So in the spirit of the upcoming Halloween (still 20-some days off:flipoff2:), let's talk about ghosts, ghoblins, spirits, black cats and all that mambo jambo........

Reason I bring this up is because I saw an interesting video at work this morning.

The complex I am at right now has a camera system covering most of the outside parking lots.

At 2210 last night (1010PM for you civilian mofos), God bless his soul the kid running the cameras (20 minutes before he was off) caught "something" in one of the parking lots.

This "something" could be described as a distortion that was round in shape and at first glance, one would think medium sized dog, but the distortion was completely round and there was no visible legs, head, anything.

This distortion is moving across the parking lot towards a building. Funny thing is that it passes over a white line denoting a parking stall, you can see the white line through the distortion.

Then before this distortion gets to the building, it goes into the air towards the second level of the building. The kid followed it with the camera and once this distortion gets to the second level, it's pretty much lost, but wait, there's more. There is a balcony up there (no entrance inside) and there's another distortion on the balcony.

Even though this thing was shaded black, you could see thing such as the white line and the sidewalk edge through it. When it went into the air, there was a shadow below it on the ground.

We slowed-mo the video and at various points, you can see "something" joining this distortion and if one watches carefully, at times there appears to be a lower body, but it blends in with the pavement, ala "Predator" from the movies.

That's about it, but just a little note that may weird you out. This place use to be a childrens' hospital and had a morgue at the time and this isn't the first "thing" that's been caught on camera, yet this is the first that really can't be explained. Some people that work at night claim to hear voices and babies crying, yet there's all of ten people inside the place at night and they are all adults.............................

I have seen numerous ghosts throughout my life and have way too many stories of the supernatural to talk about them here...I am a believer and none of it scares me.

Originally posted by Michael Klotz
I have seen numerous ghosts throughout my life and have way too many stories of the supernatural to talk about them here...I am a believer and none of it scares me.

so let's hear one

so let's see the video.

I met the ghost of "Connie" on W. Congress St. in Savannah, GA a few years ago. Scared the crap out of me. I didn't know any of the ghost stories before the incident happened.

I was working on a Monday night at The Zoo, a night club in a very old downtown building. I went up to the 2nd floor and to the back stairwell to get a 12' stepladder. I heard CLEAR AS DAY the voice of a young woman say "Hello?" from the 3rd floor railing directly above me. I knew there wasn't anybody up there, and not a woman in the building.

:eek: :eek:

I got this "flash" in my mind, a sort of mental picture of a blonde chick. I got shivers real bad. I hauled ass to the 1st floor as fast as I could.

I was all freaked out and my buddies noticed. A couple of them, who knew the ghost stories, asked me what was up. I told them what I saw and they told me about Connie. Over the past few years I've learned a few Connie stories from past employees.

I learned that she was about 18 years old during the time of the Civil War. The building at 121 W. Congress St. has always been a bar of some sort for a long time. The story goes that she was raped and murdered there by soldiers.

She resides on the 3rd floor supposedly because it is the least used (the quietest), but she roams the crowds on all 3 floors on Friday and Saturday nights. She's been spotted on the dance floor and heard through the speakers during equipment check.

I'm scared to death of ghosts.


Hef

No "ghost stories" from me, but I am convinced there are aliens.

I gots lots of shit.

Also know of quite a few fucking nutball things from ghost stories on SA.

My buddy ED is hanging in my room right now:D

TIE1ON even met ED, he loved to breathe hard in her ear, and bang on the walls of the room she was in:D

ED is cool.

EDIT: Chem has a bar in his town that is pretty fawked up..I'll find stories later.

Venue I am going to on Sunday was a school, slaughter house and bus station before becoming a bar/club in 73. Apparently lots of people have opened bathroom stall doors and saw a girl hanging, blood spots on stage, and shit flying around.:D

lots of ghosts around, you are missing out if you are the type of person they don't interact with

yeah, id like to see the video

ive seen and heard ghosts do things
but never seen the ghosts themselves though

damn, that shit is scary

ttt

(I love ghost stories)

Maybe the distortions from the first post were out-of-focus gnats or flys performing an ancient druid mating ritual on the plastic bubble that covers the camera?

I was born and raised next door to a cemetary. We used to always take friends up there on Halloween night and jump out from behind headstones to scare them. I've never seen, nor do I believe in ghosts, but some of my and my sister's friends did, and they would get really freaked out. What really messed with people was when our bull would jump the fence and eat the flowers off of the graves while I just stood there and watched him until he was done. I have also helped dig a grave by hand, which was pretty cool. :D

Originally posted by LAME
I gots lots of shit.


My buddy ED is banging me in my room right now:D

TIE1ON even met ED, he loved to breathe hard in her ear, and bang her on the walls of the room she was in:D

ED is cool.

EDIT: Chem has a gay bar in his town that is pretty fawked up..I'll tell stories later.



:eek: :flipoff2:

Originally posted by LAME
Chem has a bar in his town that is pretty fawked up..I'll find stories later.




When Ireturned from college, around 92', I worked at a downtown bar that was a ballroom in the early 1920's. It was said that Al Capone and all the other gangsters used to frequent there on a regular basis. Well over time it had been opened as many resturaunts and even at one time was an old movie house.

I started there as a bartender, I worked Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri and Sat til 4:00 am. The weekends were packed, standing room only. The first part of the week we did not get much of a bar crowd. So I would sit there and watch Kung-Foo on USA network and smoke cigarettes. Since I am a big guy, the owner showed me where the gun was and they left. So every week night I was alone from 10:00 pm to 4:00 am.

My first encounter with the ghost came on a Monday morning around 2:30 am (I will never forget this). I was washing the last of the bar ware and starting my closing crap to get out at 4:00. The bar was one huge square and across from the dish well, where we did our dishes, was a corner mirror. On each wall was a mirror that met at the right at the corner. As I was washing everything I could see myself and what was behind me.

Now before I start this I have to say I was a skeptic of the paranormal. I believe in what I see. Well that all changed in a six month period.

Now as I said while at the sinks, I would watch the mirror for anyone who tried to creep in and rob me. This night I look and no one was there, I did not here the sqeak that the front door made. I could always tell when someone walked in by that sound. The next time I looked up there is a huge figure standing right behind me in the mirror. I almost shit my pants thinking some thief finally got me. I spin around ready for a fight and nobody was there. I think OK your just imagining things. Little too much on the Stephen King novels. So I go back to work. I look up again, same figure right behind me. This time instead of spinning around I watch the figure. I stands ther and shifts, I hear no sound, It was not a trick of the light, it just stood there while it kinda shifted. I really don't have a word to descibe it. I can see it clearly in my mind but to put it to words is hard. I am 6"3" and this thing had maybe a foot on me. So this time I turn around slowly, nobody, I look back to the mirror and its gone. No

Over the next four years working there, when I was alone, this thing would play games with me. It would cause things to fall, the bathroom doors would open etc, etc, etc. My wife, I met there. She used to come in and sit with me on the slow nights. One night she went into the bathroom, a second later she screams. I run in ready to kill some pervert that I thought had snuck in the ladies room. I meet her in the hall, she is hysterical, couldn't even speak. I go in every fucking door in the ladies room (12 doors) are opening and closing in rapid succession. I stand there stunned, and watch this happen for a minute or so. She left never to go back in there unless a lot of people were there.

