Mister_Bubbles
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How about also taking a video of the cat going loopy with a timestamp every day for a month? Just as, you know, extra evidence...
... and then uploading it for us ¬_¬
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Ghost-Age: What have you experienced that freaked you out?
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How about also taking a video of the cat going loopy with a timestamp every day for a month? Just as, you know, extra evidence...
... and then uploading it for us ¬_¬
super-heated plasma
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sure hope you catch something , Jack, and yeah a vid would not be bad either.
thanks!
thanks!
super-heated plasma
Member
OK, Jack, anything interesting to share?
super-heated plasma
Member
I'm guessing Jack found nothing.
ChackanKun
Member
Maybe the reason he didn't return here is that he DID find something :|:|:|
super-heated plasma
Member
hmmm. It is a possibility at least. And a scary one. lol
Mengy
wishes it were bannable to say mean things about Marvel
That's a cool story. I used to work in a haunted restaurant about 20 years ago, spent five years of my life working there. The owner had several different groups come in to try to find out what was going on, even had a few priests try to get rid of them. Most of the "ghost hunters" were pretty pathetic, not convincing at all nor doing anything worthwhile. One group though came in with camcorders and sound recorders and spent a night in the restaurant. I remember them asking if they could run the sinks for a long period of time to create a consistent background noise to catch EVP's with. Until then I didn't even know what an EVP was, lol. Sounds like you had a similar strategy.
Post anything up if you find more please!
About 7-8 years ago I slept at my uncles house, in his sons bedroom. Alaways felt someone watching me while I was sleeping, then one night I kid you not, I feel someone sitting on the bed. Like touching my hip. My cousins werent there, my uncles worked the night shift and his wife just had a newborn baby.
I just froze, I dont remember when I fell asleep, but some other night I would hear someone slapping the bed post and there was no one there.
My sister also says that the room was odd, and then I told her about it. just some reaky shit
I just froze, I dont remember when I fell asleep, but some other night I would hear someone slapping the bed post and there was no one there.
My sister also says that the room was odd, and then I told her about it. just some reaky shit
Mengy
wishes it were bannable to say mean things about Marvel
Yeah, they really are. Although I think a lot of people want to believe so hard that they make ghost stories out of nothing.
super-heated plasma
Member
bump in the night.... 
I remember one time when I got up at 5:30am to have a bath and prepare to school, I was 14, we often left the door of the main floor's bathroom open and its light on, so this time I woke up, went to the bathroom to pee and on my way out of it I trip over one of my brother's toys but didn't fall so I picked it up and tossed to one of the couches, left the bathroom's door open and its light on as usual and went to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and just as I walked out of the kitchen I saw a fucking shadow standing on the bathroom's door! and then the fucking thing walked out of it, tripped, picked up something and tossed it to the same couch I tossed my brother's toy and then it vanished!!!
I was completely petrified for a few second that to me seemed like hours, I couldn't believe what I saw and to this day I think it was some kind of mental proyection caused for how sleepy I was but damn I it didn't scare the shit out of me.
I was completely petrified for a few second that to me seemed like hours, I couldn't believe what I saw and to this day I think it was some kind of mental proyection caused for how sleepy I was but damn I it didn't scare the shit out of me.
Anticitizen One
Banned
Are you sure it was a ghost and not a quantum entanglement in which 2 alternative universes cross with each other?
It's far more likely that the you in another universe lived in the same house with a pretty girl that exists at a slightly different vibrational frequency
super-heated plasma
Member
interesting...theory.
Rosenskjold
Member
I'll share a story that my friend told me. However just some background story about this house he lives in. Right from the first time I stayed over at his house, I had this uneasy feeling about it, I remember telling him after having only been there a few times that it felt weird, like I could just feel that something was wrong in this place. He acknowledged the feeling and told me that his mother had, had several experiences with what she explained as ghosts, and that she didn't sleep in their bedroom anymore because she always had this feeling that someone was staring at her. His father however still slept in the room as fine as ever. I asked his mother about the ghosts and she told me that one time she had heard the kids playing on the stairs, which she had told them not to. The stairs were in the opposite part of the house, so she couldn't see the stairs, only hear that someone was making noises on them. So she quickly runs over there and walks up to the first floor, only to find that no one was there, and that the kids were outside. And she freaked out and dashed downstairs again.
