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Originally Posted By Banjaxed:
I moonlight as a paramedic and working EMS you will see all kinds of creepy and fucked up things. Every shift I go in I do so with the knowledge that there is a good chance my face will be the last or first thing a person sees as they leave or enter this world. The one that sends a chill up my spine though happened last year while I was still doing clinicals. We received a call to a nursing home for a unresponsive 87 year old woman. When we picked her up it was obvious she was not long for this world. She coded three times on us before we got her to the ER. What freaked me out though was when she became responsive briefly during transport. I was starting an IV and she just sprang to life, grabbed my arm with a strength unholy for a frail old woman, looked me square in the eye and in a raspy, guttural way quietly screamed my name. The look in her eyes was unlike anything I had seen before or since. It felt like she was starring straight into my soul. What is so disturbing about that is that during no point had I introduced myself to her as she was unresponsive. Also being a dumb student I had forgotten my ID badge that day as well. I had never worked her before as a patient, nor meet her that I can recall in any capacity. Could be she mistook me for somebody else by the same name but it sure seemed meant for me. She died less than an hour after admission. To this day I still remember everything about that call like it just happened and it makes my blood run cold to remember her face and the way she called to me. Sometimes I close my eyes and still see that face. Fuck me, stories like this are why I love these threads. They're also what keep me looking under my bed at night. |
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When I was 13, my grandmother was sick and doing poorly in the hospital. I was sleeping in my bedroom and woke up to an overwhelming INTENSE Knowledge that she had passed away. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, my parents told me that she had passed away. It was the same time I woke up, etc.
. I've seen many times that if a person, who's very sick / terminal has a great day, ....watch out, they may be dead w/in 24 hrs. In other words, if they have TOO good of a day, it's usu over. As an RN that worked home health and hospice, I've run across more than a few cases of unexplainable things This HH nurse went to the pts house to do a routine visit. As the patient was talking to the nurse, she suddenly collapsed. Faint, weak, dizzy, felt BAD. The patient then told the nurse, " my brother just died." The nurse said, " no, mrs patient, he's in the hospital but improving and scheduled for d/c etc. The patient insisted, so the nurse called the hospital. Sure enough, her brother had just died, and she knew. Scary : While doing an ICU rotation in nsg school at a charity teaching hospital, I saw an ECG scan, I think (can't remember exactly what type as it was 20 yrs ago), of a prisoner that was in the hospital,. He was a bad guy, etc under guard, thathad killed someone and was then shot, whatever. Doing poorly. His ECG scan looked exactly like the face of the devil. Detailed unmistakeable picture of a devil. Before the next day, that patient had died. Edit: An old small hospital that i worked at, had a ghost of a little boy. Many people had seen him. On the video cameras, shadows going across halls- but usu in the same place as.. patient call bells going off with no one in the room. |
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Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves:
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Originally Posted By Eukatae:
Originally Posted By DDoleiden:
Why do I always read these threads before going to sleep? Yeah.....it's like we are stupid or something. Funny thing is I used to live in a new house and was such the last time I read one of these thread. No way that house was haunted. Now I live in a house that was built in 1912, generations have lived and died here.... and it is making all sorts of sounds tonight! The house I live in was built in 1840. The cellar scares the shit out of me. I had to go down there to reset a popped circuit at 2am a couple weeks ago and my ass was clenched pretty tight. |
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So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.
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I love these threads. I tag them, then the stories seem to die off, and a new thread appears 6 months later..
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I got one. I'm usually pretty skeptical about paranormal stuff, but am totally open to the concept of another realm being out there somewhere. There is definitely more out there than just what we see with our eyes.
