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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 13:32:40 GMT -5
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Post by efmcc67 on Oct 4, 2017 13:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by eba1012 on Oct 4, 2017 13:47:02 GMT -5
My face at all of these stories:
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 13:49:11 GMT -5
I feel it important at this juncture to state that I'm not really sure if I believe in ghosts. I'm like the idiots in those movies that has a million and one things happen to them, but in trying to find rational reasons for it will come up with the most irrational things to explain it. So if a ghost ever does kill me it will be because I ignored all the signs.
These are not ghost stories (as far as I know). My mom had these 2 ceramic dog piggy bank type things when I was a kid. My brother and I were terrified of the things. One was a black dog and the other was a golden dog. The heads on these things would turn. I swear to god. They were solid (but hollow) ceramic. There's no way to turn their heads without shattering the ceramic. But we'd be sitting there and take note of the dogs' heads. We'd then turn and watch tv for a few minutes, and when we turned around their heads would be turned in a different direction. My brother and I were so fucking scared we decided we needed to get rid of these things, but my mom loved them. So we decided we'd at least put them in the basement so we didn't have to see them anymore. We each took one and walked down the stairs. I was so afraid the thing might move I was grasping it with all my might. We got to the bottom of the stairs and all of a sudden the one in my hands was on the ground, shattered into pieces. I swear it jumped out of my hand. I did not drop that thing. I was so careful with it because it scared me so much. Until the day he died my brother swore I purposely shattered that thing because we hated it so much.
My dad was not exactly the most responsible about the movies he let us watch. We watched poltergeist at a much too young age, and not long later IT aired on TV and he let us watch that. After seeing these movies both my brother and I were afraid of clowns. We had this little clown doll and I kept having nightmares that the thing attacked me and killed me. So one day is had enough and threw it out. I didn't tell my brother. It took him a few days to notice it was missing. He spent like a week after that terrified the thing had come to life and was hiding somewhere waiting to kill him. When he finally confessed this to me many years later, and said he wished he knew where that thing went, I had to tell him I threw it out. Lol! Poor guy was so scared.
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Post by sunshine on Oct 4, 2017 13:50:02 GMT -5
My face at all of these stories: QFT.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 4, 2017 13:50:41 GMT -5
eba1012,that last one should make you laugh.
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Post by eba1012 on Oct 4, 2017 13:56:32 GMT -5
eba1012 ,that last one should make you laugh. LOL ok, that did make me laugh. I've been to haunted places, and I've gotten the creeps from them, but I've never had anything like these stories actually happen to me. Yikes.
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Post by ven on Oct 4, 2017 15:57:08 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER I hear you on having experienced weird shit but not being sure about ghosts. I swear I will type up stories next week when I wfh. I know I don't believe in a soul or an afterlife. But I've seen stuff I don't have a logical/rational/scientific explanation for. I also have a story about something shattering when there was no reason for it!
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 5, 2017 14:18:52 GMT -5
I have another non ghost story involving my brother... One hot summer evening my parents went out, leaving Bro and I home alone. Before they left my dad had left the pool filling with water and asked us to go out in a few hours to check the water level and turn off the hose when needed. Bro and I sat down to watch horror movies. The second one we watched was Bats, about genetically mutated bats that escape from a lab and start attacking and eating people's flesh. About 3/4 of the way through the movie it was time to check on the pool. Bro and I were typical siblings in that neither of us wanted to get up and check so we squabbled a bit. He was older and bigger, and totally won. I went out to check on the pool. By this time it's pretty dark. I step out onto the deck and have to walk toward the pool to check the level. I stoop down, look, decide it's full enough, and stand up to go turn off the hose. A bat swoops toward my head. At first I wasn't sure it was a bat so I look up and it's circling above my head. It swoops down toward me again. I scream and run for the door. I run inside still screaming. "BRO! A FUCKING BAT JUST TRIED TO EAT ME!" I'm freaking out. I run into the Living Room, still losing my fucking mind. Bro jumps out at me from behind the couch and yells "BOO!" I collapse onto the floor a blubbering mess of fear. Bro feels so bad he agrees to go out and turn off the hose (but not alone, because the bats might eat him.) I stand just outside the door trying to catch my breath as Bro runs to quickly turn off the hose and run back. Payback for the clown he didn't yet know about? eba1012, sunshine, some more levity for you.
