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BPO Off Topic Forum => Anything Non-Dog Related => : dober_gurl September 25, 2005, 08:27:59 AM
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With it almost being October I thought it would be nice to start a post for real life ghost stories and haunted places! One of my favorite things ;D
The house I'm living in is haunted, we've lived here for almost 15 years so we have some pretty good stories!
A couple of months after my parents first moved in my dad was in Illinois working and my mom took us(the kids) and her friend and kids to the beach for the day. Well when we came back home their was a sign on the door from the police to call them. Well, my mom called and they said that a little girl called them and said that her mom was being murdered in our basement. Well, I don't know why but my mom actually went into the basement and looked, no body! I still can't believe she went down there though.
Another one is about 2 years after we had been living in their my mom went out with a friend. Well she came back around midnight and looked into the second floor window and saw my face pressed up against it! She got scared because the second floor was being added on so it wasn't safe up there. She ran into the house and saw me asleep in the living room, so she went back upstairs and her and her friend looked up saw my face and then saw it turn into a skeleton and dissapear!
Then when my brothers were about 11-13 years old. They were sleeping in their room in the basement, when they woke up and saw a little girl starring at them, she told them to run. Well, they did and the pad locked the basement door in the process! When my mom and dad woke up and went downstairs they found my brothers and uncle asleep in the livingroom. My brothers and uncle told them that they saw a ghost. Well, during the day we all felt crappy and one of my brother's and I ended up in the hospital because of Carbon Monoxide(I probably didn't get that word right) poisoning in the house. The guy from the gas company came over and checked out the house and said that if any one was asleep in the basement they would have died from it.
I have more but I'll have to ask my mom about them so I'll have all the details. Nothing really interesting has happened lately, just the usual stuff sounds like it crashed but nothings broken, feeling like someone is watching, wispers and giggles, lights turn on and off, doors open or won't shut for no reason. Were pretty much used to it now. Anyways what are you ghost stories? I'd love to hear them!
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That would SOOOO freak me out if that stuff happened to me. :o :o :o
The only story I have is a bit different. I don't know if it was a ghost or spirit or what it was, b/c it went from my friends' house into my parents house, and I've never heard of a ghost leaving the house it was in. Although I suppose if it haunted the neighborhood maybe?
Anyway, when I was little, we used to ask the ghost to come out when our friends came over. It only came out under certain circumstances. It was only in the bathroom, and only if it was completely pitch black in there (which involved putting a towel under the door crack). We would all pile into the bathtub, and sit and wait.
Eventually he would come. I think it was a child b/c he was very mischeivous. Flushing the toilet, unrolling toilet paper all over the room, throwing shampoo at us, poking us in the eyes and pulling our hair. Yeah, we considered it "fun". I at one point, when it was still at my friends house grabbed at it and got hold of an arm. Now I was very strong for a girl, and much stronger than my sister or friend. The arm and hand slipped out of mine easily.
The best part was when it would speak. The only thing it ever said was "Chalka......ch alka" in a whisper kind of voice. The first time I heard it, I thought it was very strange. Maybe it was his name? Whenever I hear the name Chalka, I think of the old TV show Land of the Lost. There was a little boy in a monkey suit (caveman) named Chalka on that show.
We stopped trying to get him to visit when I was a bit older, as it got to be too weird then. Nothing ever happened around the house otherwise..... .......althoug h we did have flickering lights alot.
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Alright, I admit it...I'm a big pansy and scared to death of stuff like that. I'm not sure I could live in a house that was haunted! Of course, I'm the first person to want to go on the haunted ghost tours when on vacation!
Keep these stories coming! Such a cool idea for October....my 2nd favorite month by the way! :-)
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my house is haunted as well.. it was built in 1900.. we always hear stuff upstairs if no one is there.. well 1st thing i saw i was about 12 or so and saw a man dressed up like he was in the civil war ,which there was a small run in in my home town.. he was dragging his leg and stopped at the living room door frame , put one arm up and used his other arm to reach out then he disappeared..
the 2nd thing i saw i was upstairs and was 14.. i had just laid down and looked across the hall into an empty room i saw areal dark figure from a side i made a sound it turned and shot across the middle room then was leaning over me , it had a demonic look..