We have had cleaning people leave in the middle of their shifts, refusing to return to work, unless someone else would be there. The place next to us was renevated from an old ballroom to a concert hall. Denny the manager would not go into the hall unless someone else was there. He told me one night he was booking bands and setting up schedules, he hears a noise outside the office. When he walked out, all the lights shut off and he looks up the grand staircase, descending down the stair case is a female figure that he said "sort of glowed", he also tried to produce the noise the form was making. It was sort of a whispering scream. Needless to say he ran out of there and would never stay late again.

Our cook Jimmy used to do part-time work over there. Setting up sound equipment, cleaning, basically the "everything" guy. We got to talking about the shit that happened to us, he starts to tell me that one night, after a Battle of the Bands tourny, he was cleaning up. He went downstairs to grab the cleaning equipment. The closet door slams shut and everthing on the shelf starts to shake violently. The mops and brooms all fall off their pegs and he described a sound of someone screaming upstairs. He never worked there again. The next day he walked into to Denny's office and told him what happened. Denny said he understood and they left it at that.

I used to talk with the manager and the other bartenders, they said since I was the new guy, that's why I got those shifts. They would not work them. They would tell me their the things that would happen to them. Very much the same that was happening to me. I didn't care, I was making money and this thing never touched me, just mind fuck you. At the end of the night it would try and talk to me, I would be in the office and I would hear someone shout "HEY YOU" or just a low moan or a scream from next door. I know I was the only person when it happened. At closing I would do a walk-through with a flashlight and a 9-iron from my car. I checked upstairs and downstairs, no one.

After a while I used to taunt it to see what would happen. Usually the screaming would become more frequent or doors would open but no harm would befall me. I dealt with that for over four years. I heard and had seen some freaky shit. I just took all the shifts that nobody would take. I go back home from time to time and see the old place. The new crowd of bartenders know me, but not all that well. One time I asked this kid about it, he was the new early week bartender. He didn't say anything but just looked at me and he his face had turned white. O yea, he knew what I was talking about.


Well that's my story, never encountered another ghost. Just bringing this back up has made me jumpy and I have goose bumps.

Incidently, that ballroom, The Madison Theater (http://www.historicpeoria.com/select.cfm?chose=98), is where the "Mudvayne: L(ive) D(osage) 50 - Live in Peoria" DVD was shot. And, Al Zuccarini, AKA "Big Al" of World Famous Big Al's (right accross the street) owns that bar now. By the way, "Big Al" is about 4'10. LOL

Great story, Chem :)

I am of the persuasion that I "think" I would welcome an encounter with a paranormal experience or UFO. I really do believe.

The reality of it is that if anything actually happened, it would probalby terrify me :shrug:

Chem needed one of these:

http://www.jdhancock.com/images/ghostbusters-trapL.jpg

I live in a house built in the 1890's. This is a small rural farm area and most folks enjoy a rather simple life. Just before my family and I moved in here a friend made the comment that she bet we would be out in a month or two. When I asked why she said this house had a history of "freakyness" being the type that likes to think himself level headed we moved in.

I could bore you all with countless odd things that have happened in this house since we have resided here....but a few highlights that come to mind are as follows.

I have a Siberian Husky that has "issues" ocassionaly at night...he gets VERY excited and spooked. *this is a dog that has taken on a badger or two in his day, and has never shown fear visably to about anything* one night he is really throwing a fit so I crawl out of bed to see what is going on...I found the pup stuffed into the dishwasher...door allmost shut with a microwave stand against it to keep him from escaping....all doors in the house were locked and I am sure NO one else in the family would have done it... so I chalk it up to "huh odd"

Another time....my oldest son is home alone...I get a call on my cell he is freaking...I rush home to find him standing on the front porch in his underware. When I askes WTF he was doing he just pointed to the house and kept shaking...I go in and in the living room are his clothes laying on the floor....I go back out ask him what is going on again and after much calming he finally tells me he was in the shower...heard the door open.....when he looked no one was there but his clothes were gone...after shower he is in a towel and headed to his room to get MORE clothes when he rounds corner in living room he see's his clothes "dancing" and as soon as he cried out startled they dropped to the floor. (I considered getting him help)

Then about three days latter I saw with my own eyes a plate sitting on the kitchen table suddenly slide to the edge....fall to the floor...and then I felt like I got hugged by "sumthing" and then all was normal..

it's been 6 years now and we all just don't let it bother us... nothing BAD has ever happened...the dog has even adjusted and sounds some nights like he is playing with sumone.....

NoRM

Bubba... sounds like you had something on the camera dome. Just something to think about.

Dead people are nothing to be afraid of. :rolleyes:
It's the LIVE ones ya gotta worry about... :flipoff2:

It was probably a couple of bugs on the camera dome.
I'm not from Missouri but will someone please SHOW me a 'ghost'. :D:D I've been around longer than most of you
and have yet to see one even though I have been in many places that were 'supposedly' haunted... Poltergeist, my ass. :rolleyes: :D:D:D

Originally posted by Glenn
I've been around longer than most of you
and have yet to see one even though I have been in many places that were 'supposedly' haunted... Poltergeist, my ass. :rolleyes: :D:D:D

I hate to say this cause it always pisses people off, but this is my experience. This kind of thing only happens to those that are mentally idle or that WANT to see/believe. My GF used to live at this house that was haunted. She called me several times scared. Not once ever did anything happen when I was there. :rolleyes:

Now I have the Damn ghost busters theme song rolling thru my head! :mad: :flipoff2:

Back when I was about 8, my brother and I camped out in the hayloft of the barn at my grandparents' farm. Sometime very early in the morning, I was awoken by the sound of cows mooing in the stalls below, and cowbells....

Mind you, they'd sold the entire herd off ten years earlier.

PHANTOM COW!!!!

Originally posted by jeep94xj
No "ghost stories" from me, but I am convinced there are aliens.

Isn't California proof of that?

Originally posted by Bubba Ray Boudreaux
So in the spirit of the upcoming Halloween (still 20-some days off:flipoff2:), let's talk about ghosts, ghoblins, spirits, black cats and all that mambo jambo........

Reason I bring this up is because I saw an interesting video at work this morning.

The complex I am at right now has a camera system covering most of the outside parking lots.

At 2210 last night (1010PM for you civilian mofos), God bless his soul the kid running the cameras (20 minutes before he was off) caught "something" in one of the parking lots.