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Post by eba1012 on Oct 5, 2017 14:25:59 GMT -5
I don't mean to laugh at your expense, LINGERLONGER, but LOL. I probably would've pissed myself though. I startle so easily.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 5, 2017 14:51:17 GMT -5
I don't mean to laugh at your expense, LINGERLONGER , but LOL. I probably would've pissed myself though. I startle so easily. Oh no, that shit is hilarious now.
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Post by sunshine on Oct 5, 2017 18:17:47 GMT -5
The dorms at my college were considered haunted but I only had an experience in one of them.
The building was built in 1907 and belonged to a wealthy family. 3 floors, ballroom, drawing and breakfast rooms, hidden doors, carved wood paneling and balusters, stained glass windows, carriage porch, the works.
It was said there was a woman in green, a maid, maybe, who had an affair with the man of the house and scuffled with the wife, being thrown down the stairs; she would haunt the stairs, pushing you down if you were alone. There was also young boy who occupied the third floor after he passed away from TB, the flu, or something that requires quarantine. He was heard running up and down the servants staircase, bouncing balls, etc. He particularly liked the rooms at the back corner of the house- where I lived. He was probably between 8-12.
The boy was who I experienced.
A friend lived in a single down the hall and would turn off her tv (after watching cable) before class. She's return to the tv being on the "play" mode. This happened at least a half-dozen times over the school year.
He also played in our room. Roommate spent some time working in a PT office and they let her take home a dilapidated rebounder-size trampoline. We were 20 so we duct taped it and had at it. It soon became a junk pile in the center of the room. One evening, roommate and I were quietly doing homework; overhead light off, desk lamps on, no sounds, the trampoline topped with out school bags.
At, like, 11 we get a bang on the door. It was the two boys who lived in the room below us. We were in pajamas, aka no bras, so we opened the door only a little bit.
"Hey, uh, it's getting kinda late... would you mind stopping jumping on the trampoline? I know it's funny but it's getting annoying. We're trying to sleep."
"Umm, what do you mean? We're doing homework..."
We let them in to see the the room. "We weren't on the trampoline either. We're trying to finish our papers for class tomorrow..."
They looked like they had seen a ghost ... "so it wasn't you? Are you sure? It's not funny..."
Newp! We put the trampoline in the hallway and got rid of it the next day, just in case.
I think one of the boys, J, was particularly susceptible to interacting with spirits. He's encountered them before, especially in that building and had one haunting him in his room.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 19, 2017 8:02:32 GMT -5
DH was freaking out this morning. Since he started back at school he's left the computer on overnight a few times after finishing his work. He did it again last night. He comes into the Living Room this morning and says "did you open that Halloween picture on the computer?"
I said "I haven't touched the computer in days."
He replied "every time I leave the computer on overnight I get up in the morning and a picture is open on the screen. This time it was Halloween. This is really fucking creepy."
Guys, I couldn't sleep last night. At about 4:30 this morning I got out of bed to lie on the couch. I walked past the computer to feed the cat around 5, and walked past it again 3 times between 6 and 6:30 making and getting coffee. There was no picture open on the computer. DH got up at 7 and noticed the picture open.
Also, a couple of months after my brother died our clocks started randomly changing times on their own. Friends said it was my brother trying to say hi (which bothered me a lot because I don't like the idea of him being stuck around here if an afterlife exists), but it was weird. He died two years ago this month. I haven't even bothered trying to keep the clocks right in about a year and a half because they keep changing.