Now after some time, they decided to change the first floor, and the bedroom was turned into a big living room, and she walls were removed etc.
One evening my friend was looking after his 5-6 year old nephew. I can't remember exactly what my friend was doing, but his nephew was on the floor playing with Legos. However suddenly my friend sees his nephew waving and he asks him what he's doing. And then his nephew points into this little room right next to the living room and says "I'm waving back". My friend looks and there's no one there, he was home alone with his nephew. He then very quickly packed up the Legos and they spent the rest of that evening downstairs. Impossible to know if his nephew was imagining things or not, but it's quite a coincidence that he waves at something into thin air, in the exact room that the entire family has always felt was haunted.
Now after some time, they decided to change the first floor, and the bedroom was turned into a big living room, and she walls were removed etc.
One evening my friend was looking after his 5-6 year old nephew. I can't remember exactly what my friend was doing, but his nephew was on the floor playing with Legos. However suddenly my friend sees his nephew waving and he asks him what he's doing. And then his nephew points into this little room right next to the living room and says "I'm waving back". My friend looks and there's no one there, he was home alone with his nephew. He then very quickly packed up the Legos and they spent the rest of that evening downstairs. Impossible to know if his nephew was imagining things or not, but it's quite a coincidence that he waves at something into thin air, in the exact room that the entire family has always felt was haunted.
super-heated plasma
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thanks for sharing. I have another story. I had a grandma who was a heavy smoker, and she had a very distinctive cough. About a year or so after she died, my mom and my uncle(my grandmas son) were sitting on the couch in my moms living room talking and watching TV. The hallway is right against directly left of the couch. Suddenly they hear this loud cough from the hall, that of course sounded like my grandma. They both fell silent and stared at each other, and obviously were a bit freaked out.
Undercover Opulent
Banned
While over a friends house we were watching a movie, we went upstairs because we heard bumping around. We got to the main hallway and we saw white footprints leading to the door and no one else was home. His dad had to use thinner to get it up. Crazy shit..
super-heated plasma
Member
that's weird.
super-heated plasma
Member
this is still one of my favorite stories in the thread.
MemoryHumanity
Member
OK what the fuck this is probably coincidence but still. No shit I'm sitting in my dining room reading this thread when the light flickers on and off a few times. This has never, ever happened before and I've lived here for 18 years. If my dad wasn't in the room with me, I'd be freaking the fuck out right now.
Fuck this thread. Goodbye.
EDIT: WHAT THE FUCK IT JUST HAPPENED AGAIN. Never in 18 years and now twice in 5 minutes.
Fuck this thread. Goodbye.
EDIT: WHAT THE FUCK IT JUST HAPPENED AGAIN. Never in 18 years and now twice in 5 minutes.
super-heated plasma
Member
lol their heeeere......
super-heated plasma
Member
what if they're not though?......muahaha
Ichabod
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Since it's close to Halloween, I'll share a spoOo~oOoky tale. *Ahem*
Ask any nurse that has worked the night shift for any length of time and I guarantee they have at least one spooky story to share. This happened to me a few weeks ago:
I work the night shift in an old hospital that has been expanded and scabbed onto over the years. Most of our facilities are a mish-mash of old-age architecture retrofitted with current-age technology. That said, at times during the night shift, it can look like a stereotypical horror-movie hospital with long, empty hallways, flickering florescent lights, and ambient noises that are sometimes hard to identify and pinpoint.
A few weeks ago I had a patient in a room that some of my co-workers semi-seriously labeled as one of our unit's "haunted" rooms. In this same room, one of my co-workers once had a white-board fall on her several feet away from where it had been screwed to the wall while she was tending to her patient. The monitors in that room sometimes act up and have even displayed heart rhythms despite the room being empty. But I digress.
My patient was in a chemically-induced coma, on a ventilator, and sadly, his prognosis was extremely poor. He had coded a few times during the week on other shifts but had been successfully resuscitated each time. One of the older nurses I work with told me I should open the window for him--you see, she has a superstition about opening a window "so the spirits aren't trapped" or something like that.