We sometimes go walking down by the ocean at an abandoned children's MR complex, Seaside is it's name. It's history goes back to a TB facility from the 30's, switched to a kids facility at some point, and closed its doors in 1996. I have found articles in the local paper having to do with children dying there due to neglect. Anyone who wants to can look them up. About 2 years ago, my gf, daughter, and i were walking on the beach there. Nobody around but us. Locals visit it often, but we hadn't seen anyone else that day. The gf and I were sitting on the seawall bullshitting and my daughter, who was 2 at the time, had taken her shoes off and was playing in the sand near the water. After some time passes, I go to get her, put her shoes back on, etc. She had found a yellow sand shovel and had been digging with it. I tell her to put the shovel down because we have to go home. She tells me no. "Sarah, you have to leave the shovel here." "No I don't, the boy told me I could have it." "What boy?" "The blue boy. He said i could have it." "What blue boy?" "The blue boy who was here with me." At this point the hair on my neck was standing up and my gf and I were just looking at each other. My daughter didn't make things up when she was that young. We had passed nobody on the grounds getting to the beach, and there had been nobody on the beach with us. Alone the entire trip. I let her keep the shovel. It's sitting in her toybox in the family room. Nothing spooky or paranormal has happened at my house. Every time I see the shovel I remember that trip to the beach, and it still kinda gives me the willies thinking about it. |
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Originally Posted By Flathead9: Originally Posted By Eukatae: Originally Posted By DDoleiden: Why do I always read these threads before going to sleep? Yeah.....it's like we are stupid or something. Funny thing is I used to live in a new house and was such the last time I read one of these thread. No way that house was haunted. Now I live in a house that was built in 1912, generations have lived and died here.... and it is making all sorts of sounds tonight! The house I live in was built in 1840. The cellar scares the shit out of me. I had to go down there to reset a popped circuit at 2am a couple weeks ago and my ass was clenched pretty tight. What were you afraid of? Ghost rape? |
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Originally Posted By Banjaxed:
I moonlight as a paramedic and working EMS you will see all kinds of creepy and fucked up things. Every shift I go in I do so with the knowledge that there is a good chance my face will be the last or first thing a person sees as they leave or enter this world. The one that sends a chill up my spine though happened last year while I was still doing clinicals. We received a call to a nursing home for a unresponsive 87 year old woman. When we picked her up it was obvious she was not long for this world. She coded three times on us before we got her to the ER. What freaked me out though was when she became responsive briefly during transport. I was starting an IV and she just sprang to life, grabbed my arm with a strength unholy for a frail old woman, looked me square in the eye and in a raspy, guttural way quietly screamed my name. The look in her eyes was unlike anything I had seen before or since. It felt like she was starring straight into my soul. What is so disturbing about that is that during no point had I introduced myself to her as she was unresponsive. Also being a dumb student I had forgotten my ID badge that day as well. I had never worked her before as a patient, nor meet her that I can recall in any capacity. Could be she mistook me for somebody else by the same name but it sure seemed meant for me. She died less than an hour after admission. To this day I still remember everything about that call like it just happened and it makes my blood run cold to remember her face and the way she called to me. Sometimes I close my eyes and still see that face. lol when you have a code you shouldn't assume they can't hear you. in EMT basic I was taught that you must watch what you say because when the patient comes back to they can at times recite what you said while they were out. my instructor once said "I don't think this ones going to make it" when a patient coded on her and when she saw him months later after he made a full recovery he told her he made it and he had heard what she said. |
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>Be about 12
>Getting ready for school >Still dark inside the house >Walking downstairs >Stop about halfway >Glass chandelier hangs in front of staircase partially obscuring portion of upstairs hallway >See shadowy human figure walking down hallway >Think it's my dad >Silhouette walks behind glass chandelier >Never comes out the other side >Call to my father >He comes out of another room >NOPE.jpg |
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Originally Posted By FP2000H:
Here's a doozy for you. In my freshman year of high school, I developed a keen fascination with the occult. I moved in circles beyond my years and a practicing occultist took me in under his wing. It was interesting. Need a photo of you in said phase |
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Originally Posted By eternal24k:
Originally Posted By FP2000H:
Here's a doozy for you. In my freshman year of high school, I developed a keen fascination with the occult. I moved in circles beyond my years and a practicing occultist took me in under his wing. It was interesting. Need a photo of you in said phase Heheh...he had a "benefactor." I'll bet there are a LOT of photos of him in said phase. |
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I don't have any to compare to some of the ones you guys have, but I'll share a couple things. I might have added these to the other thirty-something-page CREEPY thread, I don't remember.