3rd was a year ago, i was walking through the kitchen holding a cat about to put him out and saw a girl who looked about 8, she looked like she was crying reached her arm out and mouthed "help me" then turned around and faded away :-\ i ran outside and went to the front door in the pouring down rain i wasnt going back in there :P
then just a few weeks ago i was mowing the yard and angel had her head to a side staring towards the back of the lot, i looked back and saw a man dressed in black walking looking down, i stopped mowing and just stood there watching, he looked up smiled and waved and kept walking. i asked my mom if she saw him , she was outside she asked "what man??"
my older sister one night while me , parents , and my younger brother and sister went to florida, had a couple of friends stay the night. she said they were almost asleep when they heard a blood chilling scream from upstairs she said they all ran up there and about the time they got to the stairs it got freezing cold, you could see your breath..
thats a little freaky for me :-\ ive noticed my dogs looking up towards the ceiling showing their teeth sometimes. lol i cant wait until i get a good job and save up enough to move out :D
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OMG I could never live in a house like that!!! :o :o I seriously would never sleep.
I forgot one really scary story that involves my husband long before I met him. I hope I get the details right, he does NOT like talking about it.
When he was first married to his first wife, they also lived in CA here on Camp Pendleton (but in a different area). One night he had a couple of buddies over for beers, and the one started doing something on the kitchen table. My husband Steve asked what he was doing, and he said he saw someone in the barracks doing this, and he was just fooling around.
He made a pentogram (I think that's a star shape) and put Steve's dog tags in the middle. Well after awhile the guys left, and life went on. But things started happening. Cupboard doors would open, the tv or radio would turn on. At one point hubby saw a beautiful woman that looked like an angel in their bedroom.
Well, one night it all came to a climax when hubby was sleeping and felt something grab his leg. He woke up, and saw the most horrifying figure you could ever imagine grabbing onto him. He screamed, woke up his wife, (who saw nothing) as well as several of their neighbors.
Well, he could not sleep in the bedroom after that, and went about finding someone to help rid him of the happenings. One of the marines was from Louisiana, and practiced in voodoo (no kidding). He came over to the house, looked around, was told when it all started, and came to this conclusion:
The guy who put Steve's dog tags in the pentogram opened a door to the spirit world, and caused several spirits (I think around 20) to enter the house. Most were harmless, one was a guardian (the angel figure) and one was evil (one that grabbed him). In fact, he called the evil spirit a bogeyman. He was angry that the other guy played around with voodoo w/o knowing what could happen. He did some chanting and a little ritual (I don't remember the details) and said things should be back to normal now.
After that, no more problems, but hubby and his wife moved out of there w/i a month.
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I have some of my own stories that touch more on the dark side & I don't care to share them right now but I am wondering...Ho w do your animals react to these things that go on in your homes?...I always have believed they are more tuned into things we can't touch.
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When I was 16, my step-grandfather passed away, and we travelled to southern Illinois for the funeral. We all stayed with my aunt for the wake and funeral, but then my family all left, and I was going to stay there for a month to help my grandmother, and take the Amtrak back up to Chicago. She had asked each of us to bring something to put in the coffin- a southern thing I guess. I brought a doll that he had given to me when I was like two, and put it in the coffin as requested at the wake. It and all the other things were buried with him. After the funeral, my family left and I moved into my Grandmother's house. She and my Grandfather had separate bedrooms for years, and I slept in his room. The first night I woke up because I was getting wet, like rained on, and the curtains at the window were blowing like crazy. I heard a male voice say "Close the window." really softly. As I was half asleep I got up to close the windows. 1) The window wasn't open. 2) It wasn't raining, and I was wet, not sweaty, WET. 3) My grandmother and I were the only ones in the house, so who spoke? 4) As I turned away from the window I saw the doll THAT I HAD PUT IN THE CASKET reflected in the mirror in the moonlight, sitting on the dresser. When I turned on the light, nothing was there. I slept on the couch for the rest of the night. I told my Grandmother about it and she told me that I was Grandpa Huber's favorite Grandchild, and he was just saying thank you and goodbye.
I told her that was fine, but did he have to scare the he-double toothpicks out of me to do it?
Stella
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This may be off topic of a "Haunting" but it could be a good story of an 'Abduction'.
I was 10 years old, riding my bicycle down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, just cruisin', looking for nothing in particular.
It was August, and damned Hot!
I didn't think anything about the heat, I was just diggin' on the feeling of speed, and carving the dirt road, and how good it felt.
Knowing the River was just a few yards away. I could cool off in a moment.
I was in a hard sprint, pushing myself to go fast, when I felt a 'presense'.
I looked over my shoulder, and in the brilliant sky, there was an object keeping pace with me!
As we raced together there were pieces of it falling off and 'flaming' in the atmosphere.
The 'Flames' were a deeper blue, and dripping like melted crayons.
I was pushing hard to keep up before it disappeared over the horizon.
When I got home I called the local radio station, TV station, no one else had seen, or reported what I'd seen.
Kinda wonder what or who it was?
