide to check the plug block inside, to make sure it hasn’t come loose. We lean forward together, paw for the end of the cord, everything is plugged in securely! We both slump, nearly crying. I had never been more scared in my entire life, nor have I been as scared since. The night is deadly silent, only the occasional rustling from outside, seemingly too close to the clubhouse, accompanied by shadows roving past the small cracks around the window shutters.
10 minutes later, my friend is just completely out. I shake him, yell at him, hold his nose, no response. He is asleep so deeply he might as well be dead. I lay there, shaking, terrified, for the next hour at least.
Next thing I know, it is morning, radio is playing, light is on, everything is plugged in. No explanation for the previous night’s experience whatsoever, except for the dew on the grass around the clubhouse seems to be disturbed, almost like foot prints in the dew, but not defined enough to actually make a determination as to whether something had been walking there.
To this day, I have no idea what happened that night. I’ve never been so scared. I have tears in my eyes right now just from remembering it.
aphid
I wrote these in the last two ghost thread but I’ll repeat them here. These stories are not made up by the way.
The first story involves my mom. One night she was sleeping and suddenly woke up for some reason. She started to hear a whimpering. Thinking what the hell is that, she gets up and starts walking around the room to see where the sound is coming from. My mom finally gets to her closet (it was a walk in) and slides the door. When she slid the door, sitting there in the corner of the closet, was an old man crying. I think my mom said she something to him but there was no answer. I am not sure what happened after that as I don’t even think she remembers.
Now for personal experiences. When I was about, I think five or so I was laying in bed getting sort of sleepy. At the time my bed was right in the corner of the room. So if I faced one way, I was looking straight at the wall. If I faced the other way I was looking out towards my room. I was tossing and turning and I ended up in a position where I was facing the wall. I was just laying there with my eyes open staring at the wall. As I was about to close my eyes again, I saw a hand come up from the right side of my field of vision and make a half circle towards my left field of my vision. It looked like it was running against the wall. Now my bed was against the wall on that side so it could not have been anyone laying a the side of my bed playing tricks on me or whatever. I got scared but I had to tell myself this is not true.
The next incident happened when I was 13 or 14. At this age you really don’t let your imagination get the best of you. This time my bed was right in the middle of the room. It was sunday and I had to get to sleep because I had school the next day. So I am laying there looking towards the ceiling with my eyes closed. About five minutes after I closed my eyes I can fee a slight shaking on my bed. I opened my eyes and was kind like what the hell is this? I think it stopped when I did that so I closed my eyes again. A few minutes later the shaking started again but this time it was strong. I got up and looked at the bed and it was not shaking. I was starting to get worried and was almost freaking out but figured well maybe I was just dreaming. Got back into bed and laid down again. A few minutes later again the bed starts shaking. This time, it was shaking violently. I thought fuck this. I bolted up out of my bed and ran down the stairs and told my parents what was going on. They just told me I was dreaming and to get back to bed. I went about 30 min later and it did not start again.
This last story is where I got the most scared. Again it was night time and I was laying in bed. I stated to hear banging like the sound of cupboards. We lived in a side by side so I figured it’s the nest door neighbors. It was 12:00am and I was just thinking get to bed you idiots. The time ticked by and this banging continued. I also started to hear some creaking like someone coming up the stairs. This is the point where I was starting to get very scared. The terror I was feeling was just unreal. I felt like I was actually going to start crying I was so scared. So I was laying there listening to this creaking and banging for at least 10 more minutes. Then my heart must have stopped for about ten seconds as my dog started howling. Let me tell you, my dog never howls. To this day, that day is the only day he has ever howled in his life and he is about 18 years old now. I got out of bed because I could not take it anymore. Went to the landing on the stairs and told my dog to shut up. He just stared at me. I made my way down the stairs and could still hear the banging. It was coming from the kitchen for sure. I got to the last stair and was about to turn the corner to go past the living room to the kitchen. That is when it stopped. Everything went silent. I still went to the kitchen to see if anything was going on. All the cupboards were closed and everything was how it was left earlier.
There were a few other incidents that did not involve me. I came home from lunch one day and my sister who is about eight years older than me was so glad to see me. She took me to the bathroom and she said that she was doing her hair and the hairspray bottle just started turning in circles on the bottom edges of it. She explaned it was doing that for a while. My other sister used to be wild and would come home late at night sometimes. She’s said that sometimes when she would come home, my dog would be sitting there just staring at the wall. When she would call him, he would not come. She had to physically go to him and kind of “wake” him up.
vorhese
I have some GREAT stories from the house I grew up in. It’s a 3 story 150 year old farm house in rural Ohio.
Story 1. “The People”
This is a quick one. In October one year at 2 AM, I awoke to sounds. I looked outside my window and saw a group of white clothed and hooded (not kkk) people with torches standing at the end of our property (3 acres) on the gravel road. They were just standing there. I awoke my parents, they saw them, and they ordered us to lock all the doors and get upstairs and lock the door. We watched them for an hour, then they just turned around and walked into the woods. FUCKED UP? YES!
Story 2. “The Faces”
Upstairs in our house all the walls and ceilings are covered in swirl spackle designs. Most have been covered up with paneling and tile over the years. In the earlier days, I would wake up in cold sweats after having dreams of demons attacking me. I would open my eyes and look around the room in the moonlight. My eyes would focus on the swirling patterns. Now, I had a great imagination, but I know what’s real. I’m always a skeptic. I would often see the patterns changing forming faces and watching me, their mouths gaping open and closed like screams. I would scream for my mom but nothing came out. My mom would finally hear me and comfort me. Also, my brother would sleepwalk a lot and sit and the top of the stairs. I would sometimes catch him and ask, “Why are you out here?” His response: “The faces” He attests he remembers nothing of these occasions.
Story 3. “The Gateway”
This one gets more fucked up everytime I visit home, and I will explain why. For years as a kid and especially my high school years I would see a greenish vaporlike form come between my room and my parents room. It would come thru the wall, hover, then vanish. This happened at least twice a month. As years went by and especially now when I go home, I look at the wall. The spackling is beginning to settle with age and an actual DOORWAY is coming thru the wall. It looks like it was covered up years ago. Defnitely over 25 years ago, since we moved there.
Story 4. “Fred”
My dad is a light sleeper. If you wake him up, he stays awake. Well, my dad has many stories (my mom backs up) of him waking up and someone walking up and down the stairs. Loudly. It wakes my dad up. Also, sometimes during the morning, my mom sees a black shape of a man standing in front of her and then he disappears. My mom calls him Frank. My mom spoke to the former owners about this (we are good friends) and they say, “Oh Fred! Yeh, we’ve seen him many times”
Story 5. “The Tombstone”
There is a small, 1800’s to early 1900’s graveyard down the road. It’s in a woods by a marsh. I would sometimes wander around it. Well, when I had my paper route for three years, I would ride by every day. There is a particular stone in the back corner that sort of resembles the Empire State Building. It is broken off at the base and lays 2 feet away. Every day, for three years, I would pick up that stone and set it on it’s base. Every day for 3 years I would repeat. It always was laying 2 feet away in the same position.
Story 6. “The Scariest Shit I’ve Ever Experienced
Last year I visited home with my girlfriend. She stayed the night, we had a little fun, and she left the next day. The following night, as I’m sleeping, I wake up. There is an OLD child’s rocking chair in my room with stuffed animals on it. The thing starts ROCKING. I’m freaking out and freeze with fear. I really wish that was it. Next, the stuffed animals start falling out of the chair one at a time. I’m freaking out and stiff as a board paralyzed with fear. So I’m laying there freaking out and I pull the covers up higher and turn on my side. The chair stops. I start calling for my mom. I couldn’t produce words. Remember, I’m 24 years old! So I give up and lay on my side. Suddenly cold breezes start blowing on my ears. I’m REALLY freaking. SO I turn on my side and tense completely up. What happened next I will NEVER forget. I’m laying there and SUDDENLY a voice whispers in my FUCKING EAR. It was unintellible, but imagine someone talking by breathing in and speaking backwards. I SCREAM AND BOLT OUT OF MY ROOM and jump into my parents’ bed! I’m freaking out! My dad is pissed. My mom is trying to calm me down. She assures me it’s ok. Finally she says “Oh that was probably Frank, we haven’t seen him for about 6 months and we don’t know why.” That did NOT help. So I ended up going back into my room and turned on my light and managed to fall asleep about an hour later.
The next day I was talking to my girlfriend and she reminded me she was on her period. She also informed me that hormonal women are sometimes attributed to waking up sleeping spirits. Um…. She also informed me she’s never sleeping over there again. She broke up with me last January, so that’s not a problem.
There have been many other small things that have happened. Corner of the eye apparations, things moving from where they were, etc. We also have an old dirt cellar with steps leading down. Let me tell you, I’m 25 now and I still cant go down there without thinking some fucking zombie is going to reach thru the steps and grab my legs. We have holes in the side of our basement walls that lead into small rooms. We’ve explored in there as a kid and found all sorts of animal bones. Goddamn, my house was fucked up.
Interlude
Not sure if this qualifies as a ghost story, but it’s definately paranormal. OK, so about 9 years ago, a friend and I are sitting in my basement watching TV. We hear some noises – sounded like scratching – at the window behind us. There was snow on the ground, but we decided to investigate it. Trapsing around outside, we found a set of footprints leading up to the window. Not ordinary footprints, these were cloven-hooves. My friend and I are both Eagle Scouts, and could ID a footprint from a mile away, but we were both agast at the sight of these things. We looked around a bit, and found something even more disturbing. The footprints began in the middle of an acre of snow, led up to the window, and then vanished.
A little bit fucked up, but then things started to happen. I was big-time into keeping aquariums back in those days, and kept my main tank in the same spot. Every fish I put into that tank disappeared. No, they didn’t jump out, no, my parents didn’t throw them out. No, they didn’t get sucked up by the filter. They just plain disappeared. Whatever I put in that tank vanished within a few weeks. Big fish, too – piranahs, full-sized oscars, you name it, it vanished. Months later, I investigated the ceiling below where that tank was. It was INVERTED. As in, it looked like someone, or something, had vacuumed the ceiling from within the walls.
We later moved out of that house, and found out that the child of the new owners killed herself in the spot where that fishtank was.
DirtyHarryPottr
My experience was absolutely the most horrifying thing I have encounter in my life. This happened between 7th and 8th grade, I was at a Boy Scout summer camp called Camp Baker just out side of Florence, Oregon. The camp itself is situated out on a peninsula that juts out into this big lake and our campsite was one of the sites on the very tip of the peninsula. If you’ve been to a BS summer camp you’ve probably seen the canvas tents we use. They are large and usually have a frame built inside of them, but the biggest problem with them is that they usually don’t seal up very well and you can usually see out through cracks, especially through the flaps of the door. One night I awoke suddenly and it was really quiet out. I rolled over in my sleeping bag and looked at the crack in the door only to be greeted by two extremely red dots. These dots I can only describe as laser pointers. They were bright red, and were in total contrast to the complete darkness of the night. They were definitely some sort of eyes that they were looking in right at us. When I read these other stories and people describe the sheer terror of seeing something unknown I can totally understand. These “eyes” alone made me freeze, I couldn’t move at all. I just lay there for about 15 minutes. Finally it moved to the side of the tent stayed there for a couple minutes, moved to the back of the tent, stayed there for a couple minutes and then finally moved to the other side of the tent. By this time I managed to summon enough courage to roll over and after listening for several minutes and not hearing anything I finally fell back asleep. To this day every time I think of this I try to convince my self that it was some animal, but something in my brain tells me that isn’t right. It was just those eyes, so piercing and bright, it was totally inhuman and unlike any animal ever encountered. To this day this memory gives me Goosebumps. I guess that isn’t totally scary but at the time I was just floored
Shalinor
“…My dreams then were of a sort that I’ve never had since. They were more real than reality, at times, and involved entities which were neither my creation nor under my control (eg. I tried a trick I had heard of commanding one of them to let me out when trapped in a dream. It replied, in a booming voice, “No.”). Most started with a witch’s cackle, and the feel that I was being drawn down a funnel. At first, the cackle frightened me, but over time, it just became a sign of “oh dear god, what is THIS one going to involve.”
The dreams themselves occasionally involved Witches specifically. I remember in one of the last dreams I had, I promised to return upon exit, though I don’t recall what she (the Witch) had asked me or told me that would make me respond such. I do recall that, by that point, I regarded those entities as friendly, or at the very least non-malign.
The plane they took place in was… strange. A creation of a child’s imagination gone horribly awry. Here’s an example of one I do recall – I was in a vast court of law. In the front, which was structured more like an altar than anything else, I came across… well… animals. I recall one was a rabbit, unsure on the others. They were able to talk to me, and I believe I had a conversation about being trapped in said dream. Outside of this building (I exited through a door to the right of the altar), was a war-torn city. I would equate it, roughly, to the images you see of a city in the night after it’s been bombed into oblivion. Take any of the “still burning” images you might remember from World War II footage, etc. Wandering this wreckage was a dinosaur, a Rex. Throughout all of this, it was -real-. Unlike my dreams today that tend to dissolve if I interact, I could touch and feel anything, everything. What’s more, my usual technique of repeating “Mommy” (so sue me, it was a safe word) to escape a dream was utterly useless in these.
If I recall correctly, I’d had a conversation with the “animals”, and that the general consensus was we were all trying to escape the dream. Hey, anyone else remember talking with me in a place like this some night as a kid?
Another I can recall, less so for some reason, involved what I would equate to a haunted/witch’s house. All I recall from this one is that this is where I would converse with the witch entities.
When I was finally able to exit these dreams, I would often fall into a vertical “tunnel” of light and images. It was energy, period. Images would appear in the energy as I fell through, pictures and the like, but I don’t recall any of what I saw. Now from here, I would either fall “into” another dream, or manage to wake up. Waking up involved me clenching my eyes shut until the world stopped spinning, then bouncing up and making sure I was still in the bloody right place. This aspect is one I’d never been able to grasp, because a “dream” -NEVER- leaves you feeling like you’re spinning and have just… well… re-entered your body? (at least not in my experience)
These would occur… hmmm… I want to say monthly, but it may have been every couple of months. A recurring theme was the three witches, all of whom served as advisors. They attempted to protect me, to help me through, to keep me sane, whatever… but they were unable to keep me “at their place” very long, and I would invariably fall into another dream.
(anyone else seeing a similar theme with these “advisor” entities? wierd.)
At one point, I was falling asleep. Simple, right? This one started with the feeling that my blanket was pulled up over my face (normally I sleep with it pulled up to my neck)… strange, as again, this was vivid, it wasn’t “how a dream feels.” Now… eagh, I hate recalling this, bad feelings… the “whatever it was” picked me up like a “bundle” with the blanket and flung me about the room. If I tried to focus my mind and attempt to leave the dream, it would put me down and poke me in the stomach/etc (as you might expect someone to do when trying to tickle, though it hurt) until I lost it, then picked me back up and continued flinging me around. Throughout this, I assume I was screaming, because there was a noise “like” that. Eventually, I escaped, ran out of my bedroom and into the living room. The living room was similar, but as dreams usually go, the furniture was arranged differently.
My theory on the latter is it was a dream born of the negative energy that had at that point saturated my house (depression, domestic disputes, and a couple that should have broken up 10 years ago trying to live together for the “sake” of the children will do that), but I’m uncertain of the reality of that “whatever it was.” Real? Creation of my subconscious? Etc? The former, I have noooo idea on. All subsequent dreams were either of a sort I could identify (eg. the downstairs had a bad feel to it in the house, so most of my nightmares took place there. Things like faces spinning around me laughing at me and my inability to shut my eyes and block it out – then again, of course I couldn’t, eyelids don’t exist in a dream. In any case, these I equate to fear of social situations and the like.)
… aaaaand… a bit more…
“… It happened at my mother’s old “yellow” house. I was sleeping on a futon. I couldn’t quite get to sleep… I don’t remember if I did actually fall asleep, or not. Regardless, I then felt something was “there” with me. I was afraid. I felt a skeletal hand grip my ankle, tight. I was facing the other way, and I huddled there with my eyes closed until the feeling went away (felt like “static” in the air). I later attributed it to cramping, but I seriously doubt a cramp would feel like that.
Second similar experience occurred in the unfinished house we were building. My mother was with her fiance, I was in a “bedroom” of sorts in a corner with the wall constructed out of a bookcase. We didn’t have the upper house finished, so we were living in the mostly finished basement. For some reason I can’t recall, I decided to try and initiate the feeling that… well… I don’t recall what I was trying for, maybe exactly what came. The result was I dropped into what I now see was a trance, and had the sense an entity was walking around the bookcase towards me with a knife. I couldn’t see it, but I could sense exactly where it was, and that it was humanoid in shape. It came beside my bed, raised the knife – and that is when I awoke, thankfully.
Both cases were waking dreams, more or less. Called “Hypnogogic trance,” apparently. …”
Wench
I really wish my apartment building had stuff going on in it. It was built in 1912, and I’m sure things went on in there. Of course now it’s full of college students, so hey, maybe we scared everything off.
However, I get plenty when I go home to my parents’ house. It was built in 1979, and not on any graveyards or anything so far as we know. My parents have been the only owners. No one has died or been horribly disfiguringly injured there. We often hear people walking up and down the stairs, opening and shutting the doors, and moving things around, when all people at home are accounted for and couldn’t have been making the noises.