Anyone want to come do an EVP session in my house? Lol!
I'm about to update our antivirus software and run a scan on my computer.
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Post by daub23 on Oct 19, 2017 9:05:58 GMT -5
oooo I need to see the pictures that are open on the screen!!
I feel like whoever is spookily pulling up pictures on your computer understands me on a deep level. That is 100% the kind of stuff I would do as a ghost to my haunting victims.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 19, 2017 9:11:55 GMT -5
oooo I need to see the pictures that are open on the screen!! I feel like whoever is spookily pulling up pictures on your computer understands me on a deep level. That is 100% the kind of stuff I would do as a ghost to my haunting victims. It was just a picture of one of the jack-o-lanterns we carved a few years back. Not actually scary in itself. It just creeped him out because it was Halloween related, and neither of us pulled it up. Lol. I'd fuck with people in a relatively innocent way too.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 30, 2017 20:27:47 GMT -5
ven tomorrow is Halloween. I swear to god if you don't tell your stories I will... Be temporarily sad.
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Post by ven on Oct 31, 2017 6:07:56 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER, thanks for the reminder! I'm WFH today, so I will find time to write up a story or two.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 31, 2017 6:59:26 GMT -5
LINGERLONGER , thanks for the reminder! I'm WFH today, so I will find time to write up a story or two. <3 you're the best.
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Post by LINGERLONGER on Oct 31, 2017 7:38:35 GMT -5
dirrtybutter and I were chatting last night. I joked I was going to share here and she told me to. Lol. I got got home from a hectic and weird road trip yesterday and was so tired and hurting so much I basically plopped on the couch and refused to move again for the night. It was rainy and windy and the perfect night for scary movies. I turned on a horror movie, KL hopped up and settled down in my arm, and we were off to a night of nothingness. I rarely ever fully pay attention to the horror movies I'm watching because I go for haunting type movies where the storyline isn't super important, so BaconButter and I were chatting and I was playing games on my iPad. KL and I are sitting here when I hear what sounds like someone rustling around in the guest room. He and I are alone in the house. I'm in the midst of ignoring the sounds, assuming them to have some sort of rational explanation (again, guys, when a ghost gets me, you can reference all my posts to figure out how to stay safe. Lol) when KL pops to attention and starts staring into the guest room to see what's making the sounds. Now at least I know they aren't in my imagination? I try to distract KL and he was having none of it. He just kept staring into the room. It was funny. Might have freaked BaconButter out a bit. Lol! BTW, there was no one in the guest room, and as the storm continued the sound didn't occur again. THE GHOSTS HAVE SPREAD FROM THE LAUNDRY/PANTRY TO THE GUEST ROOM! Lol!
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Post by ven on Oct 31, 2017 7:46:01 GMT -5
I grew up in a really neat old house. It was originally built before the Revolutionary war. Sometime in the late 1800s, it was lifted and moved by a team of oxen across town to the lot where it still stands today. The town historical society has photos of the move. It's been added on to and changed over the years, but it still had plenty of character and original features when we lived there. My parents sold the house in 2003, so I'm not sure what it's like today. \
I remember many strange things happening there. Most of them can probably be explained as quirks of an old house that might be a bit crooked or drafty. Doors loved to open on their own in that house (just interior doors). The basement door in particular opened itself frequently. I think kitchen cabinets/drawers also self-opened. I want to say we occasionally heard footsteps as well. It's been nearly 15 years since my family sold the house, so my memories are a bit foggy.
The clearest "odd" memory I have of that house is of the room we used as a formal dining room. I don't know how they would know this, but my parents claimed that room was originally used as a borning and dying room. There were no light switches in that room. If it was dark, you had to walk across the room and turn on a lamp. Maybe it was an optical illusion going from a brightly lit hallway to a darkened room, but crossing the threshold, it always seemed like there was some sort of silverish goo dripping around the doorway. It was only there in the dark. Still gives me the chills to think about to this day.
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