My parents used to have prayer meetings in our trailer, before I was born. They would supposedly rebuke lots of spirits, and once during one of these meetings, all the people who were there claimed that they heard a loud BOOM, like somebody took a sledgehammer to the back of their window unit air conditioner. My sister, father, nephew and brother-in-law have all claimed to have seen a "shadow" in my parents' living room. When we were kids, my sister once fell asleep on the floor right in front of the sofa in our living room. In the middle of the night, she wakes up, and says that a bright light jumped into her chest. My parents attest to this, as they rushed downstairs after hearing her scream bloody murder at 3AM. My father has a very similar experience, at roughly the same place. He says that he was awoken in the middle of the night by a light of some kind jump into or onto him. He stood up, almost still asleep, and tried desperately to brush whatever it was off of him. I believe this story especially, because he is quite the skeptic, and wastes no time in trying to debunk any ghostly claims of anyone else. Lastly, my brother-in-law told me, without knowing about any of this, told me a similar story. During a rough patch, my sister, her husband, and their kids moved back in with my parents while I was a teenager. One night, they were sleeping in the middle of the living room floor, and he wakes up (in the middle of the night, presumably) and claims to have seen a large, black, generally evil-looking shadow hovering over in the corner of the room. This one happened to my mother quite recently. She woke up (once again, in the middle of the night. Apparently nothing happens around here during the day) and saw the shadowy outline of a large man standing near the foot of her bed. As soon as she saw it, it kind of darted/disappeared toward the bathroom. She told me, "Immediately, in my mind I kept thinking, 'You weren't supposed to see that.'" I was talking to the same brother-in-law a couple months ago. He told me a story about when he was a kid. He had a pretty crappy childhood, and lived in the ghetto part of town. Not far from this area there is a middle school, but it used to be an elementary school. He claims that he and a bunch of kids were out late at night, playing hide and seek in the playground of this school. He said that he hid behind a bush, right under a window, and looked in. It was the library, and there was a rocking chair in the library, to read stories to the little kindergarteners. When he told me the story, he was getting goosebumps all over his arms, seriously freaked out just telling me. He looked in the window, and there was... something sitting in the rocking chair. He said it was a huge, dark, red-faced creature with long, straight horns, and that it "smiled" at him and beckoned him to come closer. He said ran straight home and didn't talk to any of the other kids. I have no idea whether to believe him, he seemed to be quite in earnest about that one. My sister says that she was awoken once by the voice of a little girl at the foot of her bed, saying "Come play with me". She always did see a lot more things than anyone else. When she was a little girl, she ran through the trailer screaming, claiming that a hand was coming out at her from under our parents' bed. A lot of other things that I can't remember off-hand. Most of the stories I have are from other people, as the things I've experienced were quite minor. I heard someone whisper into my ear once, when nobody else could be around. I've seen the usual things out of the corner of my eye. I've heard weird noises in the walls, and in the ceiling, it sounded like somebody dragging a body across the attic (which isn't big enough to stand up in). When I was a teenager I had a couple times where I was absolutely certain that I was being followed through the woods (armed with my handy-dandy Red Ryder). There is a graveyard back there that my friends and I found once. It was fenced in and in amazingly good shape. Right in the middle of the woods. Some of the graves dated back to the 1820's and a few earlier. Oddly enough, we tried to find it several times afterwards and never could. That woods was always very disorienting. It's less than a mile from my house, but once you're back there, it seems like it's in the middle of the wilderness. I've come downstairs in the middle of the night to find the front door wide open. Also, when I try to go to sleep, sometimes I will hear what sounds very much like people whispering quietly. I'm sure most of this stuff is easily explainable, so I don't put a huge amount of stock in it, but this is the CREEPY thread. |
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A buddy of mine related to me a story of something he experienced right after moving into a house he and his future wife rented for a time. It was shortly after they moved in. He and his girl were relaxing in the late evening when they thoughtthey heard some noises coming from the garage. Without a second thought, my buddy goes to look and there is nothing. It happens a couple more times that evening and on one of the occasions my buddy isjust standing there in the dark listening for if the noise is maybe outside or something. Nothing. As he turns to make his way back into the house he hears very clearly something which ordinarily might be cause for alarm but is so out of place here that he said it literally made the hair on his next stand up. It was the sound of a dog's growl. They did not own a dog.
Needless to say, there was no dog in the garage. He had a dream not long after that of being menaced by a large black dog tied to a chain in his backyard. He found out some time after that, from a neighbor,'that the homeowner before him had owned such a dog and had always kept the poor beast chained. The homeowner tied the dog up in a storage room in the garage once and basically left the dog to starve which it did. That storage room in the garage was in a corner behind some minor detritus. My buddy's curiosity got the best of him and he looked in that room. He said there were claw marks all over the walls and it was obvious the starving, frightened animal had frantically tried to escape at one point during it's captivity. When I first heard the story, I was chilled to the bone. Retelling it now, it comes across as more sad than anything. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile |
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Originally Posted By PhatForrest:
Originally Posted By Flathead9:
Originally Posted By Eukatae:
Originally Posted By DDoleiden:
Why do I always read these threads before going to sleep? Yeah.....it's like we are stupid or something. Funny thing is I used to live in a new house and was such the last time I read one of these thread. No way that house was haunted. Now I live in a house that was built in 1912, generations have lived and died here.... and it is making all sorts of sounds tonight! The house I live in was built in 1840. The cellar scares the shit out of me. I had to go down there to reset a popped circuit at 2am a couple weeks ago and my ass was clenched pretty tight. What were you afraid of? Ghost rape? Ghost rape! Isn't it funny how someone, like myself, can be fairly certain there is no such thing as ET, ghosts, etc. but upon reading these threads I get mighty jumpy. |
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Originally Posted By MrMojoRising:
Originally Posted By scorpion12:
...the best we could figure out is that she was reincarnated... . Yeah, that must have been it. I'll be honest and say we don't know what the hell it was or what she was talking about. |
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Originally Posted By Eukatae: Originally Posted By PhatForrest: Originally Posted By Flathead9: Originally Posted By Eukatae: Originally Posted By DDoleiden: Why do I always read these threads before going to sleep? Yeah.....it's like we are stupid or something. Funny thing is I used to live in a new house and was such the last time I read one of these thread. No way that house was haunted. Now I live in a house that was built in 1912, generations have lived and died here.... and it is making all sorts of sounds tonight! The house I live in was built in 1840. The cellar scares the shit out of me. I had to go down there to reset a popped circuit at 2am a couple weeks ago and my ass was clenched pretty tight. What were you afraid of? Ghost rape? Ghost rape! Isn't it funny how someone, like myself, can be fairly certain there is no such thing as ET, ghosts, etc. but upon reading these threads I get mighty jumpy. Same for me. I don't believe in ghosts or the paranormal. But my wife does. She claims to have seen a mustached man in her mother's house several times, as do her siblings. They all say they saw the same guy in her father's house, where the whole family lived before their parents divorced. My mother in law also tells me the following story. My wife's grandfather was not a kind man; he had been very abusive to her father and her uncles, but apparently he absolutely loved my wife and always brought her candy and toys when he saw her. He died when she was 4 or so; shortly before his death they'd amputated one of his legs below the knee and this information was not relayed to my wife because she was so young. Apparently, one night shortly after he died, my wife was asleep on the couch in the living room, and my MIL was in the kitchen when she heard my wife giggling. She came into the living room and said "What's so funny?" My wife was looking over at her grandfather's favorite chair, where he always sat, and said "Grandpa's making me laugh. What's wrong with his foot?" |
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Originally Posted By Eukatae:
Originally Posted By PhatForrest:
Originally Posted By Flathead9:
Originally Posted By Eukatae:
Originally Posted By DDoleiden:
Why do I always read these threads before going to sleep? Yeah.....it's like we are stupid or something. Funny thing is I used to live in a new house and was such the last time I read one of these thread. No way that house was haunted. Now I live in a house that was built in 1912, generations have lived and died here.... and it is making all sorts of sounds tonight! The house I live in was built in 1840. The cellar scares the shit out of me. I had to go down there to reset a popped circuit at 2am a couple weeks ago and my ass was clenched pretty tight. What were you afraid of? Ghost rape? Ghost rape! Isn't it funny how someone, like myself, can be fairly certain there is no such thing as ET, ghosts, etc. but upon reading these threads I get mighty jumpy. Human nature. Just wear a .45 next time, if that can't kill anything that's might be down there, it can't hurt you. |
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The valley near Dover, Arkansas where the "ghost lights" are is already creepy enough, but this story is creepier.
My friend told me that one day he woke up with some voice mails on his phone of his friend begging him to come pick him up and that his car had died. He called him and this is the story he was told. He said is friend makes fun of people who believe in ghosts, UFO's, etc., and tries to think of rational explanations, so it makes his story more valid. His friend told him he was driving down the dirt road that leads to the valley where the lights are around 2 AM when he saw an old woman walking down the road. He started to slow down because he was miles from any houses, so he figured her car had broke down. When he got close to her, he said she outstretched her palm towards him and his car died. He kept trying to fire it up, but nothing happened, it was completely dead. He started calling everyone he could think of to come get him and started freaking out, he refused to get out of the car. He got anther buddy to come get him, and his friend started making fun of him pretty bad when he got there. but when they got in his vehicle to leave it wouldn't start. Now they were both freaking out, and they called his dad to come get them. The told him not to turn his truck off because it wouldn't start if he did. When he showed up, they drove the rest of the way into the valley and turned around, and then all the way back out. They didn't see any vehicles broken down or anyone walking down the road. They asked around town and heard that this exact thing had happened to at least 2 other people. Also, a store owner told them that once he took his family to see the lights and his 2 youngest sons kept saying they saw an old lady staring at them from the woods behind the lookout point, and begged to leave and started crying. No one else could see anything, but they left anyways. Keep these stories coming |
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I've been woken up by the sound of my 4 year old daughter kind of giggling twice lately, between 3 and 4 a.m. each time. I get out of bed, go to her room, open the door, and there she is, standing in the corner.
She's just standing there with a blank stare, laughing kind of shallow. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her. Both times she just turns around, smiles and goes back to bed. I hate going back to sleep after that. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile |
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I GOT GD'd AGAIN DAMMIT! This crap has got to stop, every day it's like a damn rabbit hole of worthless crap I can't stop reading. -ZA206
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ETA: ^^^^Whoa, fuck that, too! I'd never be able to sleep.
Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves: The guy found the matching child's shoe in the back of his truck that morning while unpacking. *clears throat* FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK That! |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
I've been woken up by the sound of my 4 year old daughter kind of giggling twice lately, between 3 and 4 a.m. each time. I get out of bed, go to her room, open the door, and there she is, standing in the corner. She's just standing there with a blank stare, laughing kind of shallow. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her. Both times she just turns around, smiles and goes back to bed. I hate going back to sleep after that. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile Be careful. She may be a somnambulist! Sell the house & move. |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her... |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
I've been woken up by the sound of my 4 year old daughter kind of giggling twice lately, between 3 and 4 a.m. each time. I get out of bed, go to her room, open the door, and there she is, standing in the corner. She's just standing there with a blank stare, laughing kind of shallow. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her. Both times she just turns around, smiles and goes back to bed. I hate going back to sleep after that. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile Okay, that's just fucked up. |
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Originally Posted By THR-Thumper:
Originally Posted By eternal24k:
Originally Posted By FP2000H:
Here's a doozy for you. In my freshman year of high school, I developed a keen fascination with the occult. I moved in circles beyond my years and a practicing occultist took me in under his wing. It was interesting. Need a photo of you in said phase Heheh...he had a "benefactor." I'll bet there are a LOT of photos of him in said phase. i lol'd |
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when I was a child I lived in a very old neighborhood that was a busy place during the California Gold Rush, our house was very old dating back to the 1870's, the house next door was also from that era but was unoccupied for many years there was also an old well right next to the house that was boarded up , since the town had a sewer system and water now, our house also had an old well that was removed and buried all that remained was a brick structure where it use to be
one night while sleeping I was awoken by voices coming from the abandoned house next door, it sounded like people having a conversation, talking laughing , etc, sounded like old black men by the sound of the voices talking and having a card game or something? I slowly looked out the window towards the old house next door and it was pitch dark, no signs of anybody over there? I think this happened a few times and it was always really late like 2 - 3 am never figured out who those voices were? |
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Originally Posted By MrMojoRising:
Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her... I don't scare easily but that shit scared the hell out of me. No fucking way I was going to just walk up on her and get my soul or brains eaten. My wife found the sock thing to be hilarious though, I tried calling her name first, she didn't answer so I did what any grown man would do. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
Originally Posted By MrMojoRising:
Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her... I don't scare easily but that shit scared the hell out of me. No fucking way I was going to just walk up on her and get my soul or brains eaten. My wife found the sock thing to be hilarious though, I tried calling her name first, she didn't answer so I did what any grown man would do. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile Kids do funny stuff. I bet you did too. My 4 year old son scared the crap out of me last week. I went in his room to turn his lamp off, but he wasn't in bed. I checked his closet, not in there. Went over the entire house, he was nowhere to be found. All exterior doors locked, started to get concerned, then looked under his bed, and there he was, sleeping under the bed. |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty:
I've been woken up by the sound of my 4 year old daughter kind of giggling twice lately, between 3 and 4 a.m. each time. I get out of bed, go to her room, open the door, and there she is, standing in the corner. She's just standing there with a blank stare, laughing kind of shallow. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her. Both times she just turns around, smiles and goes back to bed. I hate going back to sleep after that. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile My 6 year-old nephew does the same sort of thing. If you awaken him from a deep sleep, he will start laughing hysterically. It's somewhat unsettling. He sleepwalks, too. |
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Originally Posted By MrMojoRising:
Just check the bed next time, what's the worst it could be? http://forgifs.com/gallery/d/163464-3/Creepy_bed.gif What movie is that from. Seems familiar but can't place it. |
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Originally Posted By Chadthirty: Originally Posted By MrMojoRising: Originally Posted By Chadthirty: . Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her... I don't scare easily but that shit scared the hell out of me. No fucking way I was going to just walk up on her and get my soul or brains eaten. My wife found the sock thing to be hilarious though, I tried calling her name first, she didn't answer so I did what any grown man would do. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile I am laughing so hard cause this is so fucking true. |
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Originally Posted By _DR:
Originally Posted By MrMojoRising:
Just check the bed next time, what's the worst it could be? http://forgifs.com/gallery/d/163464-3/Creepy_bed.gif What movie is that from. Seems familiar but can't place it. http://www.youtube.com/user/Fewdiodotcom#p/search/0/0z6xGU2_g9s |
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When I was around 11 we used to go my great granparents house in Taswell, TN. I knew my great grandmother before she died, never met my great grandfather...just saw pictures. They lived on a massive property up in the mountains that had a creek running through it. My "uncle" had a trailer he lived on near the front of the property and that's where family stayed when we came up to visit.