My mother has seen a small, blonde boy in blue overalls running about before. She doesn’t recognize him as family. My uncle saw the same boy two days later at his house in Michigan, 400 miles away. He called my mom after this, only to find out that she’d seen him too.
Nobody in my house smokes, but every so often you can smell pipe or cigar smoke, especially in the living room and kitchen. None of our neighbors smoke these either. You can also occasionally smell what I’m told is my great-grandmother’s perfume – it’s a very distinctive floral that she apparently had custom-mixed. My mother wears Obsession, which smells nothing like it, so it’s not residuals from her.
I’ve been repeatedly tucked in at night by someone who wasn’t there. I would be laying in bed awake, waiting for my mom to come give me a kiss good night, when I could feel someone come into the room and walk up to my bed. I’d roll over, and wouldn’t be able to see anyone.
I’ve also come home to see my dead relatives sitting on my bed at school, or on the couch in my parents’ living room. They laugh when I jump a mile and then try to calmly ask them what’s going on. So basically, my dead relatives won’t leave my family alone. Not that we’d want them to.
Theli
Here’s a short, yet weird story that happened to my cousin. He and I are the same age and have been best friends for years, so I trust his word, and he swore that this really happened to him. He doesn’t even lie to his parents, let alone make up bullshit stories.
He was in his bathroom taking a shit, while no one else was home. He heard a weird scratching noise coming from the fan/vent. It continued for a while, so after he finished, he got up onto the counter to investigate it. As soon as his hand touched the grate, he heard a scream. Not just any scream, though, he told me it was as if someone was next to him, screaming in agony right into his ear. He nearly lost his balance and fell because of it.
He immediately left his house and drove to mine, not wanting to spend another minute there alone.
Also, this happened one other time, to another one of my friends while in that same house. He was also alone at the time, but was in a different room. He thought he heard a woman screaming very loudly, but when he ran upstairs to see if anyone else had heard it, no one had.
Bonk
I’ve got a few stories, some from me, some from people I know.
1) My best friend had an experience with…something. Back when he was in high school, before I knew him, he was all into demon lore and black magic, more of as a rebellious thing than anything else, because he was a non-Christian forced to go to a Christian school, and everyone thought he was worshipping Satan because he liked to play D&D (not an exaggeration). So one night in his room he had been reading up on demons and evil incantations. He sat on his floor and meditated on pure evil for however long the book told him to.
Later he gets in bed and switches the lightswitch next to his bed off. At the end of his bed, about where his dresser was in his room, a completely black figure just stood there. He says the figure was black, but its eyes were even blacker, almost hollow. He got up to move, and a glass jar on his desk across the room was flung at him, and smashed into pieces right near his head. I’ve seen the room at his old house, where his father still lives. There’s all kinds of crap all over the house because his father’s a total slob. We went in his old bedroom one time to get something, and I saw a small dent in his wall where the jar hit. We moved the dresser and saw that there were faint burn marks in the carpet where the thing’s feet would’ve been. The first time he ever saw the burn marks were when I was with him there, and I can tell you that was the most genuine reaction you could possibly see out of a person. He doesn’t freak out easily, and he did. I have no reason to believe he’d lie to me about any of this, and he was dead serious when telling me the story. That combined with his reaction to the carpet marks solidified it for me. Something evil had been there.
2) My mother told me about a friend of hers who had an odd experience. Before they moved in, a baby died of crib death in the house’s nursery, which was now their storage room. The room always smelled like baby powder. Not strongly, but there was always a faint smell of it there. They just figured it was how the room naturally smelled, perhaps something in the paint, being a nursery room and all. They didn’t go in the room much, however, because they just kept useless stuff in there. One day they opened the door and looked through some things. They left the door open and went down to the kitchen. The smell of baby powder followed them to the kitchen. They got in their car to go to the store. Their car smelled faintly of baby powder. They went into the store and came back, and the car no longer smelled of baby powder, and when they got back home, neither did the storage room/nursery. Apparently the ghost baby just felt like taking a ride and then leaving.
3) My old house had some weird shit going on in it. It was built in the 1800s and you could tell the architecture was old, it even had the old-style skeleton key locks on every door. At night we’d hear footsteps on the stairs and the 2nd floor landing in the hallway. Sometimes we’d hear scratches at the door. We thought it was the cat, but sometimes it would happen when the cat was sleeping in one of the bedrooms, or outside. Another odd thing about the cat is that it would mysteriously be let inside in the middle of the night. We’d let it out, nobody would let it back in, but there it would be. We couldn’t find any conceivable passageway in the house that it could’ve gotten in.
We didn’t go in the basement much at all. We had a detached garage and the only way into the basement was through the garage. There wasn’t much room and it was a pretty low ceiling, so we didn’t really keep anything there. One day I got curious and went down there. There was a half-crumbled brick wall in the back, so I started knocking down parts of it. Behind it I found a black and white old-style portrait of an old balding man with a long beard. My friend and I tried to contact whatever was in the house with a Ouija board, but it never worked. I’ve always been skeptical in those things anyway. I figure if there’s any way to contact the dead, it’s not through a mass produced board game by Parker Brothers. So I put it on my dresser. One night there was a heavy wind blowing outside, and the power briefly went out. As the lights flickered, the picture fell off my dresser. High winds will do that kind of thing, except that there were no windows open, and the portrait was thick enough to stand on its own. Plus I had a book in front of it keeping it in place. I started hearing what sounded like branches scratching against the side of the house, but none of our trees were close enough to touch the house. I put the picture back in the basement after that.
When we moved out of the house, my mother took one last look in the doorway, and heard the top stair creak, as if it were saying goodbye to us.
4) My maternal grandmother’s side of the family has always been very psychic. My great-grandmother did readings on personal objects that people had before she died. My grandmother now does the same thing, and she’s been very accurate. She told my mother that she’d meet a red-haired rich man, and about 6 months later she started dating a man with red hair who had a lot of money. When he was still alive, my grandmother’s father saw a vision while working in his garage of his dead brother, who was cremated. His brother told him to not be cremated when he died, because all he can feel is eternal burning.
Also, my mother’s great uncle knew exactly when he was going to die, months in advance. He was ill, and when he was in the hospital, he kept talking about a ‘ship’ that was being built outside his hospital window. He’d talk about how they were building the hull, the decks, the masts, the sails, every part of it. He went on for months describing it. The last time his wife saw him, he said the ship was finished, and the Captain told him it was time to set sail. He died the day after he said that.
Crackwhorlioni
I have a reasonably boring ghost story. If you are not interested then do NOT read it! WARNING! DULL GHOSTS AHEAD!
I lived in a very old house around my freshman year in high school. Yes, a woman had died in it, but she was old and died of oldinitis or something like that, with her spinster sister, very dull.
I lived upstairs, on the second floor, there were two bedrooms there. One belonged to my stepsister who was at college, and the other was mine. Being gay and stupid and goth, I had my bedroom painted black, so it was very spooky.
Cut to! the ghost.
So, the second week or so of living there, I woke up around 1 amish, hearing some odd noises outside. I heard the distinct sound of a horse on cobblestone, which, if you’ve ever heard, is very distinctive. I hop up and start peering out windows, trying to find the source of said sound. Then I start hearing a woman singing, that kind of bored monotonous singing one does when one is working. That’s creepy, says I. Shortly thereafter, the singing stops and it sounds to me like the woman is calling in kids from playing outside. At that point I hear kids, probably boys, giggling and scuffling around. All of this is very vague sounding, and meanwhile I’m running from window to window trying to spot the source. There was a window on every side of the house upstairs, and I looked out them all and saw nothing. Keep in mind, this is a somewhat ritzy old-money neighborhood in the middle of town and the middle of the night. Needless to say, there is nothing in the street and I give up and go to bed.
I heard these almost exact same sequence of sounds two or three times a week until we moved (six months later). I made my little sister come up and stay with me a week and a half until she also heard them, so I’d have backup, and she heard them also. We recorded them and played them to my stepdad, who was a lunatic and didnt’ care. I still have the tape. It was very odd, very regular, and very very boring.
netwerk23
The house my grandparents live in was built before the civil war and has stood its ground for many many years. It was the house of a local merchant, but when the civil war came up many things changed in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania and for wahtever reason the house became an orphanage (sp?) for kids displaced by the war. I wish I could say “twenty eight children DIED in THERE!!! AAHH” but I can’t as nonody knows. Fast forward:
MY dad has (i think) one brother and two sisters. They, plus my grand parents, you know, lived i the house. Spooky things would happen every now and then. The entire family was once in the living room doing something family-ish and they all ehard the distinct sound of someone walking down the creaky old wooden stairs. No one thought anything of it at the time until later when they realized that they were all accounted for. They all swear it was the distinct sound of down-stairs-ing, but who knows. I wasn’t there for that (i think my dad was too young to even HAVE balls then), but I was for something else that happened.
I would spend two or three weeks with my grandma and grandpa each summer growing up. I had cousins in the area who were about the same age..anyways, There was always one door in the house taht was locked. It was on the second floor, in the library room taht was typically old-people-ly: potted plants, two copies of every national geographic, ever, books, an impressive collection of dust and ust-bunnies, etc. So, as a kid, it was great fun as there was lots and lots of stuff to look at. Like, for isntance, the door in the corner of the room that was locked. I asked Grandma once what was in there and she said it was a door to the attic stairway and not to play up there because it wasn’t clean (her excuse for everything).
I remember once trying the handle of the door and it opened. I was surprised, but I thought, cool! I finally get to see what’s forbidden! and thus started up the steps. In truth, it wasn’t dirty at all but quite clean. In the attic was a bunch of typical attic crap, boxes, board games, dust. I started exploring and came around a corner to find a perfectly-sized kids’ playhouse. The kind of old-world style that’s usually spelled with an “olde”. Really neat. Inside were lots of dolls and little toys and whatever. I played for a bit, got bored, came back downstairs and never really thought much about it.
Years later I learned that at one point those dolls had been my grandma’s prized collection. she had them all over the house (this is back when my dad was a kid) and they were strictly off limits to be played with. Some days, Grandma would wake up and come downstairs and find that the dolls had been rearranged. Other nights, they would be on the floor, looking very much like they had been recently played with. Either was, this was forbidden and the kids were sternly lectured. IT would keep heppening sporadically, maybe once every few months. Evetnually, the kids grew up and moved out and taht was that. But, the dolls were still getting moved around. Netiehr grandma nor grandpa were playing with dolls in the middle of the night….
So, Grandma decided that seeing as the kid ghosties liked the dolls, she’d give them their own paly room in the attic. After moving all the toys into the attic and locknig the door, the ghosties were no longer a nuisance. It’s unknown how I managed to get up there, the door was supposed to be locked, but no matter. They’re nice ghosts.
245-Trioxin
It started when I was three years old. One night I awoke to find a small child-like figure in my bed with me. He was about 2 feet tall and had the features of a small child, but its head was swollen well beyond a normal size. It was wearing a blue gown with the hands not visible at the end of the sleeves. It was moving its mouth and talking in gibberish. The figure was as real as I was, and it was surrounded by a kind of glowing haze. I ran to my parents’ bedroom and woke up my dad, but, of course, he told me to go back to sleep. So I returned to my room and now the figure was standing on my bed. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face and jumped on the bed. It was gone. That started something that would last the next 26 years.
I’ll condense the years up until 1990. Those appearances, while still frightening, never really made me feel threatened. During this period, which included teenage years, I saw the figure with the same frequency. My bedroom is located at the end of a hallway with 2 other bedrooms before mine. At the other end of the hallway is a landing that blocks the view to the steps. From my bed I could look out my door and down the hall to the landing and the top of the steps. I always knew right before the figure would appear, because the hair on the back of my neck would stand up and I would get uncontrollable chills. The figure would then appear either on top of the landing or come around the base of the landing and start down the hall toward my room. It never seemed to pay any attention to the other rooms at all. I would normally panic and either shut my door or run into my parents’ room and sleep on the floor. Imagine finding your 18 year old son curled up on your bedroom floor when you wake up in the morning. My parents and sister didn’t really fully believe that I was seeing this apparition. I also would stay up late, being the night person that I am, and watch TV. In my living room, we have the stairs that lead up to the 2nd floor. It has a wooden railing on it that goes the length of the last 4 steps. I would often see the figure on the steps watching me from the 3rd or 4th step and then disappear. The only real changes during this time period were that the figure was losing its color and becoming more transparent.
Now things will change drastically. A neighbor, with some knowledge of this sort of activity, told me to confront the figure and tell it to leave and never come back. I was to tell it that I was its power source and I was shutting off the power. I did this and enjoyed about a year of no sightings. Around this time, I told the story to my girlfriend of the time. She thought that its description sounded like a baby with water on the brain and still wearing its gown from the hospital. She thought that it was a lost soul trying to contact me to help it with some task, so that it could finally rest in peace. I started to look into the house’s history and my family’s. The house sits on land that was farmland and a dirt road only 150 years ago. The land was owned by one man and he had his farm and homestead around the area of my house (the main house of his estate is one block from my house and is still standing) My house is 40 years old and we are the 2nd family to live in it. The couple before us had no children that we know about. I have a sister 3 years younger than me and no other siblings. I have asked my parents if they had a child that died that I was unaware of, but they didn’t. So after all my checking, I found nothing that could explain the apparition.
After a week of thinking about the interpretation my girlfriend had given, guilt of banishing the figure overcame me. I asked it to come back one night and told it I would help it. The very next night the sightings started again , but with much greater intensity. I can say now, NEVER do what I did, once it’s gone, let it stay gone. The sightings would happen more frequently and sometimes they would terrify me. The figure looked the same but something was very different. I was sure what it was, but now there was another force in addition to the familiar figure. I began to see small black colored creatures which I can only describe as imps. They were solid black, 1-2 feet tall and ran around on all fours. They appeared mostly in the living room and coming from the hall closet.
Now to explain the rest of the house set up that pertains to the story. The man that lived here before us started to dig out a basement, but he never completed it. All that remains is a 3-4 foot crawl space accessible from outside the house. The hall closet was to be the stairs down to the basement. He had started making the stairs going down but he boarded it all up when he stopped digging the basement. The stairs going up to the 2nd floor are directly over the would-be basement step and the hall closet. So there are 2 ways from inside the house to access the crawl space, if you really wanted to, rip up the 3rd or 4th step of the stairs or knock out the back of the closet. I began to make the connection between where the figures appeared and where the access ways were.
The sightings got more intense and sometimes they even drove me from my house. Normally, my dog would sense the small figure and act funny when it was around, but now when the imps appeared my dog would be in a very deep sleep and I could never wake him up. I would either leave the house and stay over at a friends. Sometimes I would be knocking on her door at 2 a.m. terrified. Other times, if I was able to get between them and the steps, I would make a run for it to my room or my parents’ room, because, even these creatures would not venture in the bedrooms. My mother was noticing my moods and I had told her about the new happenings so she told me to get her the next time I saw the figure or imps. The next time I saw the figure upstairs coming down the hall, I ran into her room and woke her up. I led her out into the hall where the figure still was. I pointed to it and it began to back away and go down the steps. I chased it down to the 3rd step where it vanished. While she could not see it, she could tell by my eye movements that I was watching something moving across the hall and steps. I think that’s when my family started to believe a little.
I became used to these new additions because they never did any harm but they did make me feel very uneasy. The figure was becoming even more transparent. Certain lamps in the house would go on and off by themselves often with other witnesses around. I would hear the TV go on in the middle of the night when I knew no one was downstairs. I had theorized that the figure needed help to appear because it was slowly fading away. I assumed the imps were helping him, but the figure was still fading. I was waiting for a new addition to the cast, so the figure could still appear, since I still hadn’t figured out what it wanted me to do.
The sightings stopped again for a few months. I spoke with a parapsychologist , but then decided to leave well enough alone. I didn’t want things getting worse. I decided to go into the crawl space and check out the area under the stairs. I took my dog down there with me and I crawled to the area. There had not been anyone under there for years before this. I found an Old Maid playing card with not a bit of dust on it right under the 3rd step. We have wall to wall carpeting so this did not fall through the joints. I hadn’t seen that deck of cards for over 20 years, but here was one. It had one corner that looked like it had been dipped in acid, but the rest was in good shape. I took it and put in a pocket bible and put it in my car.
The sightings started again, only very small. I would call my girlfriend on the cordless phone and tell her it’s happening again and then walk upstairs while still on the phone with her. The next time was the worst of all. The figure appeared very bright, like it did years ago, but it didn’t look very happy. The imps appeared again but they were more bold this time. Then a 7 foot tall man- shaped black figure appeared. It looked like it was either made of smoke or some liquid. It looked semi-solid and you couldn’t see through it. At the same time, the room was filled with imps and a bearded old mans face took shape on the wall and started mumbling. The face was about 6 foot high and 4 foot wide. The familiar figure looked like it was sorry for doing this to me. I left the house and sat in my car until dawn.
I knew I had to confront this new entity and try to drive it away. I also figured that if it wanted me, it was going to get me either way, so I had nothing to lose. My sanity, life and maybe my soul were on the line and I honestly believed this was the only way to stop it before it branched out. I was the original power source, so I was going to shut off the power. The next night I prayed for protection and the strength to drive this evil away. I had a bible handy as I sat up as usual listening to my CD’s. About 2 a.m., I noticed my dog was in one of those deep, deep sleeps and I began to look around. The figure and the Tall black figure appeared along with the rest of the apparitions. I informed them in the calmest voice I could get at this time, that I was taking away their power and they had no hold on me or power over me. I told them I, my family and house was protected by God and they could not harm us. I walked right past the tall figure and the imps moved out of my way. I walked right up the steps and never looked back.