I thought nothing of it and forgot about her comment while I went about my work until something strange happened. I went into the patient's room to round on him and noticed the floor was wet. As I grabbed some towels and started looking for the source of the water, I noticed one of my IV bags had spontaneously popped and was spurting saline all over the floor. The superstitious nurse saw me cleaning up the mess and jokingly asked if the spirits were messing with me. I waved it off again and continued with my night.
Later on I was bathing the patient and had the superstitious nurse in the room to help turn him. We were making small talk when I heard a noise from behind. I turned to see that a package of oral swabs had fallen off the bedside table I had placed them on moments before despite being placed in the middle of the table. The superstitious nurse looked at me with a "I told you so" look and I couldn't help but crack a smile.
Somewhat mockingly, I looked around the room and said sternly, "You'd better cut that out." No sooner did the words leave my lips when the entire room turned ice cold. In an instant, the hair on my neck and arms was on end. "Is it just me or did it get really cold in here?" my co-worker asked before I could mutter the exact same question. Both of our arms were covered in gooseflesh.
We finished bathing the patient and went on about our business. For the next few hours there was an oppressive chill in the air, whenever I entered that patient's room. I wasn't afraid but it was definitely a strange occurrence. On a whim, I opened the window to let in the warm night air. There were no more occurrences in room 6 that night.
Ask any nurse that has worked the night shift for any length of time and I guarantee they have at least one spooky story to share. This happened to me a few weeks ago:
I work the night shift in an old hospital that has been expanded and scabbed onto over the years. Most of our facilities are a mish-mash of old-age architecture retrofitted with current-age technology. That said, at times during the night shift, it can look like a stereotypical horror-movie hospital with long, empty hallways, flickering florescent lights, and ambient noises that are sometimes hard to identify and pinpoint.
A few weeks ago I had a patient in a room that some of my co-workers semi-seriously labeled as one of our unit's "haunted" rooms. In this same room, one of my co-workers once had a white-board fall on her several feet away from where it had been screwed to the wall while she was tending to her patient. The monitors in that room sometimes act up and have even displayed heart rhythms despite the room being empty. But I digress.
My patient was in a chemically-induced coma, on a ventilator, and sadly, his prognosis was extremely poor. He had coded a few times during the week on other shifts but had been successfully resuscitated each time. One of the older nurses I work with told me I should open the window for him--you see, she has a superstition about opening a window "so the spirits aren't trapped" or something like that.
I thought nothing of it and forgot about her comment while I went about my work until something strange happened. I went into the patient's room to round on him and noticed the floor was wet. As I grabbed some towels and started looking for the source of the water, I noticed one of my IV bags had spontaneously popped and was spurting saline all over the floor. The superstitious nurse saw me cleaning up the mess and jokingly asked if the spirits were messing with me. I waved it off again and continued with my night.
Later on I was bathing the patient and had the superstitious nurse in the room to help turn him. We were making small talk when I heard a noise from behind. I turned to see that a package of oral swabs had fallen off the bedside table I had placed them on moments before despite being placed in the middle of the table. The superstitious nurse looked at me with a "I told you so" look and I couldn't help but crack a smile.
Somewhat mockingly, I looked around the room and said sternly, "You'd better cut that out." No sooner did the words leave my lips when the entire room turned ice cold. In an instant, the hair on my neck and arms was on end. "Is it just me or did it get really cold in here?" my co-worker asked before I could mutter the exact same question. Both of our arms were covered in gooseflesh.
We finished bathing the patient and went on about our business. For the next few hours there was an oppressive chill in the air, whenever I entered that patient's room. I wasn't afraid but it was definitely a strange occurrence. On a whim, I opened the window to let in the warm night air. There were no more occurrences in room 6 that night.
super-heated plasma
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bump in the night.
I'll share the most recent thing that happened to me.
I have ghost hunted since high school on and off. I've questioned the legitimacy of things that people have claimed- but this night I didn't really give a damn about taking it too seriously because it was a friend's house and on a whim.
In high school we went to this road that was haunted at the end by a ghost named Amy. I had a few experiences down there, heard the clearest EVP of my life caught there (too bad I wasn't the one who took it that night) and avoided that road as much as I could. Until my friend moved to that road to work on a horse farm.