This "something" could be described as a distortion that was round in shape and at first glance, one would think medium sized dog, but the distortion was completely round and there was no visible legs, head, anything.

This distortion is moving across the parking lot towards a building. Funny thing is that it passes over a white line denoting a parking stall, you can see the white line through the distortion.

Then before this distortion gets to the building, it goes into the air towards the second level of the building. The kid followed it with the camera and once this distortion gets to the second level, it's pretty much lost, but wait, there's more. There is a balcony up there (no entrance inside) and there's another distortion on the balcony.

Even though this thing was shaded black, you could see thing such as the white line and the sidewalk edge through it. When it went into the air, there was a shadow below it on the ground.

We slowed-mo the video and at various points, you can see "something" joining this distortion and if one watches carefully, at times there appears to be a lower body, but it blends in with the pavement, ala "Predator" from the movies.

That's about it, but just a little note that may weird you out. This place use to be a childrens' hospital and had a morgue at the time and this isn't the first "thing" that's been caught on camera, yet this is the first that really can't be explained. Some people that work at night claim to hear voices and babies crying, yet there's all of ten people inside the place at night and they are all adults.............................


And he just let in in the building from the second floor balcony? I thought he was security! Get off your ass and go secure the building, dude!


:flipoff2:

I am one that ghosts don't interact with apparently. No ghosts.

I've seen a UFO though. Don't know if that belongs in this thread.

For those who missed the last discussion.
Some good stories on this thread too.

http://www.pirate4x4.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=168906&highlight=ghosts

I had a friend that lived in a house in Whittier CA where weird stuff always happened, but never experienced it myself. Everyone in the family verifies the stories, and they arent the creative type to make the stuff up. Noises, shadows going across hallways with nobody there to make the shadow, stuff moving.. the weirdest was a large Bible that was given to them as a gift, brand new. They set it on the coffee table that night & went to bed. They heard typical noises for thier home that night, and ignored it as usual. The next morning when they woke up, they noticed it was gone off the coffee table. They looked around for it, but couldnt find it. When they got set to leave, they went outside & it was on the back porch, with a large bite out of it, and the pages were yellowed and dried like it had aged 100 years overnight. All the doors were locked and the backyard was fenced, and they had no animals. They moved less than a year later.

These are some cool stories, I believe in ghosts, and like to visit "haunted" places. I've tried to talk my friends into going camping at place here in Utah called Dove Creek Camps, it was a camp for workers that were building the railway, and it's said that at night you can hear them speaking, and sometimes you will feel a rumble and hear a train, if you look the light will be coming straight at you, but there aren't tracks any longer.


Anyway, here's a site that has some cool pictures and EVP's ( Electronic Voice Phenomenon)

Utah Ghosts Hunters (http://www.ghostwave.com/)

TTT

More, please... :)

Killer thread. I for one only believe what my eyes see. Not to say the possibility does not exist, just that I have never expierenced it.

Tons of creepy stuff here! :evil:



http://communities.anomalies.net/cgi-bin/bbs/ultimatebb.cgi

http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?act=idx

2 stories:

when i was about 16, a bunch of us (6 or 8) were having an overnight party at a friends house for his birthday (late october). we were staying at the 1840's manor that he grew up in and his family still lived at. it was one of the stops along the undeground RR going thru central Indiana. anyway, we'd been to a couple haunted houses, acted like retards, and were bedding down for the night in the great room which was a addition in the late 1800's. the house was originally rectangle shaped and this addition made it and "L". windows on all 3 sides...

3 of the guys were going to show up late and never did, about half an hour after the lights went out, they came back on...the door was shut and made noise when opened...someone was in the room. we all woke up and thought my buddies dad was playing tricks on us. so, we turned off the lights, put something in front of the door, and waited...about 10 minutes later, CLICK, the lights are on and we are freaking out! immediately, someone turns them back off. a couple minutes later, there is a green glow outside and goes around all 3 sides of the room. we could see the light thru the windows. at this time we thought our buddies were playing tricks on us. we all ran outside to find NOTHING. we found out later that they didn't get home from their trip until the following day. -unexplained-



next, i was a senior in HS and was "exploring" an old barn way back behind my parents property on a friday afternoon after school. it was an old gambrel barn with a loft and had been used for parties back in the 20's-mid 40's. the last time i was in there, there were 2 restrooms, a stage, piano, kitchen, etc....all just as they were in the 40's and covered in racoon crap and dust.

i go upstairs and find a book laying on a shelf. i open it up and a card falls out onto the floor. i pick it up and it says "you're invited to a barn dance, May 15th, 1942".

i was standing there, with this card in my hand, on May 15th, 1992....i thought it was odd.

then i realized i picked this card up EXACTLY 50 years after the party. both May 15th, 1942 and May 15th, 1992 fell on a Friday....

at that time i about freaked!

Originally posted by Priest
Bubba... sounds like you had something on the camera dome. Just something to think about.

That's what I was thinking, but............

The parking stall white lines can be seen through it. Nothing there. But when it gets about ten feet from the doors of the welfare office, it goes into the air and the shadow of it can be seen on the ground....Just one thing though, this happened at night and the only light is off to the left. The shadow is directly below it.

Freaky freaky.

I'm going to talk to my bosses and see if I can get me a copy of the video..............

I guess I must be someone they don't mess w/ also, as I haven't had anything weird or "ghost-like" happen to me that I can remember. :D

A friend in college was having a band practice at his house one snowy night when they took a break and started screwing around with his kid sisters ouija board. They made a contact and asked for a "sign". Well, nothing happened so they went back to practicing. Next break they're in the kitchen and they here the front doorbell ring. One guy went to answer it and when he comes back he says the guy at the front door says he's the sign. When they get to the front door, no one was there and there were no footprints in the fresh snow.
I've seen a candle flame get 18" long when some friends asked for a sign. A home made ouija board almost guarantees a contact. I would never ask for a sign though. I've seen to many weird things.

yeah I've had quite a few.

Originally posted by Chemical442

sort of a whispering scream

Well, the story didn't really get me going, but I'm not afraid of ghosts. Now fawking monsters like werewolves or 8' tall reptilian/insectile shambling horrors scare me, but I've never seen one of those. anywhooo...

That line reminded me of the screams in Half Life. Except those are sort of singing/wailing/agonizing/joyous screams. Definitely the creepiest sound evah.

Lap Kitty dug up the best thread on SA. Here are some of Tacocriminal's stories.

The sealed, seance room at the old farm house.

My grandmothers house is a restored and remodeled farmhouse. The foundation, and most of the downstairs, is unchanged from when the orignal house was built around 150 years ago. All of the materials, the lumber, iron nails, thick door frames, are all the same. For a better mental picture of the house, the downstairs is very similar to the house in the 1990 return of the living dead. The difference is the hidden basement, and the previously sealed room.

Without going into boring detail, a hidden basement was discovered at my grandparents house about 40 years ago, and there was a strangely shaped room down there. No one knew what the room was for, until a local psychic looked at the room and immediately told my grandparents to stay away from it, and to move the antique furniture out of the room.