That was about 2 years ago and I have not seen them since. We placed a bible on the stairs and a cross in the closet to block off their entrances. I still feel there is a presence there that tries to get me to let in it. I still hear bumping and walking around, but the apparitions are gone, banished to the crawl space
toolboi
I have borrowers in my house. I mean this literally. I always have. When I was 10 in my old home (now my summer home) I bought a chocolate bar ( a rare occrance, there was only one store on the island and I rarely went there), which cost nearly $5 because it was some stupid “save the wild life” chocolate (the people on that island were such hippies). I ate half of it and saved the other half for after dinner, placing it on our book case. TO give an idea of how it looked, it was wrapped in foil so it was nice and shiny and was sitting on the book case right in front of books, no place it could go to.
After dinner I got up to get it and it was gone. I blamed my little sister who liked to do things like this, but she claimed that she didnt do it (and though I accused her, I knew that she hadnt, she just had that look in her eye). My dad decided to help me look for it, and we searched the entire book shelf, checked drawers, everything. Even my mother started searching, but no one oculd find it.
I gave up and started clearing the table, when suddenly I had this urge to go look, just once more. Sitting out in the middle of the bookshelf was the litle thing of tin foil.
Ok, so thats nothing special, but the one that freaked me out happened years later in a new home. I by this time was 100% sure that we had borrowers in the hosue (I kid you not, I do beleive this), and so I was always ready to stop looking for somethign in order to find it.
My folks were away and so I invited a friend over to watch some movies. Of note I wanted to rent “Jacobs Ladder” because I remember it being freaky as all hell, and still incredibly intelligent, thought provoking, and fun (I had seen it when I was 11 so my views were a little skewed). It was still good, but not that good. In fact it wasnt particularly scary.
I was on the couch near the chair, we had dumped our coats on the far end, and put on the movie (as well as turning out all the lights, of course.
Half way through the movie I put the VCR remote down on the couch next to me and focused my attention on the movie. All of a sudden my friend shouts “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!”, I ask what and he claims that he heard heavy breathing behind him. I laughed and said that the movie was getting to him and went back to watching.
Suddenly I hear what hes talking about, a heavy breathing, like a dog who feels threatened coming form the shadows behind the chair and under my computer table. I know that my friend isnt making the noise, I know him really well and can tell when hes fucking with me like that, but I dont trust my self. And so I laugh at my self as I know that at this point Im getting freaked out and my mind is making up the sounds. So I just continue to watch, ignoring the fact that Im scared (actually I was quite enjoying it).
Movie ends and I got to rewind the tape, yet I cant find the remote. I look around, i check all the cracks in the couch, we turn all the lights on and search under the couch, in the kitchen, by the TV, EVERYTHING. I know that I had it on the couch, and put it down there. Finally we say fuck it, I rewind it by hitting the rewind botton on the VCR and we start cleaning the place up a bit. I go to hand up the coats on the end of the couch, the coats that we hadnt touched since walking into the house, before we even turned on the TV, and sitting square under BOTH of them is the remote.
Needless to say, being on end from the movie and the supposed breathing had us a little spooked, but finding the remote under the jackets that neither of us had touched for ages freaked the living shit out of me.
Another one: My parents are hippies who came back form India in the mid eighties to raise me. When I was 6 we moved into this old run down house in White Rock BC owned by this kind old lady. It had a big front yard with a nice little pond that used to be surrounded by fireflies in the summer, and a nice big cherry tree. It was a wonderful place, but the plumbing in the hosue was AWFUL. My dad would be trying to fix it daily, but as soon as you fixed one thing another would break, and so on and so forth. The land lady admitted that the place did have rather bad plumbing (it was an old house).
One day my mother turns to my dad and says “I think we have a water spirit in the house”. So she takes some insence (sp?) down to the pond, and does a little mantra/prayr to the water spirit and asks if it can leave us alone. We never had plumbing problems again. Not even a drip. We lived there for 5 years. However when we moved out and the next people moved in (old friend of ours who had loved the place, and wed talked the land lady into renting to them) suddenly the pond its self started leaking through the soil, and the plumbing started acting up again.
Industria
Anyway heres my “ghost” stories, most of them we did eventually discover explanations for which makes em less scary but still worth telling.
A block away from my house there is a very large storm sewer that empties into a creek. It runs directly under a local cemetary. When I was a kid i dubbed it “the bat cave” because i was obsessed with batman. Years later we painfully discovered that it did, indeed, have bats in it. This place is absolute PITCH black even in the daytime, and sounds echo like a motherfucker. I’ve explored it probably a good 40 times now, and have reached the end on several occasions depending on how brave the people with me are. Here are some of the mysteries we encountered there, most of which have been solved.
The Sheet Of Death: Our very first time ever into the cave had some pretty eventful shit. We all knew that it ran undr a graveyard and were a little freaked out by this. Along the walls were some weird ass rust that always seemed to be wet and kind of looked like the goo the aliens make hives from in the Alien movies. We came upon a white sheet hanging off the wall with a huge deposit of this stuff underneath and small white things falling out of it. For about 10 seconds it looked like a very old dead body dripping decaying flesh and bones, before we realized it was a sheet hanging from a rusty pipe.
The graffiti: The cave is filled with an ever growing amount of graffiti, some added by me and my friends, others popping up on their own, making us believe we arent the only ones who explore the cave. Some of the more bizarre ones include “welcome to hell”, an odd series of backward counting roman numerals, a very detailed drawing of freddy kreuger with bloody hands, a drawing of a candy cane with an arrow and the words “kandy ahead”, and out of place among it all, a rage against the machine logo.
The bats: The bats seem to come and go. Most of the time you can go without encountering a single one, but occasionally it will be just full of them and they will mercilessly ram you as their sonar fails them. Of particular note was when my friend Tyler climbed a ladder to an unexplored part of the cave and fell 10 feet straigt down as a swarm of no less than 30 bats came down the ladder at him.
The dead fish: During one of our visits there wre occasional dead fish strewn across the floor. No big deal we though, just a raccoon or something. We turned a corner and i swear to god there were at least 200 eviscerated fish lying there. Two of the people we were with turned and ran back out. We never figured this one out, but ALL of the fish had been at least halfway eaten so if it was any animal it was a hell of a lot of them.
–more–
My friend had just moved over to a house by a power plant, which makes weird loud noises every half hour or so. I bring over some CDs and Twisted MEtal and Resident Evil for the ps1. His parents were ultra strict christians and hated violent video games so we had to wait until night to play these games. We played each for about an hour and were pretty on edge, so we went up to his upstairs room and traded football cards to relax. All of a sudden we hear this really fucked up sound that wasnt the power plant, it was an eerie low howl. Then we heard 2 very close gunshots. We run to the window and about 4 houses down there is a guy standing on his porch pointing a gun at something in the street. In the street is something that looks like a dog, but is fucking huge, almost as big as the car next to it. As we look, the fucking thing turns and looks us in the eyes. Its eyes were blood fucking red. This guy keeps shooting at it but it doesnt seem to care. We shut the fucking window and ran into his parents room and slept on the floor there. we went out the next day and looked at the street and there was no blood. We didnt feel like knocking on the door of the guy with the gun who may or may not have been the owner of a crazy mutant dog.
–mores–
I died in a dream once. It can happen, and obviously I am not dead since i’m posting about it. Also the dream was insanely fucked up and totally different from most of my dreams. Here is the dream:
As far as I remember it began with me being in the woods. I was looking at this small cabin outside of which a man and a woman in their early 20’s had an unidentifiable body on the ground. They had made an incision on its chest and were pulling its ribs out, not pulling out the entire rib cage but grabbing ribs and snapping them off. They had several dead bodies next to them and a large pile of ribs. After they finished killing this person they took all the ribs and made a gigantic picture frame out of them. Inside the frame they placed various bloody body parts from the victims. I was in full camo and had a walkie talkie but no weapons, i was apparently some sort of reconnaisance person. I radioed in to my walkie talkie that I had found the suspects. Within seconds two large cargo planes flew overhead and dropped about 40 soldiers. They were parachuting on the cabins location.
The couple outside the cabin placed the picture frame on the ground face up and began chanting. A beam shot out and completely engulfed the paratroopers. At first it appeared to do nothing, then all of their parachute cables snapped and their rate of falling accelerated to a ridiculous amount like they weighed 1000 pounds each. One by one they hit the ground with insane force, they all died very graphically, i saw leg bones being pushed up through torsos, bodies hitting the ground so hard the just sort of fell apart, etc.
Then my dream did one of those weird unexplained things where you are in a completely different place and the situaton is different but you somehow know everything that happened in between. I was standing in my backyard with my entire family. Apparently the killer couple were my brother and sister (not my real brother and sister, just according to the dream). We had somehow hunted them down as a family and had them contained in a metal cage. As we were trying to decide what to do with them I wandered too close to the cage and my brother pulled out a knife from somewhere and stabbed me in the gut. I fell to the ground and bled to death. I saw my spirit rise from my body and i saw my family beat my brother and sister to death when they saw what happened to me.
This is the only dream I ever had like this. I do have nightmares often, but theyre usually more like aliens are attacking my school and i have guns from resident evil sort of things. I have never had a dream with such explicit gore and death before. The only thing that tied this dream to me at all was when we were in my backyard it actually was my backyard in my house. My family did not look the least like any of my real family. It felt like it was a dream meant for someone else who used to live at my house.
LambChowder
I was at camp and we were at a site by a river. The counselor told us the History of the site and how some Miners died nearby. He started acting unusually nervous and said if we saw something we would go back right away (by canoe in the middle of the night). He told us all to get in our tents so we did. The kids and I in my tent could hear him and the other adult talking nearby at the fire. The fire was providing a light so you could see the shadow of anything outside of the tent that moved. A few minutes later the shadow of an adult out of nowhere appears on the tent surface. You could clearly make out a helmet with a flashlight and some gear by his waist. It only lasted a few seconds, and I didn’t know what to make of it. I wasn’t scared, mostly because I suspected it to be elaborate, but during this moment the counselors were still talking (the voice wasn’t louder to indicate he was nearer). Everyone there was too young so I doubt it was a third person.
bslatimer
In the 60’s, when my mom was 16 she started studying the bible and learning about god from my aunt. My aunt taught her that playing around with the occult and ghosts and such was wrong and can be very dangerous… fast forward a little while. My mom is at a sleep over with 5 other girls and one of them brings a Ouija Board and they decide to play with it. At first they can’t get it to work but when they pass it to two other girls it starts moving by itself. They ask the name of the spirit and it spells out E-V-E. My mom, remembering what my aunt had taught her, starts to get really scared and asks if they can do something else. When they refuse, she goes in the other room and starts praying. After an hour or so, one of the girls comes and gets her and tells her that they had put it away. When she gets back to the other room no one is very talkative and no one seems to be having any fun. She asks what happened and no one says anything, until finally one of the girls speaks up and says that they were asking where “Sarah” would be in the year 2000 and it spelled out D-E-A-D. They asked where “Jane” would be in the year 2000 and it spelled D-E-A-D. After it did the same with the 3rd girl I guess no one else wanted to play with it any more. Nothing like a little Mortality check to kill the mood of your slumber party. Anyway… fast forward to present. My mom says that of the 3 girls the spirit fortold would die, she kept in contact with 2 as she got older, and as we speak, they are in fact, dead. One from Cervical Cancer and one in a Car Accident. It gave me the willies when she told me this story.
Aeon
This is my story, not someone else’s that I’m relating:
I’m a skeptic — paranormal things are out of my range of belief. As a gag, when I was with my friends at the Barnes and Noble, I bought the Necronomicon. Yeah, that’s right, the cheesy paperback novel with the runes in it that Lovecraft seemed to mention a lot. Anyways, I flipped through, maybe read some chapters, but ultimately tossed it aside and forgot about it.
Well, last year’s Halloween, I wasn’t at a party. My mom was asleep, my dad was on a business trip, and both of my sisters were at college. So it was basically me alone handing out candy to the little kids. The trick-or-treaters eventually stopped coming as it got late, and there wasn’t anything worth watching on TV. I was pretty bored so on a whim I pulled out the Necronomicon.
I can’t believe I actually I actually did. I mean the whole thing is pretty ridiculous, with all the procedures and the “incantions” (Ia! Ia! Remember!). I foundnd the part about raising a spirit of some sort and go through the whole shmeal. I won’t get your hopes up — nothing happened, as I expected. Still, it was kind of fun in a weird sort of way.
I took a shower, and got ready to go to sleep. One thing about me — I generally fall asleep listening to music. I turn on the radio (105.9 the X) and fall asleep while Nirvana’s Lake of Fire plays… Well, sometime in the night I’m awakened by a loud staticy sound. For all you Tool fans out there, it was kind of like the last track on Lateralus. Words were being spoken, mostly undiscernable, but I seemed to have heard “..are you there?” or something like it. Now as you can probably imagine, I was terrified. Gradually the static and words died down and it went back to some other song at a lower volume.
I was still tense, but I laughed. After all, this is a huge radio station, it’s Halloween night, and it was probably just a prank.
…Or was it?
Senile kitty
Ghosts have always intriuiged me, but i’d never experienced one ever. Nothing slightly paranormal, up until about a month ago. My friend Marty has a house that is supposedly haunted. Being skeptical I never really beleived the stories, most of them tame.
The house is in front of these woods in a small neighborhood next to the airport… it’s a fairly big home. Two stories and a balcony that looks out into the woods in the backyard which is a cool view, but can be creepy at night. Anyway, people who had been to his house alot or spent the night had experienced some of the stuff that went on.
The kind of paranormal activity wasn’t so blatant that you’de say “OMG GHOST”, but it was definatly there. Things would dissapear frequently, and reappear in the same place days later. Marty would often leave things such as his guitar in his room, and upon returning home from work, it would be gone. Vanished. A little while later in the evening, it was right back where he left it. The father smokes quite a bit, he would leave smoking cigarettes on the counter ash tray while he did something and when he turned back around to pick it back up it would be completely gone, no sign of smoke or anything. My friend Brian had also noted hearing tapping on the windows (these are upstairs windows that face the front of the house, theres no way that anything could tap on them in such a way) and hearing hoarse whispering at night. My friend Brian isn’t the kind of guy that’s into paranormal stuff either, he doesn’t even beleive in any kind of religion… only logic. So that surprised me that even he backed up the claims. Marty’s girlfriend also backed up Marty’s story about how they were having sex in his room on the couch, and they both saw a grey kind of apparition of a woman run inhumanly fast across the room and dissapear. That was one of the only incidents of actually seeing a ghost in the flesh.
Well I finally got a chance to spend the night at his house, we planned on smoking a few bowls that night with our friend and play Counter-strike. I had forgotten about the ghost stories surrounding his house until his dad came upstairs and said told us that he was going to bed and that if I heard anything it was normal and the ghost doesn’t do anything bad. It made me feel uneasy hearing it straight from his father. We hadn’t smoked anything yet, we were just playing Counter-strike on the network of two computers. One in Marty’s room, and one in the study. I was in the study playing when I noticed a shadow move across the wall in front of me, almost like a light under a fan would. Thinking that’s what it was, I looked up but remembered there was no fan in the room. So I decided it was probably just a car passing on the road outside and the street light had cast a shadow through the window. I kept playing, but it happened again, this time the shadow stopped about half way and went back… that really freaked me out. I knew a car didn’t move like that, it moved more like a shadow of an animal or person would be… but I was alone in the study. I went to the window and opened the blinds, and I saw that the street lights WERENT EVEN ON. That was the only explanation of the shadows I had, and nothing else could have caused them. I moved out of the study and joined them in the other room.
The other thing that stuck out in my mind was when we left a lighter and an ice pick on the desk in the study, going into the other room to get some tin foil, and returning to see that the ice pick and lighter were gone. We had to stumble through the dark all the way back downstairs and saw that the ice pick was BACK in it’s holder! And the lighter dissapeared completely. We didn’t find it for the rest of the night. Strange.
Hellraiser
As for ghost stories, I’m actually in the middle of a “strange” experience of late. Although I think it’s my mind messing me up after a period of heavy depression.
All this shit started happening a a few months back,a nd it is mostly though dreamns (though they have a VERY physical effect on me). I’ve actually told my friends about this and they predicatbly see it as funny. Basically it all started when the folks left for a weekend break a couple of months ago. The first night was fine. I stayed up pretty late, so when I did go to sleep it was a nice deep sleep. I woke up the next day still feeling tired, but went about my normal day.
Later in the afternoon I had the TV on lying on my sofa and I “think” I nodded off. I’m still not too sure. The best way I can describe it is like a tunnel in time. After a while I heard a noise outside my door, then the door opened slightly. Me being the spinless shit I am froze ont he sofa. I wouldn’t move to check. Then I seemed to wake up and the door was fully shut. Again I carried on lying there, when it opened again, but fully this time. Next thing you know I “appeared” to wake up and the door was shut again. Once more I was just lying there getting slightly freaked now. I honestly didn’t know if I was asleep and dreaming or awake and had witnessed something weird. Again I heard noises from behind the still closed door. Once more the door opened, only this time there was someone standing there looking at me. As quickly as the figure appeared, the door was fully shut once again and now I WAS completely weirded out. I turned the computer on and opened the window (ground floor room+ big window= quick exit). Nothing else happened till that evening. I honestly to this day can not figure out what was happening to me and the fucked up timeframe I was in.