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This new years day my daughter and I stayed in a hotel in Flagstaff, AZ that is haunted. We knew it was haunted - we decided we wanted to be ghost hunters. Anyway, this hotel has been on Unsolved Mysterys before. It has a roking chair on the third floor that rocks for no reason, A baby that cries, A man who is heard clearing his voice, a bellboy who will knock on your door and say room service, the chandlier in the front entry way swings, one wall in the looby where all the pics will fall off all at once for no reason, and a woman in white that likes to walk the 2nd floor.
When we got there the only room they had left was rm 206 which is one of the most active rooms. @ hookers were stabbed and thrown out the windo and every since then it has been a very eerie room., The room also has wafts of kind of a musty smell. At about 1 am my daughter was going to go to the bathroom and as she reached out for the door knob the door slammed towrd her like it was hit on the other side. It was a private bathroom and noone was n there. Also about 2am we were walking the halls with the camera and when we approached the 2nd floor landing the garbage can lid starting flapping for no reason for like 2 min. Also in the laundry rm/ bathroom in the hall on the 2nd floor had the faucet come on and the toilet flush but noone was in there. About 5am we decided ro finally get some sleep. We turned off the tv and all of a sudden you could smell a musky smell. Then it was like someoone was leaning down on the bed. It was very scarey....
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OH MY GOD you guys! I am TOTALLY covered in goosebumps! Totally!
Megan, I had no idea your house was so haunted! Did the police ever figure out who called them? Was it the ghost? OH MY GOD!
I don't have any personal ghost stories, I guess. I've got a few things I could share, though.
My brother used to live in a house that was the first jail in Laporte, Indiana BEFORE the Civil War. He didn't know this when he bought the house, but found it out after a bunch of weird crap happened. Anyway, the first weird thing that happened was one day, he was hanging out with my nephew. My nephew was in the front room, and my brother was in the kitchen. My brother heard my nephew, who is totally friendly and gregarious say, "Hi!" My brother had been expecting someone to drop by, so he assumed they were there. He walked into the front room and said, "Kurt, where's Bob?" And Kurt, my nephew, was like, "He's not here, daddy." And my brother was like, "Um, then who did you just say Hi to?" And Kurt got really confused and said, "Oh, um...the man that was just standing there...he said hi to me. And I said Hi back to him, but then he sort of disappeared." And then my nephew was like, "Ooh, daddy. I'm really cold. Can I have some hot cocoa?" (It was like, August) After that, all kinds of crazy stuff happened. Things went missing, voices, and my brother SWEARS my sister-in-law got posessed, but I think that was all BS. Anyway, they had the Hoosier Ghost Trackers come to the house, and they said that the house has alot of supernatural activity.
One of my favorite, "Ghost" stories isn't really about a ghost, but...when I was in high school, a really close friend of mine died. That night, I had a dream that he and I were walking together down this alley behind the high school. (We used to walk there all the time) and we were just walking and talking, and then we got to the end of the alley, and he said, "Ok, Nicole. Listen to me. This isn't a dream. I came to tell you goodbye, and spend a few more minutes with you. Now I have to go, that's all I've got. But, tomorrow at my funeral, remember that you got to say goodbye to me, I'm not in that body anymore, and do NOT be sad. I'm ok." I screamed. I woke up soaking wet and screaming, "NO! NO! Stay with me! Don't go yet...." My mom came running into my room, and I was hysterical. But, I quickly calmed down and realized the gift that I had just been given. And, the next day at his funeral, when I looked at his body, I wasn't sad. I was so thankful that he had given me that.
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OMG - Nicole, my eyes just welled up with tears. What a wonderful gift your friend gave you. I lost two of my very close friends in a car accident when I was a senior in high school. It was very hard.
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I am not a fan of ghost stories since I was raised in a "haunted house" and it always gave me the creeps. My close friends are all aware of the fact I do not like ghosts and have NO desire to associate with them.
One of those friends has a perfectly wonderful castle in Scotland and a small group of us went over in November a few years ago. There is one room that is known as the ghost room and I want NOTHING to do with it so another woman took that room and a close friend and I took another room at the other end of the hall. We had a wonderful week until the last night. We were wrapping Christmas presents in one of the small rooms of the master bedroom and the other women asked if I wanted to go outside to see what was on the outside of the keep ( the tallest walls of the castle) "Nope!!!" says me! It seems the castle had been hit by lightening the previous summer and had actually glowed blue for few seconds. Since that time, there had been sightings of a woman who walked from the loch, through the wall of the office and out the wall on the other side....this being during a business meeting with some international business leaders. The "children's wing" was in the process of being converted to adult guest rooms and the woman came along the hall to quiet the workers who where talking. "The children are sleeping" is what she told them...then walked through the wall. All the workers abanonded the job and refused to come back. What my friends wanted me to see was the shadow of a knight who was hanging by his neck on the outside of the keep. I just don't "do" ghosts and I made us all sleep in the master bedroom that night...and thank God, left the next day! I just don't like ghosts AT ALL!!!!