The psychic, or as the town called her "witch," left the house in a panic repeatedly mumbling "bad people," and "cursed." My grandparents didn't do as she said, and only moved out the furniture when my father and mother bought a house.

Family and friends always thought the old witch was just a crazy woman, until the problems started. Now, no relative on either side of the family will accept the furniture, and some can't even bring themselves to look at it when they're at my parents house.

No one goes in the basement. No one can figure out why the basement has smelled like rotting meat ever since the furniture was moved. There has never been an explaination why the door to the basement will unlock itself, and open. The fresh flowers grandma used to arrange downstairs will always wilt in a day, and everyone who has stayed and been in the bathroom has heard at least once someone knock on the basement door and quietly ask "hello?"

Like my parents house. . .except not as worse.

This is the background story before the serious stuff

next

The death bed/ The silent mirror.

The worst part of the furniture that was moved was an old wooden bed that was painted in a faded, pea soup green, and the matching mirror cabinet. Everyone hated these pieces of furniture after the move.

The bed frame had a huge, plain headboard, and there were pillars in the four corners of the bed that ended in a dull, arrowhead shape. Because of the design of the bed, the mattress would rest just below a thick frame that connected all the pillars. When you laid down in the sunken bed surrouned by its high, wooden walls, you always felt like the bed was swallowing you. About 150 years ago, an unknown relative of the family built this bed, and no parts had been changed since. Every time you rolled on the bed it would creak loudly, moaning under the stress it has had to endure over the decades.

The matching mirror was a huge and flawless despite its age, and the ornate frame for the piece showed no signs of wear. The mirror was attached above cabnets, so an average size man could only see his reflection above his waist. In the room that had both pieces, the mirror faced the bed. The headboard of the bed faced the door, and the mirror was on the same side as the door. If you wanted to see your reflection in the mirror, you had to walk into the room and stand infront of the bed.

The reason the bed is called the death bed is because family members would always sleep on the bed when they were extremely sick, or going to die. Almost all of my dads family had died on that bed, and by coincidence, a few of my mothers family passed aways as well there. My first experience with the death bed was when I was a child, and I had a bad case of strep throat. I had to sleep on the bed.

I had fallen asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow, but my fever was too strong, and I woke up in pain around midnight. As I lay in the bed, struggling against the pain and facing the wall on the left side of the bed, I heard the bed creak. Not only did I hear the bed creak, but I could feel it move.

I lay motionless until the creak happened again, and I felt someone roll over closer to me. Thinking it may be my mother who might have come in to keep an eye on me since I was sick, I rolled over to see if she was asleep. Someone else was there.

A woman, probably in her thirties, was facing me. She was staring right at me with her eyes and mouth wide open. She looked like she was going to start crying and wail out in pain, but she just stared. Surrounding her eyes and mouth were dark blue circles, and her straight black hair was thrown covered part of her face. Her cheeks were sunk in, and her mouth kept dropping more and more open like the sorrow was becoming too much. I turned away to try and grap a hold of the side bed and pull myself out, and when I looked back she was no longer there. I crawled back into the bed, put the sheets over my head, and didn't move for the rest of the night.

I told my mother what I saw in the morning, and she didn't seem too concerned until I mentioned how sad and hurt the woman looked. My mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table with me, stood up, went to the bedroom where my father was getting ready for work, and starting talking to him. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but he came out soon after and said "don't go in that room again, and you're not to sleep in there again, I don't care how sick you are." I asked if it was because of the woman and he said yes, and then I asked if i'm going to be in trouble and he said "your great aunt is dead, she won't bother you and she was nice woman."

She is the only young woman to die on the bed. She died of some type of asphixiation (sp?) that the farmland doctors couldn't figure out. Apparently she stopped getting enough oxygen being pumped in her blood, and she died being virtually paralyzed and unable to call out for hours.

The good poltergeist stuff is comming up; this is the calm stuff.

More death bed/mirror

Although this particular mirror (there are three total) never conjured the big problems like the other mirrors, it did something strange always. The room with the bed and mirror had blinds that keep all the light out of the room when closed, and at night, there was no light at all. The room was always pitch black except the mirror, which would glow. It wouldn't project light or illuminate anything, but it would glow brightly despite no light being directed to it at all. If you went to look in the mirror, you could see a clear reflection of yourself, but NOTHING else in the room. It was like you existed in a void.

Death bed silent man

My first encounter with the silent man was about two years after the dead woman on the bed. It was during the day, and I was looking through the mirror cabnet draws for an old stapler. I found the stapler, and I as I was looking at it to see if it needed staples (or if it would work), I heard a man clearly say:

"Hi"

He didn't say it in a friendly tone, but more of "I see you" sort of tone. What's worse is I looked up into the mirror and I was alone in the room. I moved as quickly out of the room as I could, and as I did I heard the same voice, but in a growling, angry voice say:

"Get back here"

I didn't, but whatever it was was now angry, and people started to take notice.

Since the room with the bed was at the end of the end of the hall, you could look right in to the living room from the doorway. Also, you could always see me leave my room since. I remember the first time I left my room and froze in fear as I looked into the doorway of the death bed room. There was something like a man, translucent, crouched down like a panther ready to pounce. I stared into the top of the head of the "man" (because the figure was looking down), until I gathered enough courage to run for the living room where my parents were. As I took off, so did it, and it jabbed me in the small of my back, knocking me down. Over the period of a year, this happened a few more times, and I have scars on my lower back the size of fingertips. There are no fingerprints, but there are unusual and consistent ovalish scars.

Also, since my parents room were right next door to the death bed room, the door to my parents room would slam shut. It would only slam shut when someone was trying to enter or leave the room, sometimes hitting one of my parents in the face with the door. My mother was pissed one day that the doors would do that and I said it was the ghost in the death bed room. She said she knew, and her and my father could hear something laughing through the walls sometimes.

She closed and bolted the door shut until we moved. Occasionally you would hear something knock lightly on the door and ask "hello" very quietly. When we moved, my parents had the bed and mirror destroyed to take care of the problem. Unfortunately we then decided to keep the old music boxes and the buried mirrors.

On a kinda side note: No one had ever experienced anything bad with the bed, or anything with the angry male ghost until it was moved into the seance room in the farm house basement. People don't go down there anymore because something else also knocks lightly on the closed basement door and asks "hello."

The big stories about the old music boxes and the two mirrors are next.


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First the old music boxes.

I hated this fuckin' things since the first time I saw them. They were about 100 years old, ceramic (mostly), highly decorated with sky and clouds type themes, and the music that came out of them were perfect. All three of them, the two clouds and soaring ballerina (the top had a ballerina that would twirl when the box was wound), were in perfect condition. They just didn't seem right. The people had left these boxes and everything else their daughter had behind. They were angry with her because she commited suicide, and didn't want a reminder of such a bad child. Wow, what a happy family.