Later that evening I didn’t want to sleep. I’d been fine all day since the earlier experience, but when it came to bed time, I felt cold. I eventually forced myself into bed at around 5am. I slowly started to doze off, BUT, my body started to feel like it was shaking voilently all over like something was trying to get inside me. I didn’t really believe in the supernatural, but the first thing I thought of in my mind is “You’re not taking my body.” Again it’s weird that I’d think such a thing. I couldn’t move whilst my body felt like this, and my ears were buzzing like hell. Eventually I snapped out of it and sat there under my covers (ahhh saftey) sweating for what seemed like an eternity). The feeling of having someone attempt to claim my body continued a couple of times after that before I awoke and it was mid afternoon the next day. I got up and started getting ready for the remainder of the day. Went in my bathroom, then closet and then logged on to the net for a quick browse. It’s then I realised ALL the lights in my room were on. I definately hadn’t turned them on, and I didn’t originally turn them on because it was mid afternoon and already very light in my room. Needless to say I was very very freaked out and went out for the day just to be away from the house for a while.
The next night I slept fine and thankfully my parents came back. Stranger things are randomly happening now, and there’s the odd occassion where I really don’t know whether I am dreaming or wide awake (as the times when I feel like this are always in the surroundings of my room). The next strange occurance is the fact that on a number of occassions our family dog, who will not go down stairs for some reason has clawed at my door (after actually forcing itself down the stairs it won’t go down without someone carrying it) and I’ve let her in. She’s then slept on the sofa next to my bed. These are the only times she’s been in my room. At first I thought nothing of it, until one night I heard the clawing at my door so got up to let her in. The thing is, the dog wasn’t there. I walked upstairs and she was fast asleep in her usual place. I DEFINATELY heard that… I’m sure of it. I went back into my room and it seemed to click that te dog coming down of its own accord was very very very strange. I went back to bed, and heard foot steps down the stairs. I was virtually crapping myself now. I reluctantly opened my door and there was nothing there. Again I checed for the dog and she was still sound asleep. I didn’t sleep at all that night.
That was around a month and a half ago. Since then I’ve had the feeling of someone trying to take over my body many times. Eac time I feel fully awake and aware, but unable to move due to the voilent shaking that comes over, and each time the only thing that seems to function is the thought in my head of “Get out! leave me alone.” I’ve also started having some very bad nightmares. They seem so vivid each time and last all night. They all start the same way. I’m just nodding off and I hear voices in my head… just whines, sometimes screams, sometimes horrible horrible interference. Once I hear that, I know the night will be horrible.
The most recent nightmare night I had was two days ago. They started around 3pm. I “seemed” to be in control of what was going on in my head (whether I was dreaming or fully concious during it I don’t know). I’d nod off and instantly be in what I’d say was a normal dream. Then it happened, I felt the the shaking begin, though this time in my “dream” I could here the voices (sometimes it does seem to say something, but I can never recall what)… and the next thing you know, the dream is absolutey terryfying. My body cannot move, my “dream” has gone pearshaped and voices are crying out in my head. I then seemed to wake up, but again I don’t know whether I was ever asleep, still dreaming or what is happening. This process happened all night long. Appear to fall asleep into a normal dream, have my body fall off into some place I really hate, have my “dream” seem to deteriorate, tehn appear to be awake. The only difference is, that night, other than the period where the “nice” dream started, I constantly felt like I something was trying to “evict” me from my body.
Many times I wanted to scream out and get my folks to come down… and even at one point was all set to run up to my parents room and sleep on the floor (I feel pathetic aat 21 saying that, but I honestly felt in danger and helpless). I would have done so, but I could not talk or move, not through fear (heck the fear would have made me), but through physical and mental inhability to do so. I was so glad the next morning to get up for work, but I was shattered. I felt like I hadn’t slept at all (god knows if I did). the strange thing is, all these experiences see so vivid in my mind, but when I try to remember what I was doing in the dream, I can’t remember anything other than the noise. imagery and the shaking taking over what ever it is I was dreaming about. As a side note, I’ve had many nightmares before the above one, this is just the most recent and most serious IMO.
I’m far from depressed now , in fact I’m probably at an all time high most of the time. Most of the above hasn’t worried me at all as I put it down to the period coming out of heavy depression, but the night two nights ago has really made me start to wonder what is happening to/ around me. I’d actually made light of having a “ghost” in my room/ hall and laregely making myself think if anything did exist and wanted to hurt me, it would have done so by now. but as the night go by and the nightmares get worse and seriously cross over into reality, I’m beggining to change my view. It’s hard to explain because when I am in an “experience” I am sure 100% that something supernatural is happening, but during normal times I was virtually convinced it’s an after effect and explainable. Now my view is changing drastically and quickly.
fuctifino
I have quite a few experiences, but have never been long term freaked out by them. I never see anything, but I feel presences and hear voices. If I do see anything, it is normally a vision that is projected by the entity…. not the entity itself….
ONE (“Guardian angel”)
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I used to have a spirit guardian up until the age of 11 or 12. I still have him now, and we sometimes communicate but we have kind of drifted apart. I never saw him as a physical entity, but I felt his presence, and heard his voice.
When I was younger, he would instruct me, advise me and was basically there as a parental-type figure and was a good substitute to my then workaholic parents. It was only through deep-hypnosis meditation that I was finally able to communicate with him fully. Whoever thinks that angels do not exist are wrong
TWO (“Lost relative?”)
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I spent a day in St.Germans in Cornwall – a very ancient, tiny hidden village. I was walking through the overgrown graveyard just for the hell of it, and I kept hearing a voice….
“Look… keep searching…. you haven’t found it yet”….
I thought…WTF?…. So I started walking off of the path, and was cutting through the brambles, trying to read the names of the graves…. all the time, I kept hearing the same repeteition:
“Keep searching… you havent found it yet. Look”….. and “You are getting closer”…… etc. etc.
I finally uncovered one gravestone, and it was a Wyatt (my surname) who died in the early 1800’s. A very bizarre name for cornwall, when most of the gravestones belong to one of the two fammilies that lived in the hamlet….
The presence stopped as soon as I uncovered the grave. It was as though he just wanted a bit of recognition.
I never did write down his details to check up on him.
THREE (kind of scary – “attempted possession”)
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At Uni – chilling out between lectures after dinner, lying on bed, half listening to the TV with my eyes closed:
I heard breathing….. imitating mine. I was incredibly intreagued. I kept holding my breath at random intervals, trying to catch it out, and sure enough, the breathing continued for a second or two before stopping. All the time, the sound became louder and louder, and the feeling of the presence in the room became stronger.
I had just stopped breathing again, and caught the entity out…. and there was silence….. All of a sudden, this thing was over me. It breathed out on my face – I felt the warmth, the smell…..and the force of the exhalation…. and thats when all the shit started to happen….
All that I can remember is that I was completely paralysed, with my back arched… I was unable to scream, cry out, but was very strong in trying to block the attack. My stomach was bubbling… so much so that bile was shooting out of my open mouth…..
This lasted for about a minute…. when I finally let out a scream and the entity just gave up and dissapeared. I was a mess after that… white, shaking….
I had some serious healing and protection after that incident – crystal healing with one of the SW’s best healers…. as soon as I walked into her house, she and her colleague said “I can sense the presense – cant you?”….(this was before I had explained what had gone on)….,
I had been stupid, and done shit that had attracted the entity to me. Luckily for me, I have a strong soul and a strong will…. he was no match for me
After my experience of attempted posession, the entity did return a number of times during the months afterwards. There were times when I heard its breathing imitating mine, but whatever protection I was given by Vivian (last name Westwood? or am I mixing her up with someone else) seemed to keep it at bay. My father visited my room one day, and could not stay…. it was only a year afterwards, when I told him my experiences did he confide in me that he felt something too….
Anyway, the memories and the continued breathing taunts was enough to keep me a physical and mental wreck – so much so, that it was due to this that I flunked my final year at Uni. One day, I had enough, and in the space of 24 hours, I had left Uni, signed on the dole and moved into a new apartment.
It did not find me until a few months… but it did find me. It was then that I started hearing his voice. It was a seriously fucked up voice…. and if I did not know my mind better, I would have said that I was suffering from schizophrenia. Although I cant remember exactly what he said, it was things like “Fucking loser…. I’m gonna fucking kill you….”…. really basic, vulgar profanities. Quite pathetic looking back on it.
It was the times when I was just drifting off into sleep when it would attack. Once I reawoke in a dream state after drifing off on my sofa. I got out of the sofa (in my dream) and proceeded to put on Floyd’s “The Wall”…. I sat back down, rolled a joint, and started listening to the CD for the millionth time. The music started warping… slowing down…. almost as though it was going through a filter. I got up, opened the CD, checked it etc… and played it again. After a few minutes, the same thing happened. So I proceeded to stand up and move to the sofa…. thats when it happened.
“SHUT UP! SIT DOWN!!!”
I was knocked in the stomach, and flew back onto the floor. I then felt both of my wrists and my ankles being grabbed hold of, and a sense of flying through space….. I was screaming… yet I was hearing everything seconds after the sounds left my mouth…. towards the end, it was like a 30 second lag… very very strange to describe it in words.
All the time, these things had hold of my arms and legs. I was taken to a place that I can only describe as a black space, devoid of any goodness, and full of evil hate. Things were babbling at me in a language that I could not understand….. All the time (and my neighbour confirmed this the next morning), I was screaming…. I felt the astral cord connecting me to my body becoming more stretched…. weaker….as though it were going to snap. That was when I thought ‘Fuck…. I’d better do something about this’….
I then remembered a trick that someone told me. If you are ever in an astral state, and want to return to your body, try to move your small toe. So I did it… I focussed everything on my small toe…. trying to make it move. It took what seemed to be a minute or so, but I did it. One little wiggle, and I was back down again. Lying on the sofa, covered in sweat…..
It happened quite a few times afterwards – this fucker of an entity was not willing to give up easily – similar dream states….. breathing games…. voices in my ear just before I drifted to sleep….
3 months afterwards, and a lot of advice, the thing gave up.
Astroman
I’m not sure about just how serious the shit around me is, I’ve never seen anything major. But I’d definietely say my family is attuned to psychic and ghostly phenonmena.
My mom believes in the paranormal. When she was in college she used a Oujia board to divine the name of a ghost in her dorm–Edward–that shook beds and rattled hangers in the closet…and apparantly just dug hanging out in a girls dorm. Not a bad afterlife, no?
My aunt Betty Jean (my father’s sister) saw ghosts in my house, out of the corner of her eye, at the foot of her bed whilst sleeping…before she killed herself and nearly took her kids with her. I was always told she was cleaning my uncle’s gun when it accidentaly went off…years later, in college, I was shocked to find it was a suicide…supposedly from postpartum depression, and that it was in front of my young cousins, who she nearly did in as well. Even more scary…my younger brother claimed to me last week that she was preggers again, and that she fired the gun into her stomach…though I’ve yet to confront my mom about that.
My brother has been delving into psychic phenomena lately, including out of body shit, contacting spirits, and lucid dreaming, and claims to be quite successful, and that he now sees and eye in front of him all the time which he could use to enter the dream world. My mom, who is normally a believer in this stuff, isn’t too thrilled. He claims to have brought demons into thier house and mine.
My house is over a hundred years old, we’ve owned it since the 20s. My father owns it now, I have lived there for 9 years, my parents live elsewhere. My brothers live there when in school. All my great-grandparent’s on my dad’s side died there. Now, I’ve never seen much, but there has been some stuff. There’s a spot on the floor in the back living room, which I used as my bedroom for years, where a pipe is capped off, sticking out of the floor. I would hear loud banging coming from under the floor in the middle of the night, but I could see nothing. Beneath is just a crawl space, only accessable from a creepy hole in the basement wall…the back two rooms are an addon from the 20s or so. I learned to ignore the noise, which I never heard in the day, and I haven’t heard it since I moved into the next room over. I did this because the room got very cold in the winter, so cold that ice formed on the inside of the windows, no matter how well I taped the edges up.
I hear the sounds of the sink being turned on and water running through the pipes upstairs. Not so odd with my father renting out the top floor to this old guy. But very odd since he moved out 2 years ago, and I still hear the noises, and those rooms are empty and unused. This happens all day, most every day. I can’t even imagine why water would be moving upstairs on it’s own…there aren’t even radiators up there.
My brother’s friends, who are also into this spiritual stuff with him, came up to the house a few times. This girl Jen claimed she saw a demon or evil spirit in the house and won’t come back. My brother claims he saw it sitting on the living room couch. Now I’ve never seen anything myself, but I do get sleep paralysis sometimes, where I can’t wake up and feel there something about to get me. But since I’ve had it in hotels hundreds of miles away I discounted it. But one night after I was told about the spirit I was dozing off in the living room. I was suddenly very creeped out. I had to turn the lights on and fall asleep watching “Desperado” on my portable DVD player…figuring that if anything tried to manifest itself, that it sure as hell wouldn’t be able to while confronted with modern lights, technology, and the nice, calm modern humor of Tarantino telling the pissing joke…it was my way of warding I guess.
–more–
1. “A forestry service employee reported seeing several people in hooded black robes near Cove Creek in Blaine County, Idaho, one day in September 1975. The following day a number of mutilated cattle were found in the area, and police launched an unsucessful search for the supposed cultists. On October 9th a motorist told police that he had been driving along U.S. Highway 95 in northern Idaho at about 3:30 AM when he encountered some 15 masked people forming a roadblock with linked arms. He managed to turn his car around and escape.”
OOOHHH, scary, cattle mutilations! No, that’s not scary. What creeps me out is this: imagine driving alone a desolate road in the wee small hours, and coming upon a group of hooded black robed figures silently blocking the road…yikes! I dunno why, but I get chills right now thinking about it…and even more so when I’m driving down desolate roads late at night.
2. There’s a shitload of stories involving farmers disappearing in their fields, like: “Orion Williamson was a farmer near Selma, Alabama. One day in July 1854 he got up from a chair on the farmhouse porch, and set out across a field to bring his horses in from the pasture. His wife and child watched from the porch, and on the far side of the field two neighbors riding by waved to him. Before their very eyes, Williamson vanished.” There are a few others, and I’m not sure if it was this guy or some other guy who did the same thing (it’s in a book I can’t find right now) and his family searched and searched, found no holes or anything, and many years later someone in the field heard him crying, from nowhere, faintly for help, but saw nothing. Spooky interdimensional rift or captured by the Mole People? Creeps me the fuck out. Similar is: “On Christmas Eve, 1909, 11 year old Oliver Thomas of Rhayader, Wales, went into the yard for water (at night) and cried out, “Help! Help! They’ve got me!” His footprints ended halfway to the well.”
–morey–
OK, a few days ago I was telling of some freaky happenings to myself and my family, and I pretty much laughed off my prior cases of sleep paralysis as being harmless…but something bad happened a few days ago.
I was at my parents’, a fairly new house in a suburban neighborhood. Both my brothers were there too, so I had to sleep downstairs. I turned off the light in the living room and tried to fall asleep in the recliner.
The room was competely black. Pitch as all get out. But I get a creepy feeling that I can see something…a kind of black miasma swirling off to my left in the blackness. I close my eyes, open them, close them…it’s always there, the only difference is when my eyes open I can see the lights on the VCR.
After a few minutes of ignoring this, I try to turn on the light. A creeping fear has been coming over me, and I’m scared as hell to move. I finally slowly reach for my glasses and try to reach over as fast as I can and switch out the lamp plug from with the PS2 plug that’s already in the socket and quickly turn on the light…nothing.
The light now shining right in my face makes it impossible for me to sleep. So I move to the couch. That’s when things start getting worse.
I could feel a presence in the room…as I drifted off to sleep, I would feel I was losing control of my body, finding it difficult to move. And I had an overwhelming feeling of fear. I’d been through this before, and logically knew it was the symptoms of sleep paralysis, but that didn’t help. All I could think about was how my crazy brother is into Astral Projection and all this shit, and how once he said he summoned a demon to my parents’ house. What if he was upstairs messing around, and something bad had gotten into the house?
I “heard” in my head a rushing sound, like the roaring of air, but it wasn’t in my ears,it was in my mind. I tried to fight it, but it only got worse. I soon became terrified. I remember that ghosts don’t like the Lord’s Prayer. I’m not particularly religious, but I give it a shot.
I try to dredge up the memories of being a 10 year old Catholic…”Our Father, who Art in Heaven…” I try to remember, and slowly it comes to me. As I start to think it, the roaring subsides, but when I falter or misthink a line, it comes back with angry force. (Note: as I’m typing this, my parents’ dog is barking for no reason downstairs…)
I stumble over the last few lines…then they come to me…”lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…Amen.” (Oh, snap, my mom and my brother are leaving for the grocery store, now I’m here alone, typing in a darkening room upstairs…) The roaring comes back at me, and I begin trying to say the prayer aloud…I’m half awake, not able to move, and I can hear myself uninteligbly mumbling faster and faster. At one point I can feel my arms begin to move of their own accord, as if I’m leaving my body and someone…or something is taking over. I snap back, continue my holy assault. At another point I think I hear someone in the kitchen, get the feeling someone turned the light on and opened the cabinet…I think it’s my brother.
Finally I’m able to wake up and throw my glasses on…turn around. The kitchen is dark.
I figure, “fuck this” and turn on the TV, letting the bland sanity of infomercials and late night programming sooth me. It’s now 4:00 in the AM, it’s time for Perspectives, I have to get up in 2 hours and have had about an hour of good sleep. Van-tastic. I now must try not to fall asleep.