The house was built forever and a half ago, had no electricity or running water. There was a manual water pump thing and buckets outside and a wood burning stove if you got cold. They used candles for light. (Not kidding) Everytime I would visit you could see my great grandfathers "ghost" on the porch in his rocking chair outside, just rocking. My great grandmother when she was alive would sit in the other chair and talk to him. If you approached the house my great grandfathers "ghost" would calmly stand up and go inside. Search the house and there is no one in there. If we asked my great grandmother about it she would just smile and talk about when they were young. When she passed my mom went up there to visit and said that now they both rock out on the porch. She said if you walk up there they get up and go inside still. When we visited my dad always dared me to spend a night in the house....never even tried. Now that I'm older I would kill to spend a night there. 3 (maybe 4) years ago my uncle demolished the house and started building a new house on the spot. He's crazy so I don't trust much he says but apparently it's noticeably cooler (10 degree difference) on the spot where the house was. I haven't been back since I was 11 but to this day I remember everything I saw vividly. |
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Originally Posted By aimforthemedic:
When I was around 11 we used to go my great granparents house in Taswell, TN. I knew my great grandmother before she died, never met my great grandfather...just saw pictures. They lived on a massive property up in the mountains that had a creek running through it. My "uncle" had a trailer he lived on near the front of the property and that's where family stayed when we came up to visit. The house was built forever and a half ago, had no electricity or running water. There was a manual water pump thing and buckets outside and a wood burning stove if you got cold. They used candles for light. (Not kidding) Everytime I would visit you could see my great grandfathers "ghost" on the porch in his rocking chair outside, just rocking. My great grandmother when she was alive would sit in the other chair and talk to him. If you approached the house my great grandfathers "ghost" would calmly stand up and go inside. Search the house and there is no one in there. If we asked my great grandmother about it she would just smile and talk about when they were young. When she passed my mom went up there to visit and said that now they both rock out on the porch. She said if you walk up there they get up and go inside still. When we visited my dad always dared me to spend a night in the house....never even tried. Now that I'm older I would kill to spend a night there. 3 (maybe 4) years ago my uncle demolished the house and started building a new house on the spot. He's crazy so I don't trust much he says but apparently it's noticeably cooler (10 degree difference) on the spot where the house was. I haven't been back since I was 11 but to this day I remember everything I saw vividly. So up until 4 years ago you could have gotten incontrovertable evidence of paranormal activity on video and it just slipped your mind? That's a shame. |
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Originally Posted By 70satvert: Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves: snip Now that shit creeped me out. I was talking to my brother about this thread last night and he jogged my memory about a few things I had forgotten over the years. When you know the history of the people who lived near there its even stranger. There was/is a family in that area named Cutterman that has a shady past and are generally thought of as in-breads, thieves and degenerates That dates back to the 1800's. This family made their fortune in timber in this area around 1850 or so and bought huge tracts of land. They were the Rockefellers of the region. Sometime around 1870 they tried to purchase a parcel of land near where our cabin sits but the owners didnt want to sell as the cabins here had been part of the underground rail road. And as every family has a family tree, so did the Cutterman. One enterprising branch of the timber tycoon's family got the big idea that he would get drunk and go burn down all the shacks on the parcel and gain his relative access to the land, as a sort of favor. Well, he set fire to all the shacks, but he got hit over the head for his troubles and was left to burn with the shacks. Long story short: The Tycoon guy got pegged for the shacks burning and the murders. He was accused of conspiracy to commit arson and 22 counts of murder even though he had nothing to do with it nor even had any knowledge and was hanged. The family wealth was seized and they were chased out of most of their homes by Vandals and politicians looking for revenge. At this point the family had lost all faith in Government and could not trust even friends so they pooled their resources and set up a sort of family commune in a Y shaped valley that they had left from a non timber related land deal. This valley didn't even have a road going in to it, so the family built one with picks and shovels that lead to the intersection of the valleys. It was not uncommon to be shot at if you happened to go down this road and very few people ever tried including the local police. It is alleged that these people have been inbreeding for generations and still live up there with no modern amenities save for a few vehicles and some long guns. A local gun shop in the area used to get a visitor from the family every few months who would come in with a gun and demand to chamber the ammo in his gun before paying as he had bought the wrong gauge once and couldnt return it. The last time the were seen en mass was during a 1980's census and the census taker took a guess at 60-70 people as he could get no closer as the stench and sight was too bad. Some of the more normal ones have been said to have bought houses outside of the valley from the proceeds of drug dealing and working for the Mob in some fashion related to contraband. Not many roads up there, but a hell of a lot of trails. To this day no one even speaks the name Cutterman in that area. Their afraid they might insult a family member. . |