We stored everything she used to have in the attic except the boxes (my mom loved them), and we didn't take down this mirror thing she had in her room. Instead of a full-length mirror, she took mirror squares and glued them almost next to each other on a part of the wall. It was like a broken, full-length mirror that faced the bed. Luckily, I got the room with the horrible mirror.

One day, the dog was chasing one of our cats around, bumps into the dresser that had the music boxes on them, and all the boxes fall to the floor and break. There were only two people that were upset that happened: my mother and the daughter.

We were there only one month after that, and it was a nightmare. Our dog suddenly developed over 50 ulcers in her stomach and died. . .in three days. Eventhough there was no smoke, you and everyone around you would start choking and coughing. Air would rush so strongly by your ears sometimes that you couldn't hear the world around you. People would start sleep walking (the only time ever in this house during this period) and leave the house. You would always wake up outside like it was an eviction of a supernatural kind. Then there was her mirror.

She looked very similar to the girl in the ring (no drowing symptoms, evil whitish eyes, or any of that stuff, but she wore a white night dress and has long, dark hair). I remember being in bed and looking at the mirrors, when I saw her for the first time. It was like the mirrors were really one big, broken window, and she was looking through. Just her upper body because she was like peering around through the mirrors at me, and she was angry. Sometimes she would look scared or worried, but most of the time is was pure anger. I hid everytime I saw something like that, except when I was leaving the room. Sometimes I would be walking out and I would look at the mirror at an angle, and I could see her kinda like hiding behind the wall so you couldn't see her if you looked directly at the mirror.

She apparently appeared in some other mirrors in the house, but I didn't see them. New tennets moved in after us, and then quickly moved away. The house had been abandoned for a few years and was recently torn down.

Next are the antique mirros that used to be buried. (Why my mother and father wanted them, I have no idea.)

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More about the death bed I forgot

Just about everyone that knows the death bed room remembers the mumbling voices. If you left my room at about 1 a.m. about, or noon which is ood, you could hear about 10 people "talking," but it was more like a whole bunch of mumbling voices. If you got to about two steps from the doorway to the room, they would stop but not all at once. It was like someone said "eveybody quiet," and not everybody did right away.

I had a sleep over, and one of my friends got up to use the bathroom at night. He said when he was comming back that he heard the mumbling in the room that I told him about a while ago. However, he didn't go up to the door, but stood there and tried to listen to what's going on (the angry male ghost hadn't appeared yet, so there was no reason to be scared). Eventually, the voices quickly died down and he left about 5 seconds after it was quiet. As he started to walk to my room, the door to the death bed room closed very slowly, and he says he heard something like a giggle.

When he made it to my room he was so scared he was crying.

This guy actually went back to his parents and got pics of all the furniture, and the house. The pics from the mirrors are sorta fawked up, dunno if they are still around, though.

The mirrors

There are two mirrors, both wall hanging, both originally from scotland in our house. They are both around 150 to 200 years old and in great condition. About 100 of those years they were buried in the ground by one of my relatives. Before he poisoned himself, he said that "they won't leave me alone. There's too many of them. Just leave me alone!" about why he did what he did (the mirrors). It was his dying wish that they stay buried until we move from the land, and then someone has to destroy them. We had to dig them up around 40 year ago, but the family didn't destroy them.

There was no problem with the mirrors until we hung them on the walls.

Five women on my mothers side of the family (where the mirrors are from) have committed suicide. All five had the brown frame mirror in their room.

Two men have gone mad. Both had the metal frame mirror in their room.

I lived (briefly) in one room with the brown, and the other room with the metal frame, and I know what they faced.

The metal frame mirror:

The metal frame mirror is larger than the brown mirror, and it doesnt have a thick frame. The main reflective part is a rectangle about three feet long and two feet high, and this part is "pushed forward" by curved pieces of metal attached to the main metal frame. Think of a rectangle in a rectangle, and the middle rectangle is being raised upwards by metal bars attached to the larger rectangle. Since the reflective part isn't directly connected to the frame, it feels like it has no border like one of those edgeless swimming pools.

This is the watcher mirror.

I have never seen a mirror be so clear in my entire life. It is absolutely flawless despite the years and rough treatment. Unfortunately you notice things with this mirror.

During the evening, I was getting ready to go out and I was looking in the mirror. I was casting a shadow on the wall behind me and I noticed something strange. If you can imagine your shadow moving its head when you're not moving yours, that's what I got. But it wasn't my shadow really, but something that was hiding in my shadow that kept moving out of my shadow line. I froze for about 20 seconds, and started to move out of the room until I noticed the other shadow's head turn and look in the mirror. I ran out of the room and didn't look back.

Twice before people have seen a human shaped shadow move on its own in the basement of my house.

Also in that mirror I have seen a very faint male-looking head and torso when the lights are off and i'm in bed. The head is looking down and then moves so the ghost is looking at the sky, and then it's gone. If I didn't have such bad experiences when I was a kid, I would crack too at that sort of thing. This mirror always seems to have someone watching you, but it doesn't do anything else.

The other mirror is evil.

I write some more, I just need a drink. I got loads of stories. The baddest one of all, the blood mirror is next.


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The blood mirror

I would rather have the death bed than this mirror. Sure, I don't live at home anymore, but the fact that it exists bothers me. It's called the blood mirror because the seal used to keep the back of the mirror to the frame is blood. Blood isn't like glue so were were able to crack the frame off easily (we were going to save the frame and replace the mirror around the first week we had it, but we put everything back together). One of my mothers relatives (the first woman to kill herself) used to do this with cabnet seals and stuff, so we weren't shocked when it happened, but we were spooked.

She tried to put her blood in everything because she was some type of witch, and she was trying to live forever or something. I know that's going to raise questions but we don't really know because there aren't any records of her anymore or any solid information or basis really in witchcraft. She was probably just plain nuts.

Here's a diagram of the upstairs where the mirror is. It will be important later.


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Brothers Room | Bathroom | Parents Room
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It's crude, but there you go. It's all upstairs.

Ghost stairs

There are three types of ghosts on the stairs. The first is the casual walker, who will walk at a calm pace. Even if you stare at the stairs, whatever it is will keep walking. This doesn't happen to often anymore, but it was really cool when it did.

The second is the clumbsy runner. Someone just takes off and kinda trips and stumbles on the stairs on the way up. It's like a kid running. Very rare to happen.

Both all reach the landing on the second floor and walk towars the blood mirror room, past the metal mirror room. That's how I connect the stairs walkers, but I could be wrong.

The third is horrible.

I was asleep one night and I woke up to a loud thud downstairs. I listened as whatever it was ran full speed to the stairs, up the stairs, down the hall, and slammed into the door with the blood mirror in it and kept slamming. . .where I was sleeping. I started shaking because I just woke up and it sounded like some madman was in the house comming for me and I wasn't ready. My dad comes out of his room and yells "what the fuck are you doing at. . " and trails off. No one was there in the hallway.