She would tell us stories of hearing people upstairs talking, to the point where she sleeps downstairs on her couch. One time she threw a ball for her dog into another room and it was thrown back. Another friend of mine decided we needed to go upstairs and check it out.
As I said, I wasn't taking it seriously. I had no equipment and just my past with the road made me want to leave it be. But I sat up there with him and another guy on a whim. We looked around, tried to get something to touch or grab us. Nothing. Then I mention "Too bad we don't have voice recorders." Luckily, he had the voice memos thing you can do on your phone on his so he whipped it out and started recording.
The other friend has now found the stairs to the attic, so he and I start going up while the other walks off to the other room. I walk up a few steps and see in the corner of the room a baby bonnet and cane. It was like out of a horror story kind of deal, and not in the mood I walk back saying "Nah-- fuck this shit, that's too creepy for me." They go do their EVP thing in the stairs and then walk back down. Then we listen to it sitting in one of the bedrooms upstairs still.
At the same point that my friend had walked away from us, we can very clearly hear a voice saying "I'm human". We all freak out as none of us expected anything. Listening back I hear something even creepier at the beginning of the recording: what sounds like a baby crying.
So we decide to try to get it to do something else. Anything else. I put my keys on the edge of a nightstand, and say to prove it and knock it off the table. My friend who recorded says to come at one of us and touch us. I try to get it to touch the swinging switches for the fan and just tap them and move them to prove it. Nothing.
As we give up and leave to go back downstairs and make sure the girls outside were OK, both of them hit the fan switch so it swings saying "You know why I can hit that? Because I'm human" and laughing it off...with our backs turned we hear a DINK and look back to see the thing swinging harder- as if something had hit it and made it go up and hit the glass cover of the light for the ceiling fan.
I have ghost hunted since high school on and off. I've questioned the legitimacy of things that people have claimed- but this night I didn't really give a damn about taking it too seriously because it was a friend's house and on a whim.
In high school we went to this road that was haunted at the end by a ghost named Amy. I had a few experiences down there, heard the clearest EVP of my life caught there (too bad I wasn't the one who took it that night) and avoided that road as much as I could. Until my friend moved to that road to work on a horse farm.
She would tell us stories of hearing people upstairs talking, to the point where she sleeps downstairs on her couch. One time she threw a ball for her dog into another room and it was thrown back. Another friend of mine decided we needed to go upstairs and check it out.
As I said, I wasn't taking it seriously. I had no equipment and just my past with the road made me want to leave it be. But I sat up there with him and another guy on a whim. We looked around, tried to get something to touch or grab us. Nothing. Then I mention "Too bad we don't have voice recorders." Luckily, he had the voice memos thing you can do on your phone on his so he whipped it out and started recording.
The other friend has now found the stairs to the attic, so he and I start going up while the other walks off to the other room. I walk up a few steps and see in the corner of the room a baby bonnet and cane. It was like out of a horror story kind of deal, and not in the mood I walk back saying "Nah-- fuck this shit, that's too creepy for me." They go do their EVP thing in the stairs and then walk back down. Then we listen to it sitting in one of the bedrooms upstairs still.
At the same point that my friend had walked away from us, we can very clearly hear a voice saying "I'm human". We all freak out as none of us expected anything. Listening back I hear something even creepier at the beginning of the recording: what sounds like a baby crying.
So we decide to try to get it to do something else. Anything else. I put my keys on the edge of a nightstand, and say to prove it and knock it off the table. My friend who recorded says to come at one of us and touch us. I try to get it to touch the swinging switches for the fan and just tap them and move them to prove it. Nothing.
As we give up and leave to go back downstairs and make sure the girls outside were OK, both of them hit the fan switch so it swings saying "You know why I can hit that? Because I'm human" and laughing it off...with our backs turned we hear a DINK and look back to see the thing swinging harder- as if something had hit it and made it go up and hit the glass cover of the light for the ceiling fan.
super-heated plasma
Member
Very strange. Thanks for sharing. And your username is appropriate I suppose.
Thequietone
Member
Back in the town I grew up in, the house on the top of the hill behind my house was known as a haunted house. Lots of stuff happened but I won't list everything because it's hearsay.