I feel asleep…
This happens over and over. I head back to the recliner, fall asleep, get creeped out, and wake up. Once I see before me, in my mind, a letter. It has scrawled on it a name and address I don’t recognize…in horrid handwriting, like what an old person with Alzheimers would do…or like one of those badly written messages from the dead. I knew it was the latter. I notice it was torn on the side, so I try to open it, and I hear a horrible old ladies voice cackling over and over “OPENTHELETTER!!OPENTHELETTER!!OPENTHELETTER!!OPENTHELETTER!!!!” At which point I figure, well if YOU want me to open it, it’s probably a bad thing, so screw you.
I wake up again. The next time I fall asleep, everything is changed. I am outside, on a deck. There’s people around, including a cute 20something brunette, dressed in pink…modern clothes, shorts and a tshirt. I notice that her and the others are a bit suceptable to…suggestion. Quickly figuring this is one of those dreams you can control, I “suggest” she get nekkid, and she does, and I have some of the most mindnumbing, realistic dream sex I have ever had…multiple times. I woke up to my alarm clock right when I was starting a second round of threesome action with her friend. Succubus? Perhaps, but she didn’t get all dead or demon or freaky on me…
The next night…nothing. Slept fine. I’m kinda getting creeped out right now…good thing I’m about to bail and go to NYC with some friends tonight to see a comedy show.
kazmeyer
I woke up from an extremely screwy nightmare one night at about 2:30am. In it, I was out with two of my friends, and we had found some sort of quarry we were exploring. Toward the bottom of it, there was a cave that seemed to be much darker than the evening light should account for. There was this black mark on the rock wall next to it, kind of a funny shape, and now that I try to think of it I can’t even visualize the damn thing. We went inside to take a look around, and the next thing I knew, I was looking at my headless corpse collapsing to the ground. Cue wakeup and bitten off scream. Son of a bitch hurt too. Didn’t think you were supposed to hurt in dreams.
I hop on the local BBS (yeah, back in the day) because there’s no fucking way I’m sleeping now. The two friends who were with me in the dream are online.
Sidian: Hey Murph, what’s up?
Snoopy: Another night owl, eh?
Me: Yeah, had this really fucked up dream. What are you guys doing up? Sid, don’t you have work tomorrow?
<uncomfortable silence>
Turns out the three of us had the exact same dream. Down to the weird mark on the wall. Creepy.
It got worse when, about three months later, the two of them were driving with two other mutual friends, and they were looking for some place to hold a big outdoor party. They found a quarry about ten or fifteen miles outside of town, and upon exploring it discovered a really odd cave at the bottom of it. With a black mark on the wall next to it.
Cue 50-yard dash to the car. They wouldn’t explain what was going on until they were miles away from that place. They never did take me, no matter how many times I asked.
BrideOfUglycat
My stories aren’t very exciting, so I’ll start with the earliest. When my sister was very little and just learning to talk, she would tell my mother and I stories about her life before she was Rachel, when she was a little 14 year old girl who lived in California. I believe her name was “Elizabeth” then. She would go into grat and glorious detail about life in California, and what she did back there. She also told us she remembered when she was an “angel” and flew around in heaven. Now, if you ask her about it she has no idea what your talking about.
When I was at Saint Mary’s College (out there by Notre Dame), I lived in a section of the dorm on the 3rd floor called 3rd Infirmary. It was called Infirmary, because when it was a convent, that’s where the Infirmary was. The dressers they have there are all built into the wall and the top dresser has a nifty little trick of folding open. It used to be a medical tools drawer apaprently. Anyhow, to get back to the story, my room was haunted, or at least had a ghost who visited frequently. She used to drop things from a height at night. I’d go to bed and hear her throwing coins, bags, whatever around the room. One night I asked her to please not do that anymore and I heard no more stange noises for the rest of the year.
Peckerwood
But, when I was a very little boy of 4 years, I lived in an old house in the burbs with a garage that was located beneath my room. The garage was full of old tools, assorted junk, and some old furniture including a hand-made wooden bench from the first decade of the 1900s. My great-grandfather made the bench for my great-grandmother and she is said to have sat on it very frequently while knitting. The bench was in a highly visible part of the garage, near the door.
One day my sister (4 years my senior) and I left the house through the garage and were playing in the backyard, laughing, having a great time. I distinctly remember looking over at the garage and seeing something out of place, doing a double take, and suddenly seeing a lady with greyish skin and an old black dress with her hair pulled back in a bun sitting on the bench, smiling, staring straight at me with very penetrating eyes, while doing something with her hands that looked like knitting.
I gasped and stopped to stare- my sister then noticed the lady and saw exactly what I saw. I was bewildered and turned to ask my sister who that was and my sister looked at me, clearly startled, and said she didn’t know. When I turned to look at the garage, the lady was gone. My sister and I ran up to the kitchen door where my mom was and asked her if there was supposed to be someone visiting- when my mom said no, and we told her what we’d seen, she didn’t believe us. In fact, she didn’t think much of the story at all, until my sister and I brought it up again 17 years later and independantly recounted the same story to her. After the three of us discussed it, we decided that it was probably my great-grandma come to see us.
That wasn’t the only time I saw her, but it was the only time that two people saw her at the same time. Both my sister and I saw her at different times, different places throughout our childhood- sometimes it was quite frightening. For instance, one time I saw her when I was walking through the woods to my friends house. She was just standing off beneath a tree, motionless, smiling. I haven’t seen her now for many years.
–more–
I had something strange happen to me in college. It was a chilly, wet November afternoon, a Tuesday, and most of the leaves had already turned and fallen from the trees. I had no classes and decided to take a drive up into the mountains and go hiking- I was training to hike the Appalachian Trail at the time and regularly hiked 10 and 20 mile sections of the trail with a 40 pound pack on my back. That day I planned to climb a popular 2 mile trail which led to an overhanging rock with a gorgeous view of the Shenendoah valley. Of course, in the rain there was no view but I needed to get accustomed to being wet and cold. I won’t mention the name of the trail for now.
I drove past the old homesite high on the ridge where colonial families lived and pulled into the parking area to begin my climb. I did not see a single other car, bike, hiker, or person the entire drive up and the muddy parking lot showed only one set of tire tracks- mine. The climb up was tedious and I slipped twice, getting completely covered in mud and banging up my knee. When I was about 3/4 of the way to the top I entered a cloud- my entire world was reduced to a foot of visibility in a milky white/grey vapour.
Standing atop the rocks at the top I entered a meditative mindset and sat down on a rock to take in the experience. It was cold, wet, I couldn’t see a thing, but somehow it was very tranquil and beautiful- all alone on a rock in a cloud. Then, I got the willies.
A feeling of fear passed over me in a wave and I stood up suddenly, tense and rigid. Silence. The most silent you’ll ever be- not a bird or a car, just an occasional puff of wind. And then, I hear a cackling woman’s laugh and a chorus of voices, children’s voices, giggling in a sing-song carefree way. The voices were coming from below, then from above, (Impossible) and suddenly all around me as if I were in a circle. I was utterly terrified because somehow the voices were coldly indifferent or malicious, like the predatory call of a wild animal, and they definitely shouldn’t have been happening there.
I quickly shouldered my pack, nervously fingered my knife to make sure it was within reach, and hauled ass down the mountain, certain that at any moment a little kid would dart out of the mist and scare me or do something worse- I don’t know, but I was scared as hell. I reached my car in record time after sliding on my ass down a slick steep slope and hurriedly stashed my gear and started up the engine. As I was pulling out, I noticed that there were no other wheel tracks in the mud of the lot, and I hadn’t seen a single other person on the descent. The voices continued to giggle and laugh the whole way down the trail, all 45 minutes of it. There was no one else on the mountain that afternoon and I can still think of no good reason why I would have heard those voices. I know they were there, and I know that I heard them- but it was impossible.
Xealous
Phone rings about 1am in my room. Nothing out of the ordinary there, friends call and wanna know why I dropped out of a multiplayer game or whatever. I pick up the phone, get no answer. I get angry, thinking I’ve been pranked, and yell telling them I’m going “beat some ass, hardcore” when I get my hands on them. *Click*
Another phonecall. I pick it up. “(Lastname) residence, what is it?” *clicking and a faint phone conversation* “Ok, motherfucker, it wasn’t funny the first time. I’ll be unplugging my phone after the next call.”
This is about the time I get a good idea of who it might be. I run through the list of likely culprits and decide to call my friend who lives a few blocks away. I pick up the phone. No dialtone whatsoever. At this point, I’m thinking that I didn’t hang up the phone right last time I picked it up. So, getting angry at my own stupidity and at the prankster, I was yelling at the phone.
“Fuck you as…*BRUMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPZZZZZZZZAPAPAPPAPAPAPPARAZ*
The noise the phone made was deafeningly loud; It quite literally hurt my ear. To put some perspective on it, watch The Mothman Prophecies. After Richard Gere finishes talking to the mothman on the phone, it makes a noise. This is almost just like the noise my phone made.
Sanschel
Oh fuck this. First, our floor decides to have an “early Halloween” video weekend, and we spend three days watching shit like the Shining, Exorcist, Dawn of the Dead, etc. Then I come here, read a few pages of this thread, read the damn caver story, read just about everything that’s been linked to, and I’ve got classes starting at 10am, but I know I’m never gonna fucking sleep.
For those with the pre-cognitive deja vu, I’ve been doing this for years with Simpsons episodes (i think of a scene briefly then forget about it, within a week that episode is on) and numbers (a random number pops into my head for no reason, and it almost always shows up as something significant in the next few days).
The ending of the story about the goon who broke his nose charging at the ghost made me really sad. First time I’ve ever gotten sad over a ghost story.
I believe somebody was looking for the term ball lightning when they mentioned blast lightning. That shit’s scary. As I understand it, it can actually lock onto the iron in your body and track you down. Nature’s own heat-seaking missle. If I’m misinformed let me know.
And for the person with the borrowers, did you feel the heavy breathing was in any way malevolent? It’s always been my understanding that such entities are pretty tame and hamrless, if a little irritating.
Now, for my tiny tidbits:
I used to live in northern New Jersey, and for my first camping trip my best friend (we were both about 7) and our dad’s took us to some forest way south of us. When we pulled into the area we would be camping out in, I could swear I saw something moving around in the bushes a short distance away, but I shrugged it off as deer or something. So the rest of that day is normal camping activities, followed by s’mores and a nighttime walk to look at the stars (the trees formed a canopy where we were camped, so you had to walk a short ways to actually see anything upwards). So we go and look at the stars, and as we’re walking back, my friend’s dad spots something riling through one of the tents. So we all start running towards the site making as much noise as possible, thinking it would scare anything off. When we get to the tent it was in, the sleeping bags that were in there were ripped to pieces, and the cooler that the food was in was gone, but the lid had been ripped off. Our dads let us use their tents and they decided to sit up for a little just in case whatever it was should come back. I’d guess it was about two hours later when they woke us up and quietly told us to grab everything and get into the car as quickly as possible. We packed up in a flash and my dad drove like a bat out of hell. To this day I can’t get him to tell me what happened, and the last time I spoke to my friend, he said his dad turns white if he brings it up. Nothing really direct there, but it still freaks me out to think about. Especially since, if it were just a wild animal, why wouldn’t they tell us? (often when I tell this story people say, “Oh, you must’ve seen the Jersey Devil!” which I find a crock of shit as I’ve always hated that legend and I’m fairly certain we weren’t in the right forest even if that thing is real).
The next thing isn’t all that big, but after we moved out to california, late at night, when nothing in my room was on, I could hear whispering. Not coherent sentences, but I’d hear it in that half-asleep stage, then bolt upright and respond as if I was asked a question or had been told something. Afterwards I’d always wonder a) what the voice had said to make me respond with whatever I yelled and b) how I could understand what the voice(s) would say to me (for example, my parents have heard me yell , “Shut up, dumbass” several times, and I recall saying “I’m not going there” and “Go fuck yourself” a couple of times; in retrospect, I guess I’m quite belligerent to disembodied voices/my own growing insanity).
The next one is really small. We had to put our cat to sleep about six years ago (wow, it really hasn’t seemed that long; anyway, he was an all-black bombay with bright yellow eyes), and ever since then both of my parents and myself have seen a small black mass out of the corners of our eyes, or seen him sitting in the middle of a room only to have him be gone upon a double-take, and there have been numerous times that an all-black cat with bright yellow eys has shown up in our back yard (although this one is slightly fatter than our cat was), usually to chase around the hummingbirds who live out back. Creepy nonetheless.
The third is that for the first three years after moving to cali, my monitor would make this horrible crackling sound followed by horrificly loud sentences surrounded by static (usually things like “I can hear ya jest fine now” or “the level’s not so good for this one”; typical cb or ham radio stuff i assume). After three years of getting this intermittently, we realized that a guy a few blocks over had a gigantic ham radio tower amplifier thingie (i dont know what it was, as i don’t know jack shit about ham radio). My mom and I went over there one day to see if the guy knew some way that we could fix it and I wouldn’t go deaf from hearing weird crap coming from my speakers. The lady who answered the door said she didn’t know because her husband used the radio. I’m sure you can all guess by now that the husband had been dead for a good time (5 years) and that nobody had used the radio since. The creepiest thing about this is that after going over there, I never got the monitor voice again. In my book, this one has a lot of loose ends that I really, really don’t like, such as why this lady kept that huge, ugly ass tower if nobody was using it (I also kind of wanted to discredit the ghost theory from my mind by saying the tower was simply boosting a signal from elsewhere, but that never sat right with me).
And finally, to reiterate something that’s been said before, don’t taunt these things. My friend’s family got rich during the gold rush, and they built this big house that’s gone through however many generations. Now, I’ve only stayed the night there twice (twice is more than enough in any haunted house), but both times weird shit has happend to me. The first time, me and my friend were watching tv, and I felt some hands giving me a shoulder massage, and I assumed it was my friend’s mom (she’s really touchy feely with friends and family; kind of creepy in its own right). Well, I said “Thanks, Mrs. <name> but I don’t feel like a massage,” to which my friend replied, “Who are you talking to?” Needless to say, I got pretty freaked out. Later that night, while taking a late night bathroom break, I felt the shoulder massage again, and yelled out “Knock it the fuck off!” The next time I went there, I was standing at the top of the stairs and I felt some hand press on my back and push. Thankfully I’m pretty sure footed and managed to catch myself, but I never went back there. AFAIK, that’s the only time anything spectral happened at that house, but then I haven’t seen that guy in a few years.
Y’know, I never think anything interesting ever happens to me until I write it all down.
thequiethero
One of my friends, Johnny, kept having these really weird dreams. Apparantly he kept dreaming that short albino people who walk along the walls and the ceilings like to come down watch you while you sleep. Not just watch you, but put their face one inch away from yours and stare directly into closed eyes. They sit on your chest, and just watch you all night. When day comes, they crawl up into your vents and watch you from there during the day. Needless to say, this really really freaked my shit out, but the worse was yet to come.
It didn’t effect me too bad until Johnny came over to my house. I guess I have a hatch on the ceiling in my bathroom that leads to the vents in my house. This hatch looks exactly like a door that was drilled into the ceiling. Johnny told me that this is where the albino people come out at night. Johnny told me that I probably have a hierarchy of albino people in my house, such a large amount of the albino people that they feel comfortable putting a door in our ceiling.
Johnny then proceeded to tell me that last night he woke up with a cut on his chest, one he didn’t fall asleep with.
I think Johnny is hinting the albino people are violent.
I am happy that I am at college, and I no longer have to live in the house with vents…
–more–
About 3 years ago, my parents left me home for the weekend to take care of the house by myself. My grandparents checked during the day, but for some reason, my parent’s logic conceived that a 14 year old boy who grew up on video games, fantasy novels, and a way too wild imagination would be just fine and dandy when night fell…Needless to say they were very very wrong…
So here I was, 14, and on the second night out of three by myself. I can’t remember exactly what I was up to, but it probably involved me being in the basement playing UO. My UO nights usually turned out to be uneventful, and tonight was no exception. After growing sick of running from reds and getting my ass kicked (permanent uo newb status), I decided to go upstairs and make some food…Here’s where things get weird…
I go upstairs to make some ramen, and I’m hit by the eerie silence that always seems to accompany the nights spent in a house alone by a 14 year old. About 3 minutes into boiling water on the stove I hear this muffled laughing sound from outside. Ok, no big deal…I’ll just ignore it and focus on the ramen. “Mmm…delicious ramen, your .35$ of noodly goodness will ease my mind…” The laughing starts again and is cut abrupt by something crashing against the window… I freak out, andafter hiding in the corner for a few minutes straightening my head out I tell myself “It’s just a bird tqh, don’t freak out.” So at this point I decide I just need to look outside the window and make sure nothing is wrong…
I am presented with the view that I am very accustomed to: A grassy hill leading down to the lake I live on, moonlight sprinkling across the water, bliss of my childhood years spent here. I tell myself I’m ok, and that there is nothing wrong here. I am just a stupid 14 year old that has read too much Tolkein. I take one more look across the yard to make sure that I can get back to my ramen, and that’s when I see something. Behind one of the largest trees in our yard I see a figure glaring at me. I blink…and the person disappears. Panic hits me like a brick and I freak out. After hiding behind our kitchen counter, I begin to feel vulnerable and so I grab the closest two weapons that I could find at the moment: a kitchen knife and broom handle [not gay]. In a rush of adreniline I run outside to the porch in order to straighten things out. I tell myself I am not afraid and that I will be able to take care of this fucking idiot who is playing pranks on me.