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Yeah, I cried as I typed that. It was a really intense thing when it happened. I've told that story before and had people roll their eyes and stuff. But, I KNOW it was Rob, and I KNOW it was real. I've missed him alot since then, but, I've never been sad that he died. Cuz he told me he was ok, so how could I question that, ya know?
Its hard having friends die at any time, but in high school its like....you know, you think that you (and everyone you know) are going to live forever! So, it just makes it that much more difficult to deal with.
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Here's mine:
I was in a play at Oak Alley - you've probably heard of it or at least seen it in some movies. They use the plantation and grounds for many movie sets, including Interview with a Vampire.
Anyway, the plays are performed dinner-theatre style in what used to be the livery stables. It is somewhat open-air theatre - the tables are set under a roof, but open on both sides. The backstage area is very small and, to get in or out (besides from the stage) you have to go through a very heavy wooden door
But the freakiest thing that happened was at the end of the play one night. i had to light the candles on a birthday cake and as soon as I got them all lit, a breeze came through and blew them all out. I stood there for a second thinking "great, now I have to light them all over" while the audience snickered at my misfortune, when the breeze seemed to pull itself back the same way it came and RELIT all of the candles!
I also had a cat get hit by a car when i was a child and would feel her rub against my back as I sat on the floor watching TV after she died - just like she used to do when she was alive.
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I know alot of you have heard this story before but I'll tell it anyways.
When I was younger we used to rent out this HUGE house. It had servant's quarters and secret passages, it was awesome. Of course we (the kids) weren't allowed to go in the passages or the servants quarters, so of course we did as often as we could. The house was rumored to be haunted when we moved in but my parents didn't believe in that stuff. The story goes that the man of the house went nuts and was POSITIVE that his wife was cheating on him with one of the servants. So he killed them all and she woke up to a pile of disembodied heads on her bed. Then he killed her and hung himself. Charming, huh?
There was the standard stuff, the whispers, doors closing and opening, lights and thumps in the night, but there was weird stuff upstairs in the servants quarters. First off going up there in and of it's self was enough to make you cry for your Mommy. You'd go in through a closet, walk through a passage, and find yourself in front of a rickety tiny spiral staircase. There's no light, save the light from the windows at the top. You start to creep up the stairs, the drafts swirling around you raising the hair on your neck. You hear creaking below you and see shadows above you, you don't know which side to watch. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and it's a relief when you get to the top.
A central living area with bedrooms all around the perimeter, save a small bathroom, where the sounds of a woman taking a bath are always present, even though the tub isn't even hooked up to the water anymore. The giggling and splashing fade to the back of your mind as you notice a dark stain on the floor seeming to throb and ebb, almost like it's breathing. It's a black spot, sticky, I once stepped on it, then ran tearing downstairs, only to have my mom yell at me for tracking chocolate syrup all over the floor. When she made me clean it, I saw that it wasn't black, it was dark red. "Blood?" My mother insisted that was ridiculous, and yelled at me for my over active imagination. The biggest thing that happened upstairs (It was the 4th floor) was the one luxury, the large stained glass window that looked out upon the street. One day my sister and I were upstairs and the sounds of arguing were all around us. I can't remember all of what they said. I do remember hearing "You can't do this!" over and over. Right when we were about to go downstairs, the window shattered. It was thick dimpled glass, and it had no cracks or bubbles or anything. It just exploded. Of coursewe ran down stairs screaming our girly little heads off.
The biggest thing that happened in the house takes a while for me to set up. I was home alond, about 8 years old. My parents were out and my little sister was spending the night at a friend's house. It was me and my dog. A Lab sized Cockapoo, he used to be a therapy dog for a day care for children with developmental disabilities. NOTHING ever phased this dog, I can't emphasize that enough. He was very laid back, never growled or barked at anything. He was my best buddy (Name was Barkley, I didn't pick it out he came with it), and we went everywhere together. We were watching TV in the living room. The way that that part of the house was set up, the only way into the living room (Used to be the informal dining room) was through the enormous pocket doors coming from the playroom (Used to be formal dining room). The doors were so large and heavy that they were very warped, and they were permanantly stuck in the walls (Opened). No one could pull them out, they were so warped and swollen that they wouldn't come out of the slot.