My experience with the house was not pleasant. This house is/was unoccupied by the way......I walked past one of the windows when suddenly I had an urge to look inside. I look inside and I see a person sitting in a recliner watching TV. On the TV there is a swirl going counter clockwise and had various colors. That's when the person turned to me. It's face was extremely distorted and it's mouth opened wider than any human could possibly do. It kept going and going and going. I was frozen in fear and could not move or scream. I eventually broke out of the grips of fear and ran home. The story of the house is someone was using a Ouija board inside the house and Satan himself came out of the board.
My cousin lives in affordable housing, it used to be a naval base before it was shut down and then turned into a place for affordable housing. One night around 3 am he awoke from his sleep and turned over in his bed and a male ghost was in bed with him. The ghost got up out of bed, went to the window and turned around and smiled at him before going out the window. He was freaked out of his mind.
My experience with the house was not pleasant. This house is/was unoccupied by the way......I walked past one of the windows when suddenly I had an urge to look inside. I look inside and I see a person sitting in a recliner watching TV. On the TV there is a swirl going counter clockwise and had various colors. That's when the person turned to me. It's face was extremely distorted and it's mouth opened wider than any human could possibly do. It kept going and going and going. I was frozen in fear and could not move or scream. I eventually broke out of the grips of fear and ran home. The story of the house is someone was using a Ouija board inside the house and Satan himself came out of the board.
My cousin lives in affordable housing, it used to be a naval base before it was shut down and then turned into a place for affordable housing. One night around 3 am he awoke from his sleep and turned over in his bed and a male ghost was in bed with him. The ghost got up out of bed, went to the window and turned around and smiled at him before going out the window. He was freaked out of his mind.
Ichabod
Banned
Very strange. Thanks for sharing. And your username is appropriate I suppose.
My pleasure
GillianSeed79
Member
I'm pretty much a skeptic. Growing up in rural Western Maryland I pretty much could throw a rock and hit a Civil War battlefield. Now, I refuse to go to places like Antietam or Gettysburg after dark, partly because I'm a pussy but mostly because the rural areas where I grew up in own the creepiness-after-dark factor. There's nothing more unsettling driving down a back country road with those Civil War-era short stone walls and wooden fences in the middle of nowhere where it's pitch dark and you are surrounded by trees and fog.
That said, while creepy, it's never been ghostly, except for one incident. For reference, I grew up about 30 minutes outside of Burkittsville where the Blair Witch Project was set.
All of that is pretty much bullshit, but there is Gathland State Park, home of what we call "spook hill." It's better known as the location of the War Correspondents Memorial.
To give you a better idea of the creep factor I'm talking about, this is what the monument looks like:
Us locals actually colorfully refer to this as the "Gates of Hell."
Now, spook hill is actually known for the fact that if you put your car in neutral it will be pushed up the hill into town, but this fucker above was what got me. Me and some of my buddies decided to go out there one night. We had been out there countless times before mind you. It was cold, probably late September/early October. Pitch black with some fog going. Thing is we walk through the "Gates of Hell" and immediately it felt like the temperature was about 60 to 70 degrees. Then we hear what sounds like someone whistling Dixie or something. I don't think me and my friends had ever run so fast back to our car. I'm scared of ghosts even if they aren't real, but I fucking hate the idea of Civil War ghosts. Shit just creeps me out.
This is the background btw:
This is what it looks like when you get pushed up the hill btw. It's not obvious, but there is an incline and these guys usually do it during the day. Shit is scary when do it in the middle of the night.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q...&mid=63646E69563960EFA43463646E69563960EFA434
Edit: Shit, I didn't realize someone necrobumped a thread from five years ago. Apologies.
That said, while creepy, it's never been ghostly, except for one incident. For reference, I grew up about 30 minutes outside of Burkittsville where the Blair Witch Project was set.
All of that is pretty much bullshit, but there is Gathland State Park, home of what we call "spook hill." It's better known as the location of the War Correspondents Memorial.
To give you a better idea of the creep factor I'm talking about, this is what the monument looks like:
Us locals actually colorfully refer to this as the "Gates of Hell."
