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Until I start getting some stories from others, I think I'll post one or two of my own. As far as stories go, they're not the best. But they'll show you that all I'm looking for is some stories that involve ghosts or hauntings in some way. Besides, I gotta fill up this page somehow.
Not much of a story, I know, but it's a good example of what I'm looking for. Here's another one, just cause I have time to kill. This next one isn't a ghost story, but it is ghost-related and I thought it was pretty funny, so I'll put it up.
My brother (Bryan), his girlfriend (Christie), and several other friends decided to have a nice creepy experience and go have a midnight picnic in the Dead Children's Playground. Everyone was in on the gag except Christie. It had been planned for weeks. My brother's friend Matthew had purchased a full black ski suit. Bryan had bought fake blood capsules. When they all approached the playground, the other members of the group began talking about "getting that eerie feeling you're being watched". Bryan himself was looking amongst the trees for Matthew's signal; a small piece of white paper stuck to the tree he was hiding behind. So, they all set up the picnic and began talking. Of course, the conversation turned to scary stories. One of the group began telling a story about an insane army lieutenant (who had supposedly killed most of the children buried in the nearby cemetery) and how he had recently escaped, and had been seen in the area . . . you know, your classic campfire story. The story ended, and the conversation went on for about 10 minutes without mention of it. That's when Bryan motioned for everyone to be silent, and looked as though he were listening to something. He then got up and walked toward the woods where he knew Matthew would be. Right on cue, Matthew, dressed all in black so as to make the perfect "shadowy figure" impression, leaped out of the trees and he and Bryan proceeded to "fight". You can figure out the rest. Bryan had intentionally worn a torn shirt that night, and popped a fake blood capsule right over the tear. He also had some in his mouth (accidentally swallowing one, which produced a nice coughing-up-blood effect) and Matthew ran away into the woods. Everyone knew what was going on except Christie. Of course, after everyone started laughing and let her know what had happened, she didn't speak to Bryan for about a week.
I had an intriguing incident happen about 6 years ago. I lived in a house with several other roommates (seems like I've been living with roommates forever now...and yes, one of these days I'm going to be a big girl and move out on my own) that was located at quite a distance from other houses. It was in an unincorporated area (we couldn't even get cable TV since it wasn't marketable for the companies to run cables for one house) and considered horse property, but it was a beautiful 4 bedroom house that accommodated three "couples" quite comfortably.
One of the girls was very receptive to spirits and mentioned within the first week of our moving in that the house was haunted. Unfortunately I never learned the history of the house. The property was owned by the County and they, obviously, didn't have a clue about prior residents. Anyway, my roommate said that three separate spirits were with us and that they stayed in the second story (where the bedrooms were located) and would not venture downstairs. She also said that one of the spirits did not care for the other two.
Although I regretfully never saw any spirits (I'm convinced my receptive levels are low), there were many other indicators that we were not alone in this house. Just the usual odd occurances of things suddenly missing and various unexplained noises, such as footsteps when no one was upstaris.
I've lived with spirits (meaning being aware of their presense) on several occasions in my lifetime, so this newest dwellings inhabitants didn't scare me, except for one particular night. I was home alone, naturally. It was winter and rather chilly out so all the windows were firmly shut. I was in my bedroom, listening to music and meditating when my bedroom door suddenly shut. Now, it didn't softly creak closed. It slammed with enough force to shake my entire room. This completely freaked me out and all I could think was "ok, I'm supposed to stay in here then." This memory still give me chills. The whole experience just felt so weird. I braved the outside world of the house an hour later and all was quiet.
I am fortunate that this one incident was the only time I have encountered what I interpreted as an angry spirit.
My mom and dad were at the hospital and just me and my little bro was home. I walked into the kitchen and said something to my bro at the other end of the house when a man jumped up and ran across our back porch. I heard his steps and saw his head and the back of his shirt. My brother heard nothing. At the time it freaked me out because everyone was searching for Eric Rudolph and I live close to the NC state line. Called the police, went to my sister's but they never found anything. Like he disappeared after he left the porch. I was calm at the time, not nervous at all when it happened(afterward was a different matter). The gate on the porch was closed and if he'd jumped it he'd broken something for sure. So I guess it was either faery or ghost. Whatever it was, something was on that porch. I heard and saw it.I even felt him running across the porch. It was creepy.... My sis has a ghost at work. She'll hear people walk up behind her and see a shadow and when she turns around to give them hell for trying to scare her, no one's there. She thinks it's a woman who was killed by a dirty cop who worked at that precinct. Doors open and close on their own every once in awhile, usually when she's there alone.
The freakiest thing I think that's happened to me personally was at work. There was a young man who worked there. I didn't really know him, but I passed him almost every morning when I came in, we'd say good morning, then go on about our day. One Monday I came in, passed him as usual at the time clock, nodded hello and headed upstairs. It was about two hours later when the rest of my department started trickling in that I found out someone had died, and it took most of the day to put the name with the face. What's stranger is that in talking to friends, including the payroll person, a week or so later about the incident, I found out he had clocked in that morning, shortly before I did, but he never clocked out...and he had died Friday night...I guess someone forgot to tell him he didn't need to go to work anymore.
When I was living at home with my parents I would often hear footsteps walking up the stairs and across the floor to a bedroom door which then creaked. I was usually alone in the house at the time. The house had been built in two stages, first the part with the stairway, and thirteen years later an addition was built using lumber from an empty farmhouse which burned down several years before I was even born. It was believed that a tramp was staying there and started the fire by smoking or trying to stay warm. The freaky thing is that the footsteps went up the stairs in the first-built part of the house and then crossed the floor to the door in the later-built part.
Contributed by unicorn_princess on the Beliefnet message board
When I was about 16 years old, I was in my church with a friend decorating for Christmas. We were the only 2 there and it was about 10PM. We had locked all 3 doors (and only my father had a key) and were playing the xmas music loud & being teenagers. All of a sudden, the church door closest to us whooshed open, snow swirled in and instantaneously the lights (and they were ALL on) went out. Strangely enough, the stereo stayed on. Then, the door slammed shut, and as it closed, the lights all came back on. We were pretty freaked out, and went to check all the doors. They were all still locked, but the other two also had fresh piles of snow in front of them with footsteps leading OUT of the church. footprints that were much bigger than either of our feet.
Needless to say, we decided that we'd had enough of decorating for that evening.
A lot of other strange things happened in the church during the decoration process -- all in the same room that my friend & I were in charge of. Things went missing, ladders started shaking violently when people were on them (earthquake violently) when nothing else in teh room would move.
We never figured out exactly what was going on -- but we had borrowed an antique pump organ (we were decorating in a german-ish theme) and when that was removed, there were no more problems.
I was living in my first apartment. It was tiny. It had these two french style doors between the living room and the bedroom.
One night I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, which is on the bedroom side of those doors, which were closed. As I passed this door, I felt very afraid, like panic-stricken. I went to the bathroom, and when I returned to the bedroom, I avoided walking in front of the doors, climbing into the bed from the other side.
This happened a few times more. Then one night I got brave and reached for the door handle. At first I got this really strong feeling of presence on the other side, a big presence. Then as my hand touched the door knob I was seeing the door opening, and a large man on the other side who lunged at me (only at this point I wasn't me...like I had become the woman this had happened to) with a knife. In a panic, I let go of the door, and the vision vanished.
I checked with the office manager the next day and discovered that indeed a woman had been murdered in that apartment a few years before by an abusive boyfriend.
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