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Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves:
The last time the were seen en mass was during a 1980's census and the census taker took a guess at 60-70 people as he could get no closer as the stench and sight was too bad. Some of the more normal ones have been said to have bought houses outside of the valley from the proceeds of drug dealing and working for the Mob in some fashion related to contraband. Not many roads up there, but a hell of a lot of trails. Google maps coordinates? |
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Originally Posted By WanderingOisin:
I was talking to the same brother-in-law a couple months ago. He told me a story about when he was a kid. He had a pretty crappy childhood, and lived in the ghetto part of town. Not far from this area there is a middle school, but it used to be an elementary school. He claims that he and a bunch of kids were out late at night, playing hide and seek in the playground of this school. He said that he hid behind a bush, right under a window, and looked in. It was the library, and there was a rocking chair in the library, to read stories to the little kindergarteners. When he told me the story, he was getting goosebumps all over his arms, seriously freaked out just telling me. He looked in the window, and there was... something sitting in the rocking chair. He said it was a huge, dark, red-faced creature with long, straight horns, and that it "smiled" at him and beckoned him to come closer. He said ran straight home and didn't talk to any of the other kids. I have no idea whether to believe him, he seemed to be quite in earnest about that one. Ok, that was friggin creepy because very easy to picture. I bush in front of a low window and you can imagine from an outside viewer similar to a movie, the kid hiding slowly standing up and looking over his should and a "thing" just glaring through the glass. Not cool! Lol |
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Originally Posted By WanderingOisin: Originally Posted By Chadthirty: I've been woken up by the sound of my 4 year old daughter kind of giggling twice lately, between 3 and 4 a.m. each time. I get out of bed, go to her room, open the door, and there she is, standing in the corner. She's just standing there with a blank stare, laughing kind of shallow. Freaks me out so I pick up a pair of her socks and toss them at her. Both times she just turns around, smiles and goes back to bed. I hate going back to sleep after that. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile My 6 year-old nephew does the same sort of thing. If you awaken him from a deep sleep, he will start laughing hysterically. It's somewhat unsettling. He sleepwalks, too. One of my 11 year old twins sleepwalks. Sometimes it's hilarious, sometimes it's a bit creepy. He will come down stairs with a blank look on his face and sit on the couch just staring and unresponsive...eventually he'll sort of snap out of it and head back up to his room. Once we found him standing in the laundry hamper in the laundry room just standing there blankly. We laughed pretty hard but it was also kind of "WTF!??!" I hate when you're in this deep sleep and you hear something in your room and crack your eyes open to see a human face 6 inches from you staring at you blankly...heart skips a beat and a little pee comes out (just kidding ) and then you realize it's just one of the kids sleepwalking or needing some trivial thing they thought they should wake you up for lol... ETA- keep 'em coming guys, real or not this shit is great! |
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Originally Posted By aimforthemedic:
When I was around 11 we used to go my great granparents house in Taswell, TN. I knew my great grandmother before she died, never met my great grandfather...just saw pictures. They lived on a massive property up in the mountains that had a creek running through it. My "uncle" had a trailer he lived on near the front of the property and that's where family stayed when we came up to visit. The house was built forever and a half ago, had no electricity or running water. There was a manual water pump thing and buckets outside and a wood burning stove if you got cold. They used candles for light. (Not kidding) Everytime I would visit you could see my great grandfathers "ghost" on the porch in his rocking chair outside, just rocking. My great grandmother when she was alive would sit in the other chair and talk to him. If you approached the house my great grandfathers "ghost" would calmly stand up and go inside. Search the house and there is no one in there. If we asked my great grandmother about it she would just smile and talk about when they were young. When she passed my mom went up there to visit and said that now they both rock out on the porch. She said if you walk up there they get up and go inside still. When we visited my dad always dared me to spend a night in the house....never even tried. Now that I'm older I would kill to spend a night there. 3 (maybe 4) years ago my uncle demolished the house and started building a new house on the spot. He's crazy so I don't trust much he says but apparently it's noticeably cooler (10 degree difference) on the spot where the house was. I haven't been back since I was 11 but to this day I remember everything I saw vividly. whats a real ghost look like? did they appear like normal people? or were they transparent? and were they fully clothed? why would a ghost need clothing? seems like everybody always sees a ghost wearing old vintage style clothing? if wearing clothing would they be seen wearing the same exact outfit everytime they were seen? |
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The only reason I'm telling this story is because I really have to tell somebody, as it disturbs the ever loving shit out of me. I've told very few people about why I asked to be transferred at my job. I used to work the night shift in a gigantic office building that is attached to an old Mill building, built circa 1865.