Now, spook hill is actually known for the fact that if you put your car in neutral it will be pushed up the hill into town, but this fucker above was what got me. Me and some of my buddies decided to go out there one night. We had been out there countless times before mind you. It was cold, probably late September/early October. Pitch black with some fog going. Thing is we walk through the "Gates of Hell" and immediately it felt like the temperature was about 60 to 70 degrees. Then we hear what sounds like someone whistling Dixie or something. I don't think me and my friends had ever run so fast back to our car. I'm scared of ghosts even if they aren't real, but I fucking hate the idea of Civil War ghosts. Shit just creeps me out.
This is the background btw:
This is what it looks like when you get pushed up the hill btw. It's not obvious, but there is an incline and these guys usually do it during the day. Shit is scary when do it in the middle of the night.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q...&mid=63646E69563960EFA43463646E69563960EFA434
Edit: Shit, I didn't realize someone necrobumped a thread from five years ago. Apologies.
super-heated plasma
Member
keep em coming guys. love it.
super-heated plasma
Member
dont apologize, i bump the thread every october. there are exceptional stories in this thread, and you posted one. thanks for that.I'm pretty much a skeptic. Growing up in rural Western Maryland I pretty much could throw a rock and hit a Civil War battlefield. Now, I refuse to go to places like Antietam or Gettysburg after dark, partly because I'm a pussy but mostly because the rural areas where I grew up in own the creepiness-after-dark factor. There's nothing more unsettling driving down a back country road with those Civil War-era short stone walls and wooden fences in the middle of nowhere where it's pitch dark and you are surrounded by trees and fog.
That said, while creepy, it's never been ghostly, except for one incident. For reference, I grew up about 30 minutes outside of Burkittsville where the Blair Witch Project was set
All of that is pretty much bullshit, but there is Gathland State Park, home of what we call "spook hill." It's better known as the location of the War Correspondents Memorial.
To give you a better idea of the creep factor I'm talking about, this is what the monument looks like:
Us locals actually colorfully refer to this as the "Gates of Hell."
Now, spook hill is actually known for the fact that if you put your car in neutral it will be pushed up the hill into town, but this fucker above was what got me. Me and some of my buddies decided to go out there one night. We had been out there countless times before mind you. It was cold, probably late September/early October. Pitch black with some fog going. Thing is we walk through the "Gates of Hell" and immediately it felt like the temperature was about 60 to 70 degrees. Then we hear what sounds like someone whistling Dixie or something. I don't think me and my friends had ever run so fast back to our car. I'm scared of ghosts even if they aren't real, but I fucking hate the idea of Civil War ghosts. Shit just creeps me out.
This is the background btw:
This is what it looks like when you get pushed up the hill btw. It's not obvious, but there is an incline and these guys usually do it during the day. Shit is scary when do it in the middle of the night.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q...&mid=63646E69563960EFA43463646E69563960EFA434
Edit: Shit, I didn't realize someone necrobumped a thread from five years ago. Apologies.
I love these stories.
I don't have a very good ghost story, but I do have a weird occurrence that I cannot explain. Years a ago a number of friends and I all worked at the mall and so we frequently stopped by, even on days that we did not work. Well a buddy of mine and I stopped by one day and it was a fairly slow day - not many cars in the parking lot. As we went to my car, I saw there was a shopping cart right behind it, so I had to move it so I could leave.
Now I decided to be a jackass and instead of pushing it to the right place, I just stuck it behind the car next to mine. When I backed out of the space I was careful not to back into the buggy because I didn't want karma to pay me back. I didn't hit the buggy because it was gone without a trace. There was no one within sight and it wasn't a windy day. My friend and I were both very logical people and I even drive a small lap around the parking lot and it had absolutely disappeared.
Nothing that crazy, but it was just about the only time I couldn't find an answer. Really creepy at the time.
I don't have a very good ghost story, but I do have a weird occurrence that I cannot explain. Years a ago a number of friends and I all worked at the mall and so we frequently stopped by, even on days that we did not work. Well a buddy of mine and I stopped by one day and it was a fairly slow day - not many cars in the parking lot. As we went to my car, I saw there was a shopping cart right behind it, so I had to move it so I could leave.