A short walk around my house reveals no scary pedofiles or trespassers, and I begin to calm down again. Cursing myself for being so childish, I start to walk back to the porch. I forgot that I’m boiling up ramen, and so I take a quick glance at the kitchen window. My kitchen light flicks off for about 3 seconds and then turns back on. I blink…Did I just see that?
If you have ever had the feeling like someone is in your house and that you now have few options beyond a) facing this shit by yourself or b) calling the cops and feeling like an ass, then you probably know what I was going through. Adreniline kicks in again, and I know I have to go back inside.
After pacing back and forth for a few more minutes, I decide that now is the time to strike. I rush inside, shout out “I know someone’s in here, you better get the fuck out.” and actually believe that I have now frightened any person who has the balls to walk into someone else’s house unwelcome.
Slowly making my way from room to room, I turn on every light I can. Clearing out my first floor and the upstairs, I feel worse and worse because I know there is only one place left to check, the only place that I have been avoiding…the basement.
My basement really isn’t that threatening…except that it only has one exit and about 4 closets. I open the door to downstairs and flick on the light for the stairs. I make a quick look and start praying to whatever god there is out there that I will see no one. Luckily there was nothing to see, and so I build myself up and prepare to make my way downstairs.
What sucks the worst about my basement is that there is a stair light and a downstairs light. The stair light can be turned on from the top of the stairs, but the downstairs light can only be turned on by forcing yourself to go downstairs facing the darkness. And so with broomstick and knife in hand, I slowly make my way down the stairs. A quick look in the darkness yields no intruders, and so I begin to feel a bit safe…
Finally I hit the bottom of the stairs, and force myself to do the one thing I dread the most…to turn on the light. The room lights up and then I see the thing I will never forget as long as I live.
In the middle of the room is an oversized clown shoe left with the laces undone. Once again, I blink and this time I presented with no clarity. The shoe is still there. A clown shoe. In the middle of my fucking basement. At this point I completely lose it. In a rush of tears I sprint upstairs and grab the cordless phone. I run out into the middle of the street and call my grandparents. I tell them that I NEED to be picked up immediatly. I don’t know if they made out a word I said, but they agreed to come.
The next ten minutes were the longest ten minutes I have ever spent in my life. All I can remember doing is pacing back and forth, broomstick and knife in hand, sobbing and shaking like a baby. I stared at that house for what seemed to be hours, praying to god that some psycho would come out to get me…I needed some fucking closure here.
Needless to say, my grandparents showed up and took me to their house. I didn’t sleep at all that week, and refused to step foot in that house again. I remember telling my grandparents and later my parents some fabricated story that someone kept knocking on my door and I just freaked out. I don’t know if they believed me, as seeing some kid armed to the brim in house-wife gear weeping uncontrollably deserves a better story than the one I gave them…but they never questioned me.
Of course I had to ask my parents if they ever found anything weird in the house, they said “Of course not” and shrugged off the look of bewilderment in my eyes: I was absolutely crushed. I know I didn’t imagine that shoe…
My parents divorce never meant more in my life, as I moved into my dad’s house without so much as a word to the reason why. It’s one thing to know that someone is fucking with you, but when things are left unquestioned your whole world just kinda collapses.
I know I didn’t imagine that shoe…
V-Men
I must have been maybe 13 or 14, I don’t exactly recall. I was on vacation with my mom in Thailand and we were sleeping in my grandmother’s house. Now, mind you, this is an elderly lady’s, traditional asian house, so there aren’t really bed rooms per se, just large common areas where mosquito nets and blankets are set up for people to sleep in.
Anyway, I’m in a mosquito net with my mom, sorry no HOT HOT INCESTOUS ACTION here, and I suddenly wake up from a nice slumber.
I can hear words being whispered to me in the air. It’s really more surrounding me, I couldn’t really identify which direction it was coming from. The only thing this voice is saying to me is, “Bite her. Bite her. Bite her.” It emphasized the bite, and said it in such a soft, sadistic voice.
I looked over to where the window was and I could see the shadow of some creature on the wooden shutters with it’s arms raised high.
Needless to say, I cuddled a lot closer to my mom and shut my eyes and ears real tight.
Billiam
I do have some really fucked up dreams on occasion. The one that actually woke me up screaming happened the very first night I got trashed. I was at my friend’s house and I crashed upstairs in his bedroom.
I start dreaming that I’m in this extremely nice house on a sunlight day. Think: “Better Homes and Gardens” nice type of house. I’m staring out of a large window looking out at the sunshine outside when I see a large man-shaped figure move in the little cluster of bushes to the far side of the front yard. I continue looking out at the beautiful scenery when the window is filled with this form of a huge hulking person who just sprang up suddenly right in front of me.
He’s dressed in denimn and a red shirt, he has long hair that gives him an aura of some sort of biker. He’s really pissed, seething as if he’s pumped full of adreneline and steroids. With every breath he inhales, his large, thick sickly blue veins throb in his arms and neck.
I start noticing there’s something really fucked about the guys body. His hair is hanging but only in patches, there’s open sores and holes in his arms, neck, and face. His squarish face is bloated and white, he ran his hand (which was missing a finger) over his face and up through his hair. As he did this, he scraped off large clumps of his flesh, his hair pulled off in seperate clumps at the roots exposing a bloody scalp crawling with veins. It was as if he was rotting, but not in the way you think of a corpse as rotting, more as if he had been standing in front of powerful microwave radiation. All over, his skin was puffy and bloated, I could almost smell the rotting cooked smell through the window.
His nostrils flared leaving a wrinkle in his forehead that didn’t go away even after he relaxed his expression. He starts flexing his huge arms, his biceps swell in his arms. He’s roaring loudly and the entire house is shaking. There’s a sense of how fucking strong this guy is, I had no doubt he could crush any part of my body without any effort whatsoever.
His biceps flexed more and the skin around ripped and split open like a rotting vegetable. He rolled back his sleeve on his other arm and I saw a great deal of the bone on his forearm exposed, it had ugly growths on it, with clumps of his red hair stuck in it.
He screamed, looking at me straight in the eyes as he punched through the window glass. The entire window just cracked and wilted right in front of me, jagged edges of the glass still stuck in the panel. He grabbed the lower part of the windowsill, glass and all, and vaulted inside of the house before grabbing me by my waist, I could feel my hips being pulverized as he lifted me over his shoulder on his stinking frame.
It was about then that I woke up nearly ready to scream.
Graveyard Grandma
“1991”
It’s odd that past experiences haven’t really affected me today. I can look back to two of the strangest possible things that happened in my childhood, have a beer, and laugh about it – as though it either never happened, or was supposed to have happened, and my subconscious has brushed it off.
I was thirteen years old, disinterested in anything paranormal. I had also stumbled into an almost unheard-of situation: One of my best friend’s parents had left town for the evening to attend a basketball game in Dallas – and he had the house to himself. This meant, of course, a night’s worth of mainlining Mountain Dew and playing Techmo Bowl. We spent the evening blowing dust from the well-used innards of the Nintendo, and trading lies about non-existant hand-jobs out in back of the Whataburger with that girl from Civics class.
The bright LCD clock had just switched over from PM to AM, and I had just capped off a 12 play, clock killing drive to win my fifth straight game. My hands were sweaty, my thumbs raw, as I stood up to walk to the bathroom – ignoring the cries of “cheater!” from my friend, Andrew. I wiped my hands on my Ocean Pacific T-shirt, and casually glanced out the window. Off on the dark horizon, there was a light – to the casual observer, it would have just been another airplane – but I had grown up in an aviation family – I, myself, had been flying for two years at that point – and I knew that there was no airplane that emitted a bright orange beam as it flew. I kicked the bean bag chair closer to the window, and knelt down, hoping to get a better view over the distant treetops.
“Hey Drew, come here…” I whispered. He put the game on pause, and started with a pathetic attempt of “Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named…”
“Shut the fuck up and come here…” I cut him off. He looked up from the NWA CD that he was wiping on his shirt, and looked out the window.
“What?”
“Over there…” I pointed at the orange light in the distance. I wasn’t sure if it was moving, or if the flutter was some distortion of the hot Texas air.
“The airplane?” he asked.
“It’s not…” I replied, and he looked at me quizzically. Andrew fell into position beside me, and we gazed out over the swaying oaks, at that ball of light in the distance.
“What the fuck is it?”
“I don’t know…” and I really didn’t. All the analytical parts of my mind had failed – I was looking at a streetlight suspended over a backwoods Texas forest, silently shining at 1208 AM.
“It’s getting bigger…” Andrew whispered, his voice betraying alarm.
“No”, I answered, my voice creaking, “It’s coming towards us.”
We sat in stunned silence as the light came closer, closer… so close that it appeared to be a police searchlight, shining directly on the two young faces staring blankly out of the second floor window of a Texas farmhouse – all the while, the only noise disturbing the peacefull night was the steady cadence of thousands of crickets in the damp grass below. The light crested over the roof of the house, and it was only in that second’s blocking of the blinding light that we were able to see the object – no more than thirty feet over our house. It was a large, dark circle – blocking out the night – at least 100 feet in diameter. A single, rectangular opening in the center – accented by a faint blue light – was the only thing that disturbed the perfect uniformity of the object. We kneeled there, mouths agape, until the object silently coasted over the house and out of sight.
“Outside, now!” I yelled – impulsively springing to my feet.
“No FUCKING way!” Andrew screamed – yet his body betrayed his common sense and scrambled down the staircase behind me. I lept to the front door, and out over the porch railing, looking up in the sky. As Andrew came up beside me, my face sank as I realized that I was looking up to nothing more than the clear night sky – the bands of the milky way stretching from treeline to treeline. Nothing.
“What the fuck?” he asked.
“I have no fucking clue…” I replied, dissappointed. We remained outside for a good five more minutes, two scared boys, alone in the night – then I decided to turn around wordlessly and head inside. We both took off our now wet socks, and closed the front door.
Wait. I looked up suddenly and looked around the living room. To the casual glance, nothing was wrong – the house was just as we had left it. But there was something wrong. I glanced over at Andrew – the size of his eyes showed me that he felt it too. Something was…. off. I closed my eyes for a minute, and tried to read my senses – ignoring the rushing beat of my heart. There… and again. It was as if somebody was squelching a cheap AM radio in the house. Whiny interference, and under that… a faint murmer that was almost… a voice? The first thing that immediately sprang to mind was the Imperial Probe Droid from Empire Strikes Back – a repeating code, but almost sub-aural… like I had to feel it – and it was words. Kind of like one of those tin-can to a string experiments, I was hearing a faint voice. But was it in my head?
“You hear…” Andrew started, but he choked back the rest as I held up my hand… I had no idea what to do… the terror in my chest felt inescapable. But I summoned up enough gusto to clear my throat slightly, and call out to the house…
“Hello?”
Silence… even the crickets were no longer making their presence known. A second passed, and another. A small bead of sweat trickled into my eye…
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
It wasn’t a voice… at least not in the technical definition of the word. It was as if you had taken all the car crashes from all the history of mankind, sampled them over each other, then modulated that noise to form one word of utter dispair. Twisted metal, broken glass, all these sounds cascaded through the house – reverberating in the walls for what seemed like an eternity. My friend’s dog – who was sleeping soundly on the living room couch – arose with a dart and began a shrill howl as it scampered for the relative safety of the basement. Then, just as suddenly as it started – it was over. Nothing but the ringing of my ears, the pounding of my heart. I looked over at Andrew, his face white with fear.
“GO!” I screamed, and started running for the kitchen. If I had to pick a place that the sound had originated from, it sounded like upstairs – and I needed to get as far away from that shit as possible. We arrived in the kitchen, and Andrew started for the back door.
“NO FUCK NO!” I yelled at him. I was not going outside at that point. But I didn’t want to stay inside.
“BASEMENT!” he suggested, out of breath. I nodded, and we careened down the steps – slamming the door behind us.
So that’s where we stayed that night. Huddled underneath the steps of the cellar – each trying to convince each other that we were not crazy, that what happened actually happened. A few hours later, we ventured out into the house, went upstairs, outside, everywhere possible – and there was nothing wrong. The house appeared exactly as it had been when I last savored the taste of Techmo-victory some three hours before. We even got the courage to sleep a bit – in shifts – while the other one stood guard with a Swiss-Army knife, scanning Headline News for anything abnormal in the world – and constantly glancing out the window into the rapidly brightening sky.
“1993”
A thousand miles and a lifetime away, I sat around a campfire – smoking a cigarette, careful to hide it from the adults that had taken us on this camping trip. I was perhaps the world’s worst Boy Scout, 15 years old and rebellious. I went on camping trips because I genuinely cared about teaching the younger kids how to survive in the wild – but I loved camping, and the freedom that it afforded me. I was one of the elders of the group – most of the other kids were 12-13 years old, and were off this cold, starry night running around in the woods, trying to scare each other to death. Myself and a few of my older friends – too cool for spooky tales and child’s play – were sitting around a roaring fire – trading stolen cigarettes and a stale pouch of chewing tobacco – talking about fast girls, fast cars, and who’s Dad had the finest porn collection. Life was fine, the events of just a few years before were still a very vivid memory – but pushed aside in the light of fonder thoughts.
It was roughly 11 PM when the first kid came tearing through the woods into our clearing. His face was the definition of shock as he fell down next to us, panting and whining like a whipped dog.
“There’s a light in the field over there and it’s CHASING US!” he screamed.
I looked up at the other two guys, who kinda snickered a bit.
I glanced back down at the kid, “It was just a possum or something… their eyes get bright…”
As I said that, three other kids came tearing out of the woods, running over to our campfire.
“No!” the kid yelled “It wasn’t a possum…”
“It was in the sky!” screeched yet another child. I once more looked up at the guys. One of them rolled their eyes and made a little ‘come here’ gesture. I stood up and grabbed my flashlight.
“We’ll look…” I said, walking over towards the treeline. My past history was not on my mind at all, but I still felt an odd chill as I walked towards the trees. My friend behind me called “You’ve got point..”, and I nodded, holding the flashlight up and walking into the woods. Once again, it was completely silent, aside from the dried pine needles crunching beneath my sure footsteps. Five yards into the woods, ten yards… the tree branches fell so thick in front of my face that I could scarcely see more than a nose length in front of me. I fought back one more broad branch with the flashlight’s butt – and stepped into a small clearing.
The light shone into my eyes for a second, and I tried to blink away the blindness. I glanced all around – it was a moonless night, everything was hopelessly obscured. The blotches in my vision slowly faded – and I glanced directly in front of me.
I could see them there. Three people, no more than ten feet away – moving towards me… walking? It was really difficult to make them out – I had to almost look to the side to see them, bypassing the light impression still burning the front of my pupils. I then remembered the flashlight – and brought it quickly to shoulder level. But…
There was nothing there. There were three people walking directly in front of me, but there was nothing there. I could make out the intricate details of the trees surrounding them, but when the light shone directly on their “faces”, it was like a shadow. No definition, no glaring eyes, no gnashing teeth – simply darkness. A blank, black, face.
My previous experiences came flooding back to me as I stared into the face of nothing… my heart began to pound, the blood cascading past my eardrums in a sickening staccatto. Three shadows stood silently in front of me, each one moving slightly, so as to give the impression that they were alive – intelligent. Yet featureless, like a spectre, a void of light and contour staring blankly at me. For the second time in my life, I stood in terror and forced out a question.
“Hello?”
Then I heard it… the beating of my heart was replaced with short bursts of… speech.
“I… remember…” I swore I was going crazy, that it was a figment of my imagination. The voice wasn’t aural, but I felt it throughout my body, repeating in time with the beat of my heart.
“I… remember… you…”
I froze in fear. From behind me, I heard the shuffling of feet. My friend who had accompanied me had fled. I stood alone in the clearing. Then, just as soon as it began, the voice stopped. The three entities slowly started backing away… travelling silently, passing through tree branches, clipping through a large trunk, but never slowing – just floating away, through anything and everything – until I was the only thing left, standing in the woods, a tear forming in my eye – too scared to do anything but just stand there and listen.
The ending is boring. I ended up walking back to the campsite, and we all just huddled around the campfire, not talking, not enjoying ourselves – just freaking out. I was the only one who heard the words – but my other friend had heard something . Come a few years later, he would deny it ever happened – a horrible memory that his brain decided it was better off without.
BonoMan
About 5 years ago right before I went off to college, all my friends and I got into a Ouija board binge. The first time we did it in my friends haunted house (it’s a well known haunted house around town). So anyways…when we asked to have a sign that a spirit was with us…a book fell off the bookcase. While cliched it is actually what happened. Didn’t really freak us out though. Eventually I believe the entity told us it was a slave that was murdered by knife. I live in Mississippi so that’s entirely plausible. And DAMN do we have some ghosts around here…you guys want to come do some serious Ghost hunting? Come to the Mississippi Delta where I’m from…haunted like a mofo.
Anyways the freakiest Ouija Board experience I had was the second night at my friends house. Now I’m a SERIOUS skeptic of those things. I believe most of the time it’s the collective moving the glass. However with a lot of people you don’t really realize you’re moving it due to the dispersion of necessary forces…or something. Anyways it keeps talking about some weird shit…nothign too freaky..but I don’t believe it…I believe a friend is moving it. So I say..ok…if you’re REALLY a spirit you don’t have to go through a Parker Bros. Ouija Board…I’m gonna take my hands totally off of the board. Then I’m going to go the other side of the room. I get over there (my friends are still on it). And I say, “Ok ghostie..I want you to read my mind and spell out the name I’m thinking.” It did…exactly. I was kinda freaked. I mean I wasn’t even touching it. I was across the fucking room. But I think it’s a coincidence. I tell the ghost to spell the second thing I was thinking. It did. Exactly. Now THAT freaked me out.