Now that you understand that, Barkley and I were on the couch. The room got very cold, but I didn't think anything of it, it was a big old house and the heating system sucked. I just got a blanket and wrapped myself up. Then the TV shut off, and Barkley started growling. He was looking up at the corner of the room, hackles up backing up towards me. He kept turning, always facing away from me, like he was trying to keep something at bay. He was SCARY teeth out, snarling, foaming, it was awful. All of the sudden I realized that the pocket doors were closed! I couldn't get out! Forget the doors being closed, the fact they were physically incapable of closing and yet they were scared the h*ll out of me. I felt like I was going to pass out, I got hot then cold and a wash of violent colors were everywhere. I heard something growling and it wasn't Barkley. It was very gutteral and primal. I threw the blanket over my head and sat there shaking when I felt a feather soft touch on my neck. I about wet my pants, and then realized it was the dog. He was panting, but smiling, the TV was on (But a different channel) the room was warm, but half of the light bulbs on the chandelier were out. They were all on the side that Barkley was growling at. The doors were opened again, and I ran out of that room as fast as humanly possible. I never went upstairs again.
Another thing that happened wasn't nearly as freaky, but still scared me. Matt's little brother was at summer camp, and in typical Jon fashion, forgot a sleeping bag. Matt, his middle brother Aaron, and I went to take him one in the middle of the night. Of course the camp was in the boonies, and we got horribly lost. We ended up on this twisty, windy, hair pin turn, one lane dirt road. We were driving the Jetta wagon, with the Halogen lights, and the windows were down (It was late July). Suddenly we come up to this Archway. It was wicked old, and had all these detailed carvings on it. The car slid to a stop, because even though the archway was only a few feet thick, the hole was competely dark. It seemed to swallow up the light from the headlights, when we were only two feet away. We all realized how cold and how quiet it was. We rolled the windows up and sat there for a good 10 minutes. The road was too narrow to turn around, and too twisty to back up. I don't know why, but I was on the verge of tears. We decided to just go for it, not like we could do anything else. Matt guns it (Probably not a good idea on a twisty mountain road, even worse that we all had our eyes closed), and in the split second we were under the archway I heard screams unlike anything I've ever heard before (And yes I've heard lots of screams :P ), and they're stuck in my head to this day. We didn't slow down till we hit the main road (Thank God for German engineered sport suspensions), when we stopped and looked at each other. That's when I grabbed Matt and started bawling my eyes out, and he hugged me and I could feel him shaking. We called it "The Gates of h*ll" and REFUSE to ever go that way ever again.
Ang
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I don't have too many stories, but in college I did a study abroad where we lived in a Dutch castle. There was a little girl names Sophie who haunted the castle. She mostly did all your typical stuff - doors opening and closing, lights and things going on and off, creaking and footsteps, etc. And there was one particular song that she really liked so if the cd was in the player in the lounge, the player would sometimes turn itself on and go to that song.
I'm attaching a picture of the castle just cause I have it on this computer :)
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::) Ok here is my story as well: When my granfather passed away I was pregnant with my oldest son Chris. That night I went to bed and was awakened by the water bed waving (this was before waveless beds). I didn't really think anything about it just figured husband was tossing and turning but he wasn't in bed at that time. After a few minutes I was bale to go back to sleep. Early in the morning the phone rang and before I even answered it I told my husband that my grandad had died. What's so weird is he wasn't even sick.
My parents also lived in a haunted house. Lights would come on by themselves, blender would come on and it wouldn't be plugged in. Anyway my brother couldn't go south for the funeral for my granfather and he stayed home. The night of the visitation he was sleeping in his room. In the closet on a shelf he kept his motorcycle helmet. He heard weird noises and woke up, when he turned over in bed facing the closet the door opened and the helmet flew out . While at the funeral my brother called and told us what happened and we were talking to my aunt and she said grandad came to say good bye to me and he use to like to pat my cousins water bed and make it move in waves, and he must of been mad at my brother and tried to scare him with the helmet.
It seems weird but I always know when something is going to happen before it does.
The scariest thing that has happened to me or a family member is at my parents house we use to come and spend the weekend with them. Chris was about 1 1/2 and would sleep in between my husband . Anyway one night we were all sound asleep and CHris woke up screaming saying he saw something in the bed. Then all of a sudden saw a black arm like thing reach up from under the covers. Needless to say Chris would not spend the night there anymore.
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WHY DID I READ THIS TONIGHT??? Ill never get any sleep. You guys are great at telling your stories. Im a true believer in ghosts.
I really need to go read some less scary stuff but when I get time Ill add my stories too.