Now I decided to be a jackass and instead of pushing it to the right place, I just stuck it behind the car next to mine. When I backed out of the space I was careful not to back into the buggy because I didn't want karma to pay me back. I didn't hit the buggy because it was gone without a trace. There was no one within sight and it wasn't a windy day. My friend and I were both very logical people and I even drive a small lap around the parking lot and it had absolutely disappeared.
Nothing that crazy, but it was just about the only time I couldn't find an answer. Really creepy at the time.
super-heated plasma
Member
phantom shopping carts. now i heard it all. lol
super-heated plasma
Member
bump in the night.
super-heated plasma
Member
bump in the night.
super-heated plasma
Member
late night bump. lets get some more!
super-heated plasma
Member
bump in the night.
At my previous job, I had to do campus checks 2-3 times a night. On campus was a 70 year old chapel that hadn't been used since the mid 90s. It had no power and was empty except for an old piano. I'd have to go check it out every night. One night, all of the window sills were covered in dead ladybugs. Absolutely covered. The next night, I was doing my check and they were all gone. Couldn't have been maintenance staff cleaning since they don't work weekends. It always weirded me.
Conscience Falls
Member
Coming back from Homecoming festivities fairly inebriated and I see this and know I have to read it.
I blame you all for whatever sleeplessness ensues.
Edit: Yup, creepy right off the bat. Not sure I have anything to contribute outside of weird self fulfilling prophecies, but thanks for all the scares!
I blame you all for whatever sleeplessness ensues.
Edit: Yup, creepy right off the bat. Not sure I have anything to contribute outside of weird self fulfilling prophecies, but thanks for all the scares!
super-heated plasma
Member
lol. you've only just begun.
Conscience Falls
Member
The further down this hole I get, the more I know I'm going to regret it when I finally try to sleep..
Why do I do this to myself so willingly!? Gah, it's so good..
super-heated plasma
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sleep with the light on....
When I was a kid I used to see a man standing near my bed and it always freaked the shit out of me even though he didn't do anything but just stand there. After several years of nothing I woke up tonight and I saw a shadow of a young girl with a teddybear standing in my room but I had seriously no reaction to it. I just layed my head back down and tried to go back to sleep but you just can't stop thinking about something like that cuz it is kind of creepy so I went back up again and the shadow was gone. :-/
super-heated plasma
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creepy stuff. thanks guys.
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I've told this story so many times over the years that my friends and family have become quite bored of it. It's been printed in the local newspaper and a folklorist added to a book he compiled on ghost stories of Newfoundland, Canada. It's been about twenty years now but I remember that night as though it were yesterday.
When I was a child I lived in a very scenic part of St. John's, Newfoundland. To give you an idea, my house was bout a 10 minute walk from this:
It's a very beautiful, peaceful place, and even though I no longer live there I still manage a quick visit and perhaps walk around the trails that snake through the area. This place is my childhood.
That being said, it could be a terrifying place growing up. I remember the winters being very grey and terrible, even if the sun was shining. It was almost always foggy, even when the rest of the city is sunny and clear. Often a cold breeze from the ocean would could be felt no matter the season, forcing us kids to go get jackets on otherwise warm sunny summer days. It honestly feels like a world of its own.
Now for the story.
My brother and I shared a bedroom when we were about 10 years old. I had the top bunk. I remember one night being awakened by my brother sometime in the night, with him poking at my back. He said to me, quiet but desperate, "There's something happening."
I didn't have to ask what it was that had caused him to wake me up in the middle of the night. It's difficult to explain just what I saw even though I've had plenty of practice through the years, so here it goes again:
On each of the walls of bedroom were faces of two children. One wall might have only two sets of the faces, while another might have 3 or 4. They were not patterned in any way.The children, a boy and a girl (I think), were smiling slightly, but not at all menacing. They were highly saturated in colour and very blurry/cloudy. I'm not sure, but there looked to be trees or bushes in the background. They did not speak or otherwise move in anyway, although I do remember the foliage in the background swaying in a light breeze.