The knocker

The knocker comes in two varieties. The knocking with the death bed room is more of someone making a fist, sticking out his or her index finger, and gently rapping on the door. The first knocker with the mirror is nothing like that. It's more of a full fist, all four knuckles rapping on the door. This one comes once in a while and just knocks on the blood mirror door for about two minutes, sometimes during the day.

"knock knock knock" (quickly but gently)
Me: "yeah, what?"
"knock knock knock"
Me: "yeah?"
"Knock knock knock"
Me: "what?!" (I go to answer the door)
I open the door and there's only dead silence.

The second knocker is a full-fist pounding that shakes the door. This has happened twice.

The first time was 10 seconds of beating on the door at 2 in the morning. I go to the door because I think it's an emergency, and no one is there.

The second time I heard the pounding and didn't get up (this was about six months later). Every ten seconds something would pound on the door and pause for about one minute. Then I heard the doorknob wiggle. Scratching on the door. The doorknob shaking slightly.

Then BAM!! One big hit smacks the door and I hear something run downstairs and into the kitchen, where there is no more noise.

Scratching.

Scratching has been heard on many seperate occasions, from either inside the closet or from behind the mirror. I would have to say from behind the closet is scarier to me because I saw the movie House when I was young, and if you've seen that movie you know that a certain part can leave an impression on a kid.

The scratching is very light, and not in one spot. The scratching will go from low in the closet to high like something trying to figure a way out. If you see the orginal haunting, there is a scene when something is trying to get into a door and it sounds just like this. The pounding on the door wasn't similar, but the scratching is dead on.

Behind the mirror you hear scratching sometimes, only around 1 or five in the morning. Sometimes there is a tapping sound, but mostly scratching.

I got more, but I got to take a break for a sec if that's ok.

Why I hate the blood mirror.

Sure it attracts things that knock on the door and run up the stairs. Yeah there's scratching and tapping from the closet and mirror. When you look at it though, it's just noise. The blood mirror, however, is more than just noise.

It could be any day, at any time, with any one in the room, and then it attacks. Since the mirror has no way to directly hurt you, it makes you hurt yourself. I have been quietly watching tv or talking to friends that are in the same room with me and the blood mirror, and you can feel it come alive.

The room temperature will drop 40, 50, 60 degrees within minutes so you can see your breath. You can't concentrate or focus on what you were doing. Your eyes can't focus on one point, and you're unaware of what you're body is doing. All you can really hear is your heart pounding at a rythmic pace. Suddenly you, and anyone else around, is in a haze. . .a trance.

When you regain focus, you realize you're bleeding.

The most common thing people will do is scratch themselves with their fingers on their left hand on their right arm or upper chest. Without thinking, people will dig huge gashes into their bodies with just their fingers and not know it. Everytime they will look at the mirror when they realize what they just did.

It doesn't happen often, but when it does it's truly frightening. The best example I have is when I brought my now ex-girlfriend to show her the room because I had told her about all the ghosts in my house. When we walked in I said:

"Here's my old room, and there's the mirror."

And as soon as I said that and pointed to the mirror, the temperate began to drop drastically. I went over to some shelves to see how much of my stuff my little brother had taken since I had left, and I took my eyes off her. When I looked back at her she was staring at a wall, with a desperately sorrowful face, and digging into her right arm. I grabbed her, and as I did I must have woke her up out of her trance. She looked scared until she saw the cuts in her arm and screamed. She was out of the house before I could leave the room. As soon as she left, the room instantly got warmer. It wanted her. . .something about her she liked.

The blood mirror still stands today behind an old dresser. My mother always gets crippling arthritic pain whenever she goes to take down the mirror and get rid of it. The pain is so bad she can't even grip silverware. . .until she decides to do something else. I moved the dresser drawer to hide the mirror, to bury it, so it won't bother anyone else. Some day the dresser drawer will be moved and the mirror will reflect the light of day again, and I know it will be even angrier than it was before I hid it. I pity the person that inherits it then.

Thank God for ebay.

Sorry for the crappy joke. Anyways, I need to clarify some earlier stuff I wrote about so i'll do that in another post if you want me too. Also, i've got some other stories, some of which are my friends if you want them. Thanks for all the support so far.


Oh, and some ghost links for fun:

http://www.guaridadeyog.com/amityvillefotos.htm

http://paranormal.about.com/library...y/aa101402a.htm



yarrr

In regards to the seance room in the basement:

Furniture from upstairs was moved downstairs, and into the seance room accidentally. The furniture was later moved out when my parents bought a house, and put the death bed and mirror into the third bedroom for guests. I have no idea why they would want to use the family death bed for a guest bed, but I guess it was free.

If you want a mental picture of the basement, here it is. The basement is a simple rectangle, maybe 20 feet long, and 15 feet wide. Then there is a seance room, I forget the specs but it's built for "satanic" type rituals, attached to the basement walls. The seance room is right by the steps up to the basement door.

The basement door was hidden on a wall in the huge downstairs bathroom. The mirror faces the basement door, so you could be looking in the mirror and hear the knocking behind you.

Whatever it is in the basement "talked" to me three times in one day. The first time it knocked and asked hello, the second time it knocked and asked hello but a bit more worried than before, the third time it just angrily "breathed" out at me. If you exhale lightly at first and then exhale strongly and quickly at the end, you can kinda get the idea of what I heard.

Basement:

Only thing here is the shadow man and the swinging boxing bag. The shadow man has only been seen twice, and has "charged" everytime he knows you're looking. He doesn't come straight at you, but follows the walls around.

The swinging punching bag was really fun. It happened about every other time anyone was downstairs, and it was really cool. I had a 110 pound leather punching bag attached to the ceiling of the basement. Really simple construction: just a swivle hitch bolted into the ceiling, and a three chains attached to the hitch. You would be sitting downstairs, watching tv or talking to friends, and the chain would start to creak. For a while we thought vibrations somehow moved the bag, until two of us saw how it started. The bag would be perfectly still, then it would move about a foot in one direction, and then swing back. It was creepy because you knew something was moving that bag.

Ground floor:

All you get are the occasional runner, the night light painting, and I guess orbs. Once in a while you see a quick flash of light like a firefly, usually in the spring or fall.

Upstairs:

This is where the mirrors are and the knocking. Sometimes you hear mumbling, something moving papers (and always fucking up the system you have), lots of motion in the mirrors (bathroom and metal frame), and one of our dogs growling at something in the hallway briefly. If you have cat in your room, the cat will wake up sometimes and just stare at the door for a good five minutes, and then sometimes go under the bed. The upstairs is where the fun is.

Oh, and I should mention that our new dog won't go into the dinning room where most of our inherited stuff is. He'll whine and cry if he looks in there, won't come if you're offering him tasty hamburger, and will fight you if you carry him in there. He gets over it, and then one night you hear the china cabnet move in the dinning room, and he freaks out.