There was no board flyign across the room or big black creature outside the window. The thing that was frightening is that it wasn’t something that could be explained away. It couldn’t have been a hallucination. There wasn’t anything really to hallucinate. It wasn’t a sound that could have been produced by misfiring neurons or something. It was, to me and my friends, just proof that there was something on “the other side.” And the implications and thoughts that that produced were far more frightening and intriguing than any big black shadow. It’s more “real world” terror than something out of hollywood.
big titty ho
Unfortunately all my ghosts live in my sorority houses.
Ghost #1:
My sorority house in California stands on the ground that used to have a family’s home on it. Back right before USC bought the land for the houses, the family’s house burned down, and an old woman and a little boy (toddler) were killed in the fire. According to the older girls who live in the house, every time you say the old woman’s name, the lights go out all through the house. I only believe them because this is the story they tell every year before initiation to the new members, and the girl telling us was so scared since it happened to her that she refused to even TRY it.
The little boy who died has a ghost that haunts the hallway by where his room was…people have heard little footsteps running down the empty hall and felt a breeze as if someone ran past them on occasion, usually at night.
Ghost #2:
A girl in my sorority in like 1995 or whenever this was died in TWA flight 800 while she was living in the house. Supposedly her room glows so it looks like the light is on, but when you open the door its dark…a year ago the security guards over Christmas break (when no one lives in the house) had to open up the house because they saw a light in her room, but there was no light on when they got there.
Ghost #3:
In my current house at UT, there’s some sort of ghost because the house mother slit her throat in her bathtub (which is on the main level of the sorority house) in 1990. I guess its just that hard to live with sorority girls.
Orb
I myself don’t have any batshit scary stories to tell, but I do have something out of the ordinary. A little background on myself first- I was an 18 year old senior who worked at the local Publix (grocery store) in the bakery until 1 in the morning sometimes cleaning up after the complete slobs of bakers. (sidenote: I don’t eat cake very much now) So last November I am riding my bike home at about 11:30pm and decide to do what I had done several times in the past: go to the beach and just stay there until I felt like leaving, which could be up to an hour later. Sure, I smelled bad and it was kinda cold on the east coast of FL then, but I enjoyed those times of peace. On clear nights I could look up and see the stars, and on the lucky nights when I got there just as a storm was coming in offshore I could watch the lightning come in. I live(d) a couple miles south of an Air Force Base, but I don’t know if they can be attributed to what I saw one night. As I am sitting there on the railing of the steps leading down to the sand I saw what appeared to be a light about the intensity of a bright star moving on the horizon at 11:52pm. It was maybe 2 miles offshore and perhaps half a mile in elevation. Now, you physics goons, tell me how long you think it would take an object to move from one side of the horizon to the other. This thing took exactly 1:22. I can see from Cape Canaveral (where the space shuttle goes up) to Sebastian Inlet (fishing++)- look it up on a map and see how long that is. *actually I just got a FL map and determined it is about 38 miles, give or take. So this light flew about 1555 miles an hour, more or less. Now, what do we know that flies 1555 miles an hour? F-16? No… hmm…there are a lot of C-130’s flying out of there…that’s not it…well I’ll be a pimp-slapping-assweasel’s grandfather- I don’t know what the heck it could be. Of particular interest was how it looked just like a star, meaning there were no familiar blinking lights. Just a white light that moved and was dead silent. I would have thought something like that would make a sonic boom, but no, just the sound of some lazy waves rolling in. After seeing this I made a special effort to try to get off work by 11:00 so I could see if the light would ever do that again- it did! (that’s how I timed it- I was ready for that mofo) I remember a story my dad told me that occurred back when I was knee high to a grasshopper. He said there was this engine noise at about 3 in the morning or so and this was back when there was no gate at the air force base keeping civies out so he just drove his Volkswagen right into the base and just got a glimpse of what later he said looked pretty much identical to the F-117 stealth bomber. Of course he had no idea what the hell it was and went back home. What makes me wonder though is how the light I saw originated on the horizon, a good 10 miles north of the base, and continued south until it went out of sight again- makes me think it has nothing to do with the base. It wasn’t a missile either, because I’ve seen enough of those and there wasn’t any trail.
On a completely different topic, anyone ever just been sitting there at their desk and all of the sudden the pointer just starts moving up the screen, taking about 3 seconds? The physical mouse never moved, yet somehow the cursor managed to get to the top of the screen. That’s freaky.
Oh, and there’s a ghost at the bakery I used to work at called “Juan”. Apparently if you don’t leave some dough in the mixer at night he gets a little restless. Can’t believe I forgot that one. I’d also like to say it is absolutely hilarious to see the varying attitudes in here ranging from “So yeah, there’s this ghost story I know about” to “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP”. Gold.
Dafte
Background: The house I use to live in was considered a really haunted house. For some reason, my mom told me she always felt a presence in it. My grandma would never go into our house alone. My mom said something like the former owners went crazy.
Now onto my story. When I was about 8 or so, I remember waking up one night. I was in my room and I remember that I was awake. I look in the center of my room, and a fucking candy stand is in the middle of my room. Behind it is a chair. A candy stand and chair out of fucking no where. I don’t know what to say, I was absolutely terrified. I closed my eyes and went to sleep. Now it may not be considered that scary, but I remember so well. It happened when I was 8, and I still regulary think about it.
My mom stories:
Our house was in a neighborhood that contained a lot of children. It was sort of a rich neighborhood, where each couple had kids around the same age, so seeing kids around wasn’t that big of a deal. One day my mom was in the kitchen, and a little boy about my brothers age ( six at the time) walks up to my mom. She asks him if he is here to play with my brother. My mom told me, his eyes were pure black, and he just turned and vanished. My mom would later tell me that she recognized him as one of her friends son who had recently died.
Next, my mom was sleeping, and she said a giant black snake like mist, came from the hall , to her room, circled above her, moved through the bed, and left the room.
Dad : My dad is a huge skeptic on these things. He kind of blows it all off. However, one night, I went into my sisters room (who was around a few months old at the time) and he said he saw a little girl that was possibly a ghost or a angel as he says looking over her. My dad really doesn’t like to talk about what he saw, but he does say he saw something. I was able to get that story out of my mom.
NOISEassault
When I was about 10 years olde, I had some various experiences when I lived in Virginia Beach Va.. The address I lived in at the time was 1917 John Brown Lane, in a subdivision called “Alexandria”.. I might be wrong about the last two digits of that addy as it’s been a long time since I lived there..(extraneous? yes, but purely on the chance that someone knows where I’m talking about)
anyhow.. we had this house built specifically for us, thus nobody had ever gotten the opportunity to live there before us, but I remain convinced to this day that something reside there besides my family.. During the week late as all hell at night, I’d oftentimes hear footsteps traversing the hallway, sometimes even in my room. I’d known for fact that it wasn’t my parents, and my dog (yorkshire terrier) couldn’t have possibly made those sounds walking about. According to a close friend who stayed the night on several occasions, he too had heard those footsteps, and claims to have even witnessed a bare footprint form out of nowhere on the carpet right next to where he was sleeping… another good friend and I witnessed human shadows that would stand in the middle of the room, as well as an odd spikey furred ball like shadow that occupied a particular corner of the room.. the comedic thing about these damned shadows, is that we only saw the fucking things when we were playing with our ghostbusters toys… apparently my spooks had a demented sense of humor of which I can only now appreciate properly… other odd things I had witnessed there: during dinner as I was going up for seconds, thirds , or whatever fucking helping I was on… I witnessed one of the lids to a pot of ours move about a good 6 to 8 inches on a flat level surface entirely of it’s own volition. My dog would never act frightened when he was present for such occurances, but I’d oftentimes witness him looking all over the god damned place at shit that wasn’t there. I never felt afraid of any of these occurances, save for one:
at the time, my best friend Landrew (the one who witnessed the standing shadows with me) and I were obsessed over various spiritual myths and whatnot.. particularly the tired one of Bloody Mary… I was dicking around in my room doing the whole bloody mary ritual, when I noticed midway through the routine that my mirror appeared to warp and ripple.. I quickly turned the lights back on, on my way towards getting the fuck out of Dodge…. the next day, standing outside staring at a black and white picture of “bloody mary”, landrew suddenly drops the image and backs the hell off from it.. swearing that he saw the pictures eyes glow red… those two events quickly diverted our interests into things other than bloody mary..
I never talked to my parents about what I experienced.. but one particular saturday or sunday morning (my memory sucks when it comes to days and dates, aight?) I overheard the old bat talking to the buzzard about how she was awakened during her dreams by the most vivid sensation of a hand caressing her face. She further explained to pop how it couldn’t have been just the dream as she still felt it for a moment as she was entirely free of her slumber, that it couldn’t have been him, as he was rolled over with his back facing her… She seemed rather worked up over it, and she shut up about it as soon as she noticed me standing in the kitchen with them…
the final experience I have to share didn’t take place in my house, rather in Landrew’s home across the street… we were up late one night having fun dicking with the audio recording feature of this portable stereo he owned.. we set about making our own “spooky sounds” tape, and went about this very merrily for an what seemed like a good 10 to 20 minutes when we hear this rather nasty sounding thumping sound come from the exterior of this nightstand of his that was a good 5 feet from either of us… I’m not sure if I even have that tape anymore, but if I can find it I’ll upload it somewhere for everyone to partake of.. it’s rather amusing to hear our reaction to it.. my guess is that one of those wonderfully wiseassed spooks from my house decided to pay us a visit and play a MEAN fucking prank on us… asshole……
Pele
First, there’s my parents’ house. They had it built to their specifications, so it’s odd to think that anyone would be haunting it. It was built on a former swamp, however. I would be trying to fall asleep with my cats when I was feeling creeped out, and I could see white things moving out of the corner of my eyes. I would attribute it to just sleepiness, except my cats would follow it with their eyes as well.
Also, there’s the boarding house I used to live at in Seattle (the U-District). It was built in the early 1900’s, 1907 I think? At any rate, it was a huge old house that had been converted into a boarding house. I was up in the room of one of my housemates one night, just the two of us hanging out, when something tapped her on the back. I was standing a few feet away from her and she jumped up and yelled at me, thinking that I had patted her on the back to freak her out. However, I hadn’t touched her at all, and there was no one else in the room, nor was the door open. She would also have things appear in her room–stupid stuff like a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, or things would be moved. The rooms in the house were all lockable, and she regularly locked her room when she went out, so it wasn’t really attributable to the housemates.
And finally, there was my old apartment in the U-District. (At 45th and the Ave above Bartell’s, for those of you from Seattle.) I was on the third floor in a studio, with no one above me. There was a crawlspace above me, and the roof on top of that. Late one night I heard someone up in the crawlspace, someone who was definitely heavy enough to not be rats or other such creatures. The crawlspace is always locked, so I have no idea what the sound was from. It definitely sounded like someone moving around, though. Another night at about 3AM I was up on the internet, and went to make myself a snack in the kitchen. I can hear what’s going on in my neighbors’ kitchen when I am in my kitchen, partly because of an old painted-over door that’s in the corner from the former design of the apartments. (It’s been around at least since 1925.) At any rate, I knew the apartment next to me was empty, yet I could hear banging around in it at 3AM. I asked the apartment manager the next day and he affirmed that the apt was empty and that he had not been in there at 3AM, nor did he know what might have been going on.
The halls in the apartment complex were creepy. No matter how much lighting there was, it seems dark in there. There’s a window at the end of the hall, and fluorescent lighting and normal light bulbs on the walls, but it still seems dark. It’s not a long hallway, either, nor is the decor particularly dark. It has always creeped me out, and my friend’s mother refuses to enter the building because the halls scare her. For what it’s worth, she’s Chinese and believes in all the traditional beliefs.
Apparently when Oddjob was staying at my apartment, he saw a woman, about twenty-something, in the bathtub with her wrists slashed. I never saw this, but found it pretty creepy.
Oddjob
That’s true, she was dark haired and it was in the history of the building. I hated that bathroom because it was death like in atmosphere. Now onto more interesting things about myself. I have that strange ability to think of a tv show or movie and have it show up on tv within a week.
It can happen with people too, things days so forth. I can generally tell how something is going to work out for me by my sense of it, whether good or bad. I always head it. It’s never failed me on anything big.
Days of the week are colour coded in my head, gray days mean there’s a 50-50 chance of what i want to happen that day happening, the darker the gray the worse. The difference in the colour means i have to remember something for a day. Wednesdays are yellow, tuesdays strange sort of pinking purple and so on.
I have had dreams so real that i’ve fallen asleep in that dream and dreamt in a dream. I learned to sort of astral travel and have lucid dreams because of that.
I’ve had two events in my current house that scared the pants off of me.
The first happened within the first few months of us living here, i was about seven or eight years old and sleeping in my mother’s bed, as opposed to my bedroom which i never slept in because of the creepiness of that end of the house (more on that in a moment). Well at about three am or so my mother woke screaming bloody murder and i woke to see a figure darting from her threshold.
We investigated the house after a time and found it completely devoid of any tampering or traces of anyone ever having ran hastily through the house. We went to the police that morning with a description from my mother of a man with long blonde hair, tall and kneeling beside her bed in a prayer fashion. I was told theories of this from it being me from the future, a time rip and so forth. Except i know it was of the young man who killed himself in my sister’s old room, which was my room at that point but i never slept there because of the little boy who haunted the hallway until i had the house cleansed last year and nothing bothers much except after a full moon like the other night when a fucking spirit made it’s way into the house to watch me and my wife sleep… i never slept.
The second spooky pre-cleansing story happened last year before a class i had. I was dreaming i was in africa,new guinea or some place and these tribal people where having a ceremony and i was being told by a distant voice that seemed to be next to me that ” if you cover your eyes they won’t see that you’re not one of them” The way i was to cover my eyes for protection was to imitate holding a pair of glasses over my eyes or binoculars.
This worked for a time but as i was watching these tribal people and their strange dance and markings dance i slipped and they saw i was not one of ‘the red eyed people’ which the voice told me they were. They were jumping in my face and screaming now, screaming to kill me and ward me away from their land and place. I fucking shit myself, it was like they knew who i was and where i was from and wanted to make me leave.
I later had it told to me by a psychic that my house has a lovely history. First it was an aborriginal ceremonial land, then a fucking milking shed where a milk maid had something bad happen then this house that had people kill themselves here and people killed out the front by cars, and two of my cats.
I’m writing a little frantic and in disarray because i’m using memory as i write. Can tell you that i see spirits constanty amongst normal things and people. Can say that i can generally read someone straight away but not always. I’ve been fooled before and also fooled others by reading them and manipulating them.
I draw a circle in white light around my bed at night, it helps me feel calmer and protected whilst i slumber. I sometimes feel comforted by spirits watching me, only if i know them. Others make me feel scared.
Oh yeah and one night after my house was cleansed an elemental spirit that sometimes gets into the backyard near my laundry came into the house and stood by the threshold of the laundry room as an amorpheus blob and growled reaaaallly lowly, like a lion or elephant growling. I burned incense and told it to fuck the hell off. It hasn’t come back inside since, but has growled, it did the other night as i was in the toilet. Goddamn it was scary.
Smiling Jack
Right, so a few years ago I get hired for the night shift at a server farm. Sit around, scratch balls, so the company can say they have staff on site 24 hours I day. First day (well, night), the guy showing me around blurts out “Oh, and the place is haunted!”. Miles of corridor lit by flickering lights, server rooms with elevated floors, dozens of computers with screen savers so you keep seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, I’ll be alone, and now you tell me that the place is haunted? Thanks, you fuck. I figure the guy is messing with me.
Then I start noticing the office next to mine, which is only used during the day, is showing signs of occupancy. The chair seems to move, the door opens or shuts… one night I went by and the screen saver had turned off- you know, like when you move the mouse. OMGWTF? Back to my office, connect to the motion-sensor cameras… nobody in the building but me. I search for motion over the previous six hours. Nada. I decide to ask what’s going on with this haunted story when I see the morning shift.
Anyway, back in the day one of the employees had croaked at his desk. Some blood vessel let loose in his brain, he croaked, the door was closed, and everyone assumed he was hard at work on an all-nighter. They found him the next morning.
I’ll call him Jim, because that was his name.
Jim was apparently the OMFG SERVER GOD at this place. All the scripts and half the manuals either reference Jim or have his name in the comments somewhere. But Jim can’t let go. He still haunts this place. The morning shift guys say they don’t believe in Jim, but the last two night shift guys that worked there believed in Jim.
“Well”, I say, “were they friends with Jim?”
I get some funny looks. “No, Jim was dead before they were hired.”
“No. Were they friends with his ghost?”
“No. Ghosts aren’t real.”
Yeah, but you don’t work the night shift, asshole.
So that night, I’m going by Jim’s office. “Hey, Jim! Howzit going?” Work the rest of the night, no problems. I started having half-conversations with Jim. Sports, weather, hot chicks he might want to haunt, server problems, the works. I still see a few signs of Jim-haunting, but it’s cool.