Coonie
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I do not like ghosts...I do not like ghost stories...I wont go see any movie that is in the least bit "ghosty" any more - last scary movie I saw was "Damien" - I couldn't sleep for a week with out the lights on - we lived on the edge of a cornfield with mature oaks and it was windy, fall & scary --- in the movie, the wind blew when bad things were going to happen....you can imagine my fear!!!! Only exception since high school was "Ghost"....and that one took me a long while to watch all the way thru while cowering on the couch under a blanket - good thing my younger brother & his wife were in the room!!!).......
I don't know what kind of sick fascination made me click on this thread and read all your stories..I won't be able to sleep tonight without the lights on......here's mine....these aren't really haunted "places"...just hauntings that have occured throughout my life.....
My first memory of encounters with the spirit world was when I was 4...I slept downstairs in a wonderful room all by my self - my 2 older brothers were across the hall, my little brother was upstairs (little sister wasn't born yet)....one morning I'm having a dream that someone is in my room...I wake up because I'm being poked in the back near my right shoulder blade, and I started crying because when I looked no one was there, but I could "feel" someone in the room with me....between then & college this same spirit visited me many times...scarin g me so much that many nights I slept with the lights on just so "he" wouldn't visit...don't ask how I knew it was a "he"....many times the weight of the spirit would have me pinned in the bed - unable to move and so scared my scalp would crawl & I could hardly speak to try to call for help...when I started praying to Jesus for help...everyth ing would go back to normal....I get to college, freshman year and the number of "visits" goes way up....on night before I'm supposed to go on a canoe camping trip...the spirit visits in the middle of the night, I wake my roommate & best friend up crying out for help, she turns the light on & no one is there....neith er of us got much more sleep....I leave for the trip, she goes back to sleep & is woken up by the spirit sitting on her bed & patting her legs....she freaks & calls an older friend who is a pychic to come & help...when I get back from the trip the 3 of us plus my roommate's bf get together & the psychic asks me to "call" the spirit...I asked her if she were nuts!!! I've been terrified everytime this thing visited for nearly 14 years.....afte r arguing that I have no clue how to call it - she says just to think about the last time it came....needle ss to say, as she goes into a trance, I think about the last "visit" and next thing....there "he" is....terrifyi ng pressence & all, and her arm makes a grab & catches him....she later told me that "he" had been pestering me that whole year to make me call her 'cause he had something to tell her and could only speak thru her.....it get's wierder....psy chic says his name is "Kerathalon" and he was a gladiator for my family in Roman times...he worshipped the ground I walked on and just wanted to be with me & had no idea that he was nearly frightening me to death......goo d thing is that after he realized he was scaring me, he only visited a couple of times more...
I have dreams that come true years before the event happens....dej a vu is such a common part of my existence that it doesn't surprise me anymore....
(My oldest brother knows who is on the phone when it rings & likes to freak people out by saying hello to them before they say anything .... this has been happening way before caller id!!)
I've seen demons outside my windows looking in - after that started happening, I started praying a hedge of protection around the house & making sure that the blinds were shut!!!
I've seen a demon sitting on the roofline of my neighboor's house (they didn't like my dogs, so I thought that was poetic justice) - they weren't happy people, & they gave away their 10 year old's dalmation when he chose to live with his mother instead of them (father & step-mother) >:(
I've seen Jesus (that was a life changing experience for the better AND IS NOT A GHOST STORY!!!) :D
When I went to Ireland this past Feb for a church retreat, I had nightly visits from demons that were trying to disrupt the retreat.... >:(Â Praying was the only thing that made them go away...
When I put Sammy Jo (my horse) down because she had an extremely arthritic "ankle" joint, it was terrible - she was happy hobbling around munching grass, I let the vet convince me that this was no life for a horse & made the terrible decision....it was only supposed to take 2 injections - he scared her (she was head shy) when he put the iv in her neck & she fought the drug - took 5 injections...w ith me crying hysterically & trying to comfort her....when she drew her last breath & her heart stopped, I had a vision of her - she was standing, whole & healthy & happy in a meadow with green hills behind it....I knew she was okay & although I grieved (still do) her passing...I know she is in a better place....
When Miko died in the spring of '04, he came and visited me in church - I was sitting there missing him dreadfully the first Sunday after I'd had to put him down (old age, arthritis & a herniated lumbar disc that eventually paralyzed his back legs) and he was there, jumping up & licking my face & going crazy with joy to be there with me....he also visited me later in the week as I was driving to work....he liked to ride "shot-gun" - it was his seat & no one was allowed to sit there except him when he was in the car....this morning, just like in church, he was there - sitting in his seat, & leaning over to lick my right ear, then laying his head across the console & leaning it on my hand as it rested there....