Until this thread, I never really thought about all the fucked up stuff we have in our house. I knew we had some bad things, but I just realized how much we have there.

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If you want to visit a graveyard, make sure you go to a fairly public one. Make sure the road that the graveyard is on has steady traffic, and that the graveyard isn't in total isolation. Make sure people know where you are. I learned the hard way why people can have picnics in some, and disappear in others.

There is a hidden graveyard in one of the few "forests" in the middle of illinois. Since it didn't show up on any current maps, and the only road to the place was what was left of the gravel path laid down decades ago, you had to hear about the place from someone you knew. Fortunately, the grandmother of one of my friends knows where this place is, and made the mistake of telling us where it is.

She called it a "quiet place," where the residents don't like to have their peace disturbed. Most of the people that were buried there were criminals that committed social crimes like stealing food in the depression. Some were executed, killed by the owners of what they were trying to steal, or they died of some disease that would be easily treatable if there was enough money for a doctor. Some of the victims were buried there along with the criminal that attacked them in sort of a eternal peace offering that all was forgiven. People rested in peace there because the hectic conflicts of their lives were finally over, and all had been forgiven.

Apparently they wanted to keep it that way.

The grandmother said that there were good people there, bad people that had no choice but to be bad, and bad people that hurt others for no reason. Now they get along because they are sorry for what they did, the good people accept that, and everyone rests in harmony. When asked how she knew that, she said "since you're going to go anyways, just take some time to notice how quiet it is there. If just one person didn't like another, there wouldn't be that peace."

It was quiet in the woods.

The gravel road lead to double door iron bar gates that were connected to an iron bar fence. The gate was at least 12 feet at its sweeping pinnacle, and the iron fence was about eight feet with a spiked crown. Luckily, the gate was open.

As my three friends and I walked the graveyard, we noticed that is was still very well kept. The grass was still low on the ground, and there were no signs of vandalism. The graveyard had been abandoned for about 30 years, so it was confusing how it could look so nice.

There were various types of gravestones from the simple flat in the earth kind, to large monuments with the virgin mary adorning the top. Mausoleums were in the back of the graveyard mostly, and there was a small chapel in the middle of the cemetary. It was a nice contrast between the large, rectangular mausoleums, and sharp, barn roof chapel, and they looked to be in perfect condition.

The fence surrounded the entire cemetary and a large portion of woods in the back. The woods were unused for anything that seemed to be part of the graveyard, but they were fenced in. The woods pressed flushly against the fence on all sides, and it was impossible to see through the trees. The cemetary was perfectly isolated from any unintentional visitors.

We arrived at sundown on a clear september day. The heat was low, the wind was light, and the night was clear. Aside from our occasional whisper, the only noise was the gentle rustling of the dark forest that surrounds us.

After an hour of quietly observing the grounds, we began to talk more. The conversations grew louder and louder, and we began to become more comfortable with our new surroundings. Someone suggested that we try the door to the chapel (since we were no longer scared), and we all went to the door of the building. The chapel door faced the entrance to the gate, and we all gave a quick look to make sure it was still open before we tried the door.

It was locked, and my friend kept trying the knob. He shook the door to see if they were just stuck, and pounded on them as well. We convinced him to give up, and we retreated to the back of the graveyard to look at the mausoleums more.

We had made a mistake. Stupidly, we had broke the silence.

Walking back to the mausoleums, I noticed something was in the trees. I told my friends to hold up, and come check out what I was looking at. As we walked parallel to the tree line, what it was came into focus.

What appeared to be a thin man was standing there, perfectly still. He was in a black suit, with a black tie, and had short black hair slicked back on his head. His face was pale and his mouth was closed, but there was something very wrong with is eyes. They were at least three to four times larger than normal eyes, and they were wide open. He looked like someone tried to represent what a human looks like, but made a mistake. It was wrong, it wasn't real.

He started walking towards us.

At first we thought the expression was that of shock, but we realized it was intense anger. We all yelled "RUN!" and ran back to the front of the graveyard to the gate. As we were running, I looked behind me and saw that is was running too, and gaining on us. I was the last one out, and two seconds after I slipped through I heard a loud WAM on the iron gates behind me. The gates weren't closed, but something had hit them so hard after I left that they were shaking.

We piled in the car and took off down the road when one of my friends, the one who shook the doors, realized he had dropped his wallet and money back there. Apparently, his pants caught a tree branch outside of the gate, ripping his pocket and sending his stuff everywhere. He finally convinced us to turn around so he could check outside of the fence at least for it.

We parked about 30 feet away from the gate and let him get out. We're not going to risk ourselves. As he gets out, he runs to the gate, looks to his left, and then slides in between the trees and the fence, out of our sight. 10 seconds later we see him, holding his wallet, and slowly walking along inbetween the trees and the fence, and staring into the graveyard.

Right on the other side of the fence, no more than a foot away, the thing that chased us is walking right in front of him, matching his speed and staring right into his eyes. He finally gets to the road and runs back to the car, and as we speed way we saw the ghost staring right at us. A wind picked up and moved a tree branch in front of our view for just a second, and the ghost was gone when the branch cleared our view.

I know I can avoid the watcher if I stay away from his graveyard, but I don't know what other watchers I may accidentally disturb. . .

. . .Even in my own house.

Those are some good stories, Lame. Most of it can be explained via natural occurences though. For example the hidden basement smell and flowers wilting was most likely from a methane (or other) gas build up over the years.

Also the kid sleeping in the bed that had a "Vision" of his great aunt doesn't surprise me either. Many years ago I had strep throat AND chicken pox at the exact same time and I had many crazy visions myself due to the 103+ degree temperature I had.

Still very good stories though!

Nice place....


Originally posted by RocKrawler
...they went outside & it (the new bible) was on the back porch, with a large bite out of it, and the pages were yellowed and dried like it had aged 100 years overnight. All the doors were locked and the backyard was fenced, and they had no animals. They moved less than a year later.


Too bad we can't stay.

Keep them coming!

I own 2 black cats. Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday.

Lame

What I never got about TacoCriminal is why the fawk did his family keep all that shit. It's like his folks wanted him to go through all that shit

Moose

Originally posted by Moose
Lame

What I never got about TacoCriminal is why the fawk did his family keep all that shit. It's like his folks wanted him to go through all that shit

Moose

He explained that, but I forgot what the reason was

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I worked at a psych hospital here in New Hampshire for a year. It was one of the worst jobs I've ever had, but it provided me with some pretty fucked up stories to tell. As you might imagine, places like psychiatric hospitals are pretty turbulent places. I was hired, despite my lack of pych training, because I was big and a little bit initimidating. They needed people like me on the Adult and Adolescent units because these were very violent times. It was 1999, 9 months before Y2K and only a few weeks before Columbine so the lunatics were coming out of the woodwork. We had apocalypse freaks, people who swore they had psychic powers and the government was trying to kill them, we had a Columbine wannabe admitted once or twice a week. They were also some of the roughest, most violent patients that the hospital had ever hosted. So they needed people like me to sort of keep the peace and take the violent people down so nurses would stop getting hurt.