So, one night, the servers go apeshit. I totally lied on my resume, this is way over my head. So, I’m on the phone with a few of the day techs trying to figure out what’s going on, when the day techs just chill. “Hey- whatever you just did fixed it.” Huh? “Yeah, servers seem fine now.”
I’m a little freaked. I go down to the server room that’s been giving us problems. Humming away. I login to the Unix box. Check the uptime.
It’s just been rebooted.
“Thanks, Jim!” I say, but I’m really freaked. Later, the morning shift all show up and start giving me mad props. I say, “No, it was Jim.” People look at me really funny.
I installed CS and UT on the computer in his office and gave him a login later the next night.
I didn’t give him a e-mail address… frankly, I didn’t have the balls.
LAME
I have quite a few ghost stories, nothing evil or sinister happening to myself, but I do think I see and feel a lot more of this shit than the average guy. My current house has “Ed” milling about. Ed was they guy that hand built our house, and lived there for 50 years. Ed died in my bedroom and rotted for a week before being discovered, he had almost no family, and was a real quiet guy. My Parents lived in teh neighborhood with Ed from 1972, until he passed away. He likes to think he is still living in the house. I can feel and see weird things in my room at night, light where it shouldn’t be, temp changes. Lights going on, or off, alarm getting shut off, etc. One night when the XGF was over, we heard a pounding on my wall at 3am. Nobody else was at home, the power was out, so it wasn’t any household electrical device. I told her it was the house settling, hehehe.
Sometime later I heard a light switch turn on…ya know those old switches that are really loud? Then walking around in the attic, over my room, the bedroom, and the hall. I went back to bed, and the next day asked my brother if there are lights, and a swith in the attic, and if there is a hardwood floor, he confirmed this, and asked how I knew that, since I have not set foot in the attic.
He also moves tools, opens doors, walks around..nothing scary, but it can be unnerving at times.
I have a buddy with tons of stories, he claims to have the ability to see ghosts. He explains it this way, “humans are on a channel, and they only see things on the same channel. Some people can see the next channel, also..I can do that. I see both channels at the same time, and have seen, and still see crazy things.” He pretty much said it took him many, many years to learn how to block it out, somewhat, and deal with that ability.
Irn-Bru
There’s been a lot of precognative dreamers, and I’m no different. In fact, recently (last month or so) I have dreamnt the reunions between myself and two old friends: our actions and dialogue matched precisely from the dream and real life, the only difference was I met them in a club, rather than the site of the old Glasgow Garden Festival next to the River Clyde before it was redeveloped.
I was certainly wierded out, especially as I haven’t seen these guys in excess of 4 years and we have changed, so it’s not as if I could have predicted what they’d do like good friends can.
Some paranormalish stuff now.
My grandparents used to live with us before they died. They had two dogs, Yorkies named Silky and Mitzy, Mitzy died when I was around 8. She was far too old and gone to lead a decent life, euthanasia was the answer apparently – Silky met with the same fate many years later – my granny and my dad took Mitzy to the vet to be put down, I didn’t know this.
I was in the house with my papa ourselves, as usualy for a Saturday, we watched Transformers and he then fed us before falling asleep for a bit on the sofa. While he slept I usually played with the dogs. Nothing changed. I played fetch and tug-o-war with both Silky and Mitzy until I got bored and went to my room to play Atari.
My granny and dad returned, upset that Mitzy was no longer with us. It was only then I found out that they took Mitzy out with them.
Then years later after Silky met her demise, for months after, I would sit in the living room and out the corner of my eye see her run in the door, spin on the spot and run out again like she was prone to do when she was alive.
My mother and sister both have a bit of the spooky pyschic in them. My mum used to frequently awake in the night and see her (deceased) mother sitting at the end of her bed.
After my papa died, my sister had a dream where some lady in white took her “up” to see our papa, playing cards with a bunch of old men, drinking brandy and smoking a pipe. My sister was too young to have seen my papa smoke his old pipe, and the old men she described, my gran confirmed to be his old friends who had died before him.
My sister has also had dreams about neighbours being ill or taken away in ambulances days before they have been hospitalised or in a couple cases, died. I have warned her never, ever to dream of me.
Back to me. Whenever I am ill with a really, really high temperature. I have this dream where outside my house it is pitch black and it raining hard. I go out on to the veranda and look down to the grass and below the tree I can just make out the shining fangs of some sort of hell wolf beast thing. I hear it growl and I jump back in the house, closing the veranda door behind me. It is then I realise that my family are out the house and are vunerable.
Next I know I’m wherever my family are, only not with them, last one that I can remember is they are in the car at a petrol station and I am on the dirt mounds behind it. The wolf is on the station roof, above where the car is: all to be seen of the wolf is still the shining teeth, although the station is bathed in light. It howls, then rips through the roof as if it were tissue paper and lands on the car bonnet. I rush forward with nothing more than a small dagger in hand and wrestle this dark beast.
Depending on who wins the battle often fortells my condition when I awake, when I win and have its head in my hands and its body 20ft away, I awake feeling a little tired but my fever will be gone. If I get mauled, I tend to awake feeling like shit and feverish.
I also frequently dream I am falling, then awake as I hit my bed with a thud. I have spoken with friends about this and a couple experience the same. We have concluded when people are in deep, deep sleeps, they levitate above their beds Dana Barrett style. Or it is just psychosomatic.
One odd thing I do, is whenever I see an animal stare into space and start growling and reacting like something is there, is get freaked out. I currently don’t know anyone else who does this, but since animals can apparently see or sense things we can’t, I tend to pay attention when my dog starts going batshit at something I can’t see.
Serotonin
The hospital I work at has lots of creepy places- its a 100 year old Psychiatric hospital on a very large woodland site, all the wards, and other offices and depratments are in seperate ‘villas’ dotted around a woodland area- great scenery but creepy as fuck at night- not just for the supernatural but also because of the patients and dodgy undesirables that tend to congregate around such places.
Anyway my story is what the security guards who work the night shift have told me. Our hospital is in the process of being closed, and many of the buildings are derelict and boarded up. One of the buildings, an old psycho-geriatric ward old people) was being used as the base for the security guards- they had an office and break room there in. A number of security staff had some very nasty experiences late at night there, with chairs moving around on their own, phones ringing that no longer had active phone lines attached to them, and 2 or 3 saw an old man wandering around, who walked down a length of corridor outside there office and then disappeared. A number of them left over it due to their contracts stipulating they had to work nights and they were too frightened to spend time their on their own. In the end they have had to relocate the Security office to an entirely different part of the hospital, due to the Security staff being unhappy being based there.
Hospitals at night are incredibly spooky places.
GBS Machine
There are a few ghost houses in my area, nothing that’s ever affected me because I never visited them at night. About 4 years back, they put in a few houses hwere a corn field used to be, which is bordered by this “haunted house”. A kid about my age moved in, and we started talking. Since we live in a very rural area, he wanted to know “where do all the organ noises come from?” and I had no clue what he was talking about, I’ve lived here for 16 years and never heard any organs. I put it out of my mind for a year or so, then one of my best friends was at the other kids house, and he was telling me about the organs they heard playing, coming through the woods bordering that house. They went to explore, the organs stopped, and the next morning, his dog turned up missing. They heard the organs again that night, and went looking for his dog, and heard it barking. It was crudely chained to the back of this haunted house…
The one that was strangest to me personally happened about 2 monthes ago at work. I never have the chance to stand around and do NOTHING but talk at work, but we were extremely dead (I work in a pizza place) and there were 5 of us standing around talking. The place is an old building back from the turn of the century, and whenever someone would die, my boss would buy up thier neighboring rooms, tear down the walls, and expand our kitchen. Well, we were just pointing this out, and laughing about it, because a few people that work there have seen this ghost. An old man with glasses in a suit, and he’s always walking in this one general area of the store, he’s been spotted at least 5 times. I calimed this as bullshit, but who cares, we’re getting paid to BS. The bosses daughter (omgwhattahottie) was saying how the previous night, she closed alone and heard something in the back, and got freaked out and ran out of there. We were laughing about that, and she was in the middle of telling the stories of the ghost when all of a sudden, the cover to the thermostat on the wall falls off and somehow lands face up, without bouncing or anything. No one was near it, it’s never fallen off before, and there’s really no way it can “fall” off, it locks in place. It’s hard plastic so it should’ve bounced when it hit the tile floor, but it didn’t. Just somehow leaped off the wall, went 3 feet to the side, and landed in between us all. All of our jaws dropped, and then we were all freaked out.
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GPF
In 1987-88, I worked at a small radio station in Lebanon, TN. WCOR-AM 900, a little 500 watt *powerhouse* on the edge of town, had been on the air since 1947 or so. That was the earliest telegram I had found in the archives. I was, at various times, the morning guy, afternoon, evening drive-time, and late night close-up-the-station guy. I was also the Chief Engineer because I was the only person that knew how to solder. The building was in two sections; a new two story section where the studio, transmitter, offices, and all that stuff lived, and a squat, one story section where the old studios were. It was essentially abandoned. No lights, no furniture…
Anyways, one evening I was alone at the station, playing full albums to piss off the GM (General Manager) and generally being lazy. I heard someone walking up the stairs. This was odd, since it was about 10:30 at night, and the only person supposed to be there was me. I went to the front and checked for a car, but mine was the only one there. I called up the stairs, but no one answered. I went up the stairs, but just as I got almost to the top, I caught a severe case of the (willies, heebie-jeebies, severe pussying out syndrome), and ran back to the DJ booth.
The record was almost over, so I went through the motions, changed the song, and sat back again. Then I heard the tromp-tromp-tromp of someone coming back down the stairs. Then I heard tromp-tromp-tromp that person coming up the hall towards the booth. I reached around and grabbed a mop handle. As I sat there, the tromp-tromping came through the door, up beside me, around behind me, and out through the door to the transmitter room. I followed this with my head and eyes, and no one was attached to the tromp-tromp-tromp.
Well, as you can imagine, I squealed like a little girl. After this, the spook would come tromping around the radio station at night, but only when I was alone. He’d sometimes stand right in front of the mixing board and watch me do my show. Finally, I looked up one time and said, “Ok, if you’re going to hang around, at least let me see you.” Well, that was a mistake. The room became unbearably cold, and the air in front of me began to warp like a heat mirage. I squealed again and hollared, “Nevermind! No NO no no! Just go away!!!” The spook tromped off back to the old part of the building.
Later that week, I almost jumped over the GM’s desk telling him to move me to an earlier timeslot. Everything worked out well, and I moved to the shift before the one late at night. I trained the new guy and let him run the shift by himself for a couple or three weeks. Of course, I never told him about the spook.
After letting him alone, I stayed after my shift to chitty-chat with him about his shift. As we talked, I asked him if anything strange happened during his shift and he replied, “Oh yeah, there’s a spirit that comes around at night”. I almost shit my pants right there. This kid was a bit insanely religious, and kept calling this spook a demon. While we were talking, the spook tromp-tromp-tromped up the hall into the production room and was looking over my shoulder through the glass. The room got chilly, and I was not happy about it. The kid said, “Just rebuke him in Jesus’ name.” Well, I’d never thought to do that, so I turned around, looked at the window and said, “Jesus says to get the fuck outta here.” The spook tromped back to the old section and left us alone for the night.
I quit working there not too long after that.
borracho
I have known terror. Real terror. The kind that makes you freeze with uncertainty, unable to think straight you are so afraid. I hope I never feel it again.
When I was younger I had about a 2 foot long open area between the head of my bed and the wall, used to store toys, mags, my skateboard, whatever. As I grew older it emptied out until it was completely empty by high school. One night I woke up around 2AM and turned over onto my stomach, flipping my left arm over my head to hang over the edge of the bed, into that space.
Something grabbed my left hand and squeezed. Hard. And would not let go.
I do not know how long I struggled to pull my hand out of its grasp, but it seemed forever. I thought I had yelled for my parents to wake up but it must have come out a whimper, if at all, as they told me they didn’t hear anything. I began to bang my hand against the wall, hoping I could force whatever it was to let go of me. Finally I pulled my hand away, used my now free hand to flip on the light, and peeked over.
There was nothing there. Whatever had had a death grip on my left hand had vanished.
I took a quick scan of the room, flipped onto my back, and lay there letting my body relax from the adrenaline rush it had just gone through. My mouth was so dry my tounge was stuck to its roof, and my heart was beating faster than I thought possible. While I was laying there I began to feel incredible tingles all the way through my right arm. They became stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable and I realized what had happened.
thanthos
My old school used to be next to a cemetery (heard they exhumed the place now, but I’m not too sure about that), and they would have these sleepover things for the National Cadet Corp which passes for a “camp”. Now there weren’t many lights in the school, and it being located in a somewhat forested area, the entire place is dark. There’s been tales from students who stayed late to study of seeing this red-dressed lady walking around the base of a statue of our school’s founder before (the Chinese believe that, if you kill yourself while wearing red, your spirit would return to complete any unfinished business you may have), but since there aren’t any staff that stay that late, it couldn’t have been one of them. Now, nobody’s been harmed by that lady before, so most of the students just ignored her and went back to the books. But that one night, at the “camp”, there was a student who left the room where all the boys were on the third storey to take a leak at about 1, maybe 2 in the morning. As he was about to return to the classroom, he saw a figure from the opposite block waving to him. Puzzled, he thought it was one of his friends who may have been sleeping over in the other block, and so he returned to the class and told them about it. The only thing was, nobody was staying in that block; everyone, including the teachers, were in the same block.
Being the over-imaginative teenagers that they all were, the news soon spread from classroom to classroom, and soon there was an undercurrent of excitement and, one would guess, fear. At about 3am, all of a sudden from the first classroom on the block a boy would scream and fall to the ground, and the windows would all slam shut in that classroom. Then the next classroom would get the same thing: one boy would scream and fall to the ground in a stupor, getting up unharmed in about 30 seconds, windows slamming shut… until the thing happened to the last classroom. By that time some brave soul had managed to gather his wits around enough to run upstairs to where the teachers were and called them down; apparently the boy who fell in the last classroom was still in a fit of sorts, shivering violently and turning pale in the face. The teachers came over, checked for his pulse and tried to stop him from biting his own tongue, while one of the more superstitious (? I don’t know if that’s appropiate, to call him supersitious, but that’s what it seems to me) teachers tried to order the spirit out of the room, to no avail. Finally, after about 5 minutes, whatever it was left, and the night was spent without further incident.
Some say that the person on the opposite block was some kid playing a prank on the unsuspecting boy going to the toilet, but that it was the fear in the entire block that caused the spirit to wreck its vengeance. Me, I don’t know, but I’m just glad that I wasn’t there. This story’s been told to me on the day after when the camp ended by a whole bunch of people, but if it’s been cooked up, hell, it makes for an interesting listen still… right? Right?
*sigh*
ManiacClow
#1: A few nights after my dad died of emphysema (I was 6), either my mother had decided to sleep with me that night or I asjed her to. Either way, I woke up during the night and I thought I saw a whitish wispy thing off to my right. I blinked and it was gone. Maybe it was my dad looking over me once more or mayve it was just how your eyes can be a bit filmy when they’re opened after sleep. I guess I’ll never know.
#2: I was walking in the trailer court we used to live in and I saw a black cat on the ground. It was dark so I couldn’t see it very well, though its eyes were shiny like any other cat’s. It looked perfectly normal, though as soon as I blinked it was gone. There was some tall grass nearby and it could well have darted into it, but it didn’t seem frightened or agitated in any way, so I can’t think of why it would have suddenly bolted and I’d imagine I would have at least heard it do so in that brief moment.
Emancipator
Old place I used to live in back in Massachuscetts had a roving ‘cold spot’ in the house. Every night, around 1am or so, it would move from the upstairs living room, down the stairs, and check mine and my roommates room. This involved one loop around our beds, and one loop around the room.
My roomie didn’t really think anything of it. He likes living in ignorant bliss. However, he would either be in bed by 11, or after 2. He was NEVER in his room or my room around 1am. Go figure.
So, after a few months of this, it’s old habit, no big deal. I notice that it’s started to hang out in the corner of my bedroom that has my computer desk, especially if I’m at the computer.
So, one night I’m up til like 3am playing Half Life SP, and the cold spot is right behind me. Well, I don’t even notice that, I’m playing the bestest game of all time for the first time the day it came out! I get to the part with the green tentacly monster that goes after sound, and die about a hundred times, and lean back in disgust.
Into the cold spot.
The thing sent shivers down to my toenails, all my hair stood on end, and I got a nasty ‘jolt’. Not painful, just a sudden shock…like when you snap awake for no reason in the middle of the night. Without thinking, I screamed ‘WILL YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!’ and jumped up from my chair and bolted from my room.
A cigarette later I go back into my room ( the only thing I was thinking of was ‘It’s my god damn room’ ) and I can ‘feel’ the cold spot. It’s in the corner opposite my computer desk, near my bed. It ‘felt’ like it was ‘cringing’ there. So I merrily go back to Half Life. For an hour. And then I’m tired and want to go to sleep. So, I walk over to my bed, say ‘Sorry’ out loud, and went to sleep. I ‘felt’ the thing go once around my bed, then leave my room.
So, that was that, except it stayed next to my computer desk from then on out, not behind me. I decided to look up the house and address at the library to see if anything wierd ever happened there. Ends up the original owners parents built the place, the guy was born in the house, lived there all his life, raised his kids there, and died there of a heart attack at the age of 64.
I’ve long since moved, but I still wonder what the new owners thing of their cold spot. It’s not threatening, not a problem, but it could be disconcerting to say the least.