A good friend's father died & I went to the wake & funeral...I could sense the friend's father in the room at the wake...he was angry & came & talked to me a couple days while I was driving home from work....seems he thought I was a relationship threat for his son & son's wify....I told him to go check with Jesus & that I don't date married men (or those that have SO's).....and he left the car pronto.....
After being terrified by "Kerathalon" for all those years while growing up, and seeing demons as a grown-up, I don't like ghosts or their stories...I think they are sad spirits that chose to remain here instead of going to a better place..... :'(Â Pray for them y'all - they need all the help they can get!
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Oh, and how could I forget? At my Grandmother's (Dad's side) funeral I saw her & Gr'pa standing there holding hands & watching us....and my grandmother on my mom's side visited after she died to tell me that she loved me.....
All of the above is Wierd - yes! and True - yes!
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Ok, I was not even gonna go here, because I don't want everyone thinking I'm some wacko. It's kinda freaky, cause I thought "This crap doesn't happen to me!" But it did and it happend last week. It's not scary really, but I thought I'd share so y'all can get a good laugh out of it cause it has to do with me on a toilet!
Anyway...Some of you know I had to put my cat, Missy, to sleep a few months back. She was 13 and having some behavioral issues which we could not break her of. I decided to put her down, but cried a LOT and felt guilty because I thought maybe I didn't do the right thing and she was dead now and she probably totally hated me. Well to set this story up one of the things she LOVED to do was bug me while I was in the bathroom. If the door wasn't latched she'd come dragging her tail along the vanity up to me while I was on the toilet and she'd meow her crazy meow and "talk" to me while purring and rubbing up against my leg. Apparently she thought I was lonely in there so we'd have "conversations". She did this about everytime I went in there and forgot to latch the door. Well after she passed away I thought about her a lot but recently I haven't been thinking about her as much. I went into the bathroom last week before going to bed, it was about midnight and I never turned on the bathroom light, because we have a nighlight in there and the moon was shining through the windows so it was pretty light in the house. I sat down on the toilet and happend to look at the door and what do I see? A Missy shadow, walking into the bathroom dragging her tail along the vanity! The shadow came up to my leg looked like it brushed up against my leg and when that happend my leg got really warm. I thought ghosty things made the air cold? Well, whatever I was freaked and at the same time mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off her! The shadow turned around and sat down in front of me as she used to do. Before I even realized it, I blurted, "I love you." And I heard her crazy MEOOWW!! So I stood up and walked out of the bathroom BAWLING my eyes out cause this feeling of releif swept over me like everything was ok and I no longer felt guilty. After 10 minutes of crying I realized I forgot to go pee! I was so swept up in everything I had seen I just got up and walked out of the bathroom. LOL I know this whole story sounds super crazy that's why I wasn't gonna tell anyone, but a ghost is a ghost and I beleive 100% I saw what I saw. I have no more feelings of guilt about Missy's situation and I can say I truly beleive in life after death. Hope you enjoyed my toilet story!
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Andi
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I immesely enjoyed your toilet story. ;D
I think that is pretty darn cool your cat came to visit you in the place she used to. A lovely story I think. I'll take pet ghosts over people ghosts any day........... ...........as long as it's not like Pet Cemetary.
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Andi, your story brought tears to my eyes!
Something similar happened to me just a couple of days ago.
I had stopped in at the vet's office on my way to work to ask the receptionist (also the vet's wife) a question. As I was waiting in the lobby I felt something nudge up against my leg. I thought, "Oh cool, they have an office cat now." 'cause that's exactly what it felt like - a cat rubbing on my leg. So, I bent down to pet the kitty and... there was nothing there. It was literally a second between the nudge and me bending down. (With all the cats at my house, it's like an automatic response for me.) But no cat or any other critter to be seen when I bent down to pet the nudger.
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Ok I just got through reading all the stories, and wow there are some scary stories. Ok time for mine and I have quite a few, most are encounters with bad spirits.
OK first one when I was in grade 3 we lived in an old over 100 year old house. The owners died in the Halifax explosion. One night I woke up and I saw a figure in my door way. I looked like a women in a long dress, she was glimmering and then it vanished. I just went back to sleep. My brothers also saw the figure we thought nothing if it as she was harmless. But there was also something else in that house that was not good.
Because the house was so old we were doing some renovations, adding an addtion to the house and, getting rid of the stone foundation and putting a concrete one in. One afternoon my father was in that stone basement helping clear out the rocks, he stopped for a moment and thought of his father that passed away that summer said a prayer and began walking out of the basement. He just got out of the basement when the whole thing caved in.
We moved out of that house soon after.