The kids liked me so the hospital director put me on the Adolescent Unit a lot. The Adolescent Unit turned out to be home to a shitload of spooks. I experienced a couple of them. After lights out, each hallway (boys hall and girls hall) was watched over by a counselor. I was sitting in a chair in he boy's hall. My job was to make sure no one was up and moving around and that people were going to sleep. If I heard anyone talking, I was to shut them up. You can tell where this is going... I'm flipping through my book when I hear voices in one of the rooms. It's just muffled but I have to get up and check it out anyway. I start to get nervous when I hear the voices coming from an empty room. It was a quiet week on the unit and only half of the boys bedrooms were occupied. I open the door, expecting to find a couple of kids in there, since I heard two voices, but find an entirely empty room. The talking continued right up until the point when I opened the door. As soon as it opened, the talking stopped. I close the door, go back to my chair, chilled right down to the bone. That was pretty creepy. I hear more talking but decide that it can't be from that room, so I start going room to room. Everyone is out like a light. The talking is still coming from that room. After my shift was over, I went out for a beer with the nurses and other counselors and told them about it. This was some sort of initiation for me, I guess. They talked about how everyone has had some sort of weird experience on the unit. It's like a rite of passage.

I heard stories about the quiet room in the girls hall. Sometimes girls in the neighboring bedroom hear screaming and pounding on the walls... when there's no one in the quiet room.

I was told about the figure of a man that can be seen (and I did see him) walking in the halls on the Adult Unit. You always catch him out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look at him fully, there's no one there.

The head nurse told me about a child on the Adolescent Unit seeing someone hanging by a belt in their bathroom. The staff checked it out and calmed the hysterical kid, but found nothing. The kicker? A kid hung himself by a belt from the shower curtain rod a year prior. For this reason, break away curtain rods were now installed in each room and no one was allowed to wear belts.

A massive blood stain was found on the floor of a girl's bedroom once by a counselor doing checks in the halls. She ran to get the staff, thinking someone bled to death on the floor. They all ran down to the room in rubber gloves and everyone saw the stain. The girls occupying the room should have been in the gymnasium, and some of the staff went to find them. Like they should have been, both girls were in the gym, perfectly fine. When the nurses went back to the room, the stain was completely gone.

Lincoln's Wax

My house is almost 100 years old and at least two people have died in it.

All through my childhood, there were noises that came from upstairs. I lived upstairs, but during the day, I stayed downstairs with my grandmother. There were constantly noises of people walking or someone going up and down the creaky staircase. No huge thing, the house just always felt creepy, especially at night.

First major encounter with the unknown... when my grandfather was in the hospital for the last time, the house was usually empty in the evenings. My older brother moved in with us and he stayed upstairs and the only other living thing in the house was my grandmother's dog, Nicky. One night, after visiting my grandfather, going out to eat and then hitting the grocery store, we come home. It was around 9pm and my brother was upstairs. As I headed onto the porch with a load of groceries I heard an extremely loud bang, as if someone were throwing incredibly large things around inside the house. I was dumbfounded and stood there for a few seconds, the bang was that loud. My brother comes full speed downstairs and looks a bit shocked to see us on the porch, he's pale as a ghost. He asked if we had made the noise, we thought it was him. Nope. We cautiously head into the house. Quiet. Except, as we get towards the kitchen, we hear glass break.

Upon entering the kitchen, we see that Nicky is up on a shelf of the buffet cabinet at least three feet off the ground. Nicky was a short dog, and incredibly overweight, she couldn't even jump onto the couch and had difficulty making it up and down stairs. There is no possible way she could've gotten there. To make matters worse, she was behind a glass cake stand, even if she had made it up there with stilts, she couldn't have gotten past the stand. The broken glass was from where a figurine on top the cabinet fell off. Nicky was so scared that she went into one of her seizures in the cabinet. We were all freaked out. My grandfather also died in the house after being released from the hospital about a week later.

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Around 1997-ish, my brother gave me his answering machine. It was one of those digital things, no tape. I wanted to see how long it could record for so I just started talking to it, and I finished with a sentence like "And grendel (my cat) wants to say hello too!". Upon playing it back, right after I finished saying that, where silence should be, there was a very deliberate and very noticable child's voice whispering "Hi!". I freaked. I called everyone who was in the house at the time to come and hear it. They all heard it and thought I was playing a joke on them, I couldn't even reproduce the exact sound as it was on the machine as it truly sounded like a kid. I unplugged the machine and hid it somewhere.

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98ish. My grandmother was spending a week up in Georgia with her sisters, that meant that the downstairs was empty. Well, kinda. Nicky had died a few years ago and we had three cats by that time. Daisy was a very tempermental female that couldn't tolerate my two males, so she lived downstairs.

One evening after a gutbuster session of mexican food, we were all pretty stuffed. My older brother had claimed the upstairs bathroom as his shit cathedral and that meant I had to go downstairs. I had always been scared of downstairs at night. It was creepy looking... dark panelled walls lined the long hallway to the bathroom, the only light they ever kept on was this dim lamp that had an amber shade, so the light was pale yellow. To compound the fear, my grandfather had died down there in 94. Well, my bowels were going to be released somewhere, and it had to be soon. As I slowly took the creaky stairs down, and opened the first floor door, I was met by a blast of cold air. Nothing spooky about that, it was always cooler down there. I went to the bathroom and made with the shitting. Mid-blast I hear a scratching at the bathroom door and the door handle rattles a bit. I didn't think much of it, Mr. Bean and Grendel, my cats, did that constantly if I didn't let them in with me. More scratching and rattling and I just say "Daisy, go away, I can't get up now!" and the noise stopped. I finished and all that and I opened the door and headed back down the hall to go upstairs. "This ain't so bad!" I thought to myself. And then I see her. Daisy was on my grandmother's bed, dead asleep. She's a light sleeper unless she settles down for the night and then she's like a hibernating bear. She couldn't have been at the door as it takes her about an hour of light sleeping to go heavy. Fuck. I start trotting down the hallway and then it hits me... Daisy was also declawed as a kitten. Shitfuck. I run. Faster and harder than you've ever seen a fat hill giant run before.

And to this day, I will not go downstairs at night, alone. Luckily, my newest cat, Nick Cave is so spooky on his own that he seems to ward off bad mojo, and he is always at my side, walking with me like he was a seeing-eye-cat for the netherworld. I can go anywhere with him and feel fine. But, I still dread heading downstairs at night. That long hallway is like something out of every old horror movie made, it's long and there are doors along it and at night, you just know either something is waiting in a room or a speedy demon will fly down the hall to claim you. I hate it.

So, those are some of my experiences.