I also remember bands or clouds of colour hovering about the room. Nothing intense, and usually they would diminish when looked at for any significant amount of time. I hesitate to mention them because I had seen these same clouds at a very early age (5 or so), but when I told my parents I would be summarily dismissed as having a nightmare or overactive imagination. These sightings are stories in themselves.
Sometime during the incident I remember trying to see if there was something coming from outside that might be creating these effects. I played around with the curtains but nothing changed or altered the scene in the bedroom.
I'm not sure who suggested it but eventually we left the bedroom and went downstairs. In the completely dark living room I remembered seeing a faint light panning across a wall. In retrospect, I have an explanation for this: there's an airport about 5 miles from the house, and I remember how the lights from the tower would sometimes strobe.
I don't remember anything happening downstairs at all, save for the light on the wall that I've now found an explanation for. It was only after we decided to go back upstairs about an hour later that something happened.
We were walking side by side up the stairs when a black shadow, about a foot across perhaps, fell in front of our faces. I remember it looking like a giant spider, but not quite. The result was us screaming and running back downstairs.
The screams woke my father up who didn't seem to care that our bedroom was haunted. He took us back into the bedroom but whatever activity that had taken place had since ended. I remember nothing else from that night.
Over the following days I learned that we hadn't seen the same thing in the room. While I saw two children, my brother saw eyeballs. Apparently some were detached and flying around the room, but I was too consumed by what I had seen to ask for further details.
When I was a child I lived in a very scenic part of St. John's, Newfoundland. To give you an idea, my house was bout a 10 minute walk from this:
It's a very beautiful, peaceful place, and even though I no longer live there I still manage a quick visit and perhaps walk around the trails that snake through the area. This place is my childhood.
That being said, it could be a terrifying place growing up. I remember the winters being very grey and terrible, even if the sun was shining. It was almost always foggy, even when the rest of the city is sunny and clear. Often a cold breeze from the ocean would could be felt no matter the season, forcing us kids to go get jackets on otherwise warm sunny summer days. It honestly feels like a world of its own.
Now for the story.
My brother and I shared a bedroom when we were about 10 years old. I had the top bunk. I remember one night being awakened by my brother sometime in the night, with him poking at my back. He said to me, quiet but desperate, "There's something happening."
I didn't have to ask what it was that had caused him to wake me up in the middle of the night. It's difficult to explain just what I saw even though I've had plenty of practice through the years, so here it goes again:
On each of the walls of bedroom were faces of two children. One wall might have only two sets of the faces, while another might have 3 or 4. They were not patterned in any way.The children, a boy and a girl (I think), were smiling slightly, but not at all menacing. They were highly saturated in colour and very blurry/cloudy. I'm not sure, but there looked to be trees or bushes in the background. They did not speak or otherwise move in anyway, although I do remember the foliage in the background swaying in a light breeze.
I also remember bands or clouds of colour hovering about the room. Nothing intense, and usually they would diminish when looked at for any significant amount of time. I hesitate to mention them because I had seen these same clouds at a very early age (5 or so), but when I told my parents I would be summarily dismissed as having a nightmare or overactive imagination. These sightings are stories in themselves.
Sometime during the incident I remember trying to see if there was something coming from outside that might be creating these effects. I played around with the curtains but nothing changed or altered the scene in the bedroom.
I'm not sure who suggested it but eventually we left the bedroom and went downstairs. In the completely dark living room I remembered seeing a faint light panning across a wall. In retrospect, I have an explanation for this: there's an airport about 5 miles from the house, and I remember how the lights from the tower would sometimes strobe.
I don't remember anything happening downstairs at all, save for the light on the wall that I've now found an explanation for. It was only after we decided to go back upstairs about an hour later that something happened.
We were walking side by side up the stairs when a black shadow, about a foot across perhaps, fell in front of our faces. I remember it looking like a giant spider, but not quite. The result was us screaming and running back downstairs.
The screams woke my father up who didn't seem to care that our bedroom was haunted. He took us back into the bedroom but whatever activity that had taken place had since ended. I remember nothing else from that night.
Over the following days I learned that we hadn't seen the same thing in the room. While I saw two children, my brother saw eyeballs. Apparently some were detached and flying around the room, but I was too consumed by what I had seen to ask for further details.
super-heated plasma
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that's really bizarre. i wonder what it could be.
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