One night, I'm wandering around this mill, doing my job, when I hear somebody talking. That, while unusual, didn't bother me, because employees for this company show up at lots of odd hours. So I start looking for the originator of the voice, wandering up and down the aisles of cubicles, when I notice something REALLY fucking strange. I couldn't find the source of the voice, because the source was all around me. As in, every time I turned to face a different direction, the voice seemed to be coming from there. I'm starting to get a little creeped out at this point. I can't hear what the voice is saying. Then, as if it was waiting for me to recognize that it was something odd, the voice jumped into focus, and I could hear it clearly. I have no idea what language it was speaking in. I didn't recognize a single word, but that voice sounded fucking pissed. In the ultimate case of false bravado, I calmly announced who I was, and if the employee needed some help. The voice stopped. I promptly shit my pants, and GTFO. If I had had PMAGs, I would have popped the tops. |
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Originally Posted By eternal24k: Originally Posted By FP2000H: Here's a doozy for you. In my freshman year of high school, I developed a keen fascination with the occult. I moved in circles beyond my years and a practicing occultist took me in under his wing. It was interesting. Need a photo of you in said phase |
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Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves: Originally Posted By 70satvert: Originally Posted By RaisedByWolves: snip Now that shit creeped me out. I was talking to my brother about this thread last night and he jogged my memory about a few things I had forgotten over the years. When you know the history of the people who lived near there its even stranger. There was/is a family in that area named Cutterman that has a shady past and are generally thought of as in-breads, thieves and degenerates That dates back to the 1800's. This family made their fortune in timber in this area around 1850 or so and bought huge tracts of land. They were the Rockefellers of the region. Sometime around 1870 they tried to purchase a parcel of land near where our cabin sits but the owners didnt want to sell as the cabins here had been part of the underground rail road. And as every family has a family tree, so did the Cutterman. One enterprising branch of the timber tycoon's family got the big idea that he would get drunk and go burn down all the shacks on the parcel and gain his relative access to the land, as a sort of favor. Well, he set fire to all the shacks, but he got hit over the head for his troubles and was left to burn with the shacks. Long story short: The Tycoon guy got pegged for the shacks burning and the murders. He was accused of conspiracy to commit arson and 22 counts of murder even though he had nothing to do with it nor even had any knowledge and was hanged. The family wealth was seized and they were chased out of most of their homes by Vandals and politicians looking for revenge. At this point the family had lost all faith in Government and could not trust even friends so they pooled their resources and set up a sort of family commune in a Y shaped valley that they had left from a non timber related land deal. This valley didn't even have a road going in to it, so the family built one with picks and shovels that lead to the intersection of the valleys. It was not uncommon to be shot at if you happened to go down this road and very few people ever tried including the local police. It is alleged that these people have been inbreeding for generations and still live up there with no modern amenities save for a few vehicles and some long guns. A local gun shop in the area used to get a visitor from the family every few months who would come in with a gun and demand to chamber the ammo in his gun before paying as he had bought the wrong gauge once and couldnt return it. The last time the were seen en mass was during a 1980's census and the census taker took a guess at 60-70 people as he could get no closer as the stench and sight was too bad. Some of the more normal ones have been said to have bought houses outside of the valley from the proceeds of drug dealing and working for the Mob in some fashion related to contraband. Not many roads up there, but a hell of a lot of trails. To this day no one even speaks the name Cutterman in that area. Their afraid they might insult a family member. . Road Trip? Yeah road trip. |
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Originally Posted By Ssh40:
Originally Posted By aimforthemedic:
When I was around 11 we used to go my great granparents house in Taswell, TN. I knew my great grandmother before she died, never met my great grandfather...just saw pictures. They lived on a massive property up in the mountains that had a creek running through it. My "uncle" had a trailer he lived on near the front of the property and that's where family stayed when we came up to visit. The house was built forever and a half ago, had no electricity or running water. There was a manual water pump thing and buckets outside and a wood burning stove if you got cold. They used candles for light. (Not kidding) Everytime I would visit you could see my great grandfathers "ghost" on the porch in his rocking chair outside, just rocking. My great grandmother when she was alive would sit in the other chair and talk to him. If you approached the house my great grandfathers "ghost" would calmly stand up and go inside. Search the house and there is no one in there. If we asked my great grandmother about it she would just smile and talk about when they were young. When she passed my mom went up there to visit and said that now they both rock out on the porch. She said if you walk up there they get up and go inside still. When we visited my dad always dared me to spend a night in the house....never even tried. Now that I'm older I would kill to spend a night there. 3 (maybe 4) years ago my uncle demolished the house and started building a new house on the spot. He's crazy so I don't trust much he says but apparently it's noticeably cooler (10 degree difference) on the spot where the house was. I haven't been back since I was 11 but to this day I remember everything I saw vividly. whats a real ghost look like? did they appear like normal people? or were they transparent? and were they fully clothed? why would a ghost need clothing? seems like everybody always sees a ghost wearing old vintage style clothing? if wearing clothing would they be seen wearing the same exact outfit everytime they were seen? if your lucky its a good looking young lady standing naked and soaking wet staring at you..as a member here figured out chloroform doesnt work on ghosts..but fapping does |
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