Then nothing happend to me until my first year at Dalhousie University. I lived in an all girls dorm that was (and still is) haunted by a girl that commited suicide back in the 1800"s after she found out that she was pregnant with the deans baby. Well one night I woke up and all I could hear was a womens screaming. I look at my room mate, she looks at me like I am crazy. I still hear it and I finally ask her if she hears the scream and she says no. After that I had no more encounters with her.
That Christmas I get the bright idea to buy tarot cards, I also used a ouija board too, Not knowing that if not used properly you can open your self up to the spirit world. (according to a friend of mine) Although I think I was"sensitive" to spirits long before the tarot cards, anyway, not long after I used the tarot cards I began having dreams that something would grab me and pull me out of bed. I would then wake up and my body would be so stiff that I couldn't move, and I would almost be shaking, then I would try and move but I couldn't, I would feel this thing press on my chest and pushing me on the bed. Then I would pray, and I would stop. I still have this happen to me to this day. And it has followed me from Nova Scotia to Alberta. (across country)
The worst encounter I had with this spirit, was last Christmas, I woke up for a split second and then closed my eyes, then my body went stiff, and then the pushing on the chest happened. Only this time it felt like it was trying to hurt me, I couldn't breath or move. I have never been so scared in my life, I finally screamed and began to cry. And it went away.
Its been a while since it has happened. And I am glad.
Nina
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Tina
Here is a link ( I would write the story out but I have a meeting to go to, but I'll be happy to explain more when I get back ;D, in about 45 min.)
http://museum.gov.ns.ca/mma/AtoZ/HalExpl.html
Nina
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OMG!! Nina, that's super spooky. Let's keep our fingers crossed that something like that doesn't happen to you again, if it's been awhile hopefully it has stopped.
And I'm super embarrassed about my toilet story, but I'm glad y'all enjoyed it. After I submitted it to the board, I wanted soooo badly to delete it, but I was so tired last night I just went to bed. I finally had the guts to tell Tony about it last night. I didn't want to because he's really good at making me feel like a jacka$$ but his reaction suprised me. He looked like he was gonna cry!! He HATED that cat, and yet he understood my story and said, wow that's "trippy". lol And I think he was a little spooked by it. But the story gets better... I then told him after this happend I no longer feel guilty and that I really miss having a cat in the house, and the guy that said NO ANIMALS ever again, replied, "I do to. When the time is right we'll get another one, maybe a kitty will find us!" I seriously about crapped my pants! Where did my pesimistic Tony go? lol
Ok now, back to more ghost stories please.... ;D
Andi
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Andi - Great toilet story!!! I wonder if Tenchi has any good toilet ghost stories???
Okay I have a story but it's not really spooky if you have a real open mind. My son, who is now 17 has always had what I call an "Old Soul". He has always been unusually sensitive and caring even from a young age and understood things beyond his years. From the time he started talking he would tell us things about his "other life". We didn't coax things out if him they would come up. We would be driving along in the country and he would say he was there before (he wasn't) and when I told him that he had never been there before he would say, "Not with you, with my other mother". At different times he told us he had many brother's and sisters, they all slept in a big bed together and he was the youngest. Some how they had been attacked and his family was killed. I asked him how he came to us and he said he "fell in a hole." Now I know that he didn't make this up because he started when he was like only 2 and once I did ask him some questions and he started telling a story (he was about 5 then) and I could tell he was fibbing and when I called him on it he started giggling. What we think is that he lived back in the days that the US was being settled because he described living on a farm and not having water or a bathroom in the house and his large family must have been attacked by Indians. I think "falling in a hole" was his sensation of dying and the next he remembered he was with us. I know, I'm a little crazy and now when we tell him he looks at us like we're making it up but I really believe he has an "old soul!! :o
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I don't think that you are crazy, some people really do remember past lives that they have had. :) I think it's really neat.
Nina
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Bump for more scarey stories :o
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I would then wake up and my body would be so stiff that I couldn't move, and I would almost be shaking, then I would try and move but I couldn't, I would feel this thing press on my chest and pushing me on the bed. Then I would pray, and I would stop. I still have this happen to me to this day. And it has followed me from Nova Scotia to Alberta. (across country)
Its been a while since it has happened. And I am glad.
Nina
Nina - I had the same experiences with the spirit that was visiting me all during my childhood & teen years...my dad was career Navy, we moved almost every 3 years....and the thing followed with every move.......I would be having a nightmare, wake up, unable to move, scared almost out of my wits, the weight of the thing pressing me into the bed, and the only thing that helped was turning on the light & praying. Since the psychic friend talked to it when I was in college, I've only had a few visits from that spirit, but unfortunately a few others decided to visit. :( Praying definitely helps.
-LaurieW