Holy crap!
That'd be enough to freak me out.
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| Author: | Darren O. Godfrey [ Sat Aug 06, 2011 1:37 pm ] |
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If anyone's out there (b'sides the crickets) then please...tell me your ghost stories. |
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| Author: | Nanci [ Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:35 pm ] |
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The morning after my grandfather passed away, he came to see me (this was before I knew he had passed). He told me not to worry, that everything would be OK. When I was 15 some friends and I were playing with a Ouija board in the basement (finished - no breeze), the planchette started to move and we all got a little freaked out - then the candles went out by themselves. We never did that again! |
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| Author: | Darren O. Godfrey [ Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:44 am ] |
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| Author: | Nanci [ Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:51 pm ] |
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I was very sad but not surprised he "visited" me - we were very close. When I was little I could always find things that were lost and weird stuff always happened to me. As I've gotten older, not so much; but when I was younger, I took all that for granted thinking it was normal. The strangest thing that has stayed with me is the deja vu I seem to get a lot. |
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| Author: | TMLCrow [ Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:17 pm ] |
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I've got some stories, maybe not great, but I think they're somewhat interesting. In high school, I was in our main theatre acting group and, during my senior year, we did an adaptation of A Christmas Carol. The theatre itself was less than two years old at that point and had been built with an orchestra pit that was in front of the stage. We'd built a small casket for a scene that had Scrooge watching Tim's funeral, and during the scene the casket would be lowered into the orchestra pit. From the first rehearsal on, you could occasionally hear a woman crying, but only when there were only one or two people in the main theatre at the time. I did hear the crying myself once. Another student, who was on one side of the stage, claims to have seen a woman run from the back area behind the stage towards a door and go through the door. He went to the other side of the stage to find that door closed and locked. Take that for what you will. We did do some research and there were more than a few Native American tribes that lived in the area a couple of hundred years ago, and there are unknown burial sites around, so our best guess was a young woman who'd lost a child may have been reacting to the prop casket. There was one time at home that, while I was alone and sitting on the couch watching tv, I had a dog sniff in my ear. We had no pets. I jumped up and the only way I could descibe the feeling is this. Do you know when you're alone in a room, reading maybe, and someone walks in, does something, then walks out, and all the while you don't look up from your book because you know someone was there by the way the atmosphere or air pressure or something changed and you sensed it and acknowledged it? It was like that. The air in the room felt different and I had a sense of someone standing in the hallway maybe six feet from me or so. The sense was so acute that I could pretty much tell his height and build. I told my family and pretty much described my stepdad's father, whom I had never met. Finally, there was once when a close friend of my stepdad's, who was active in American Legion with him, died. I smelled something rotten, like bad meat, and I kind of knew what it was. Almost immediately I smelled a sweet smoky odor, like a pipe (though no one in the house smoked). I found out a bit later that my stepdad's father smoked a pipe, so I wondered if my stepdad's friend had come to say goodbye or something, and then his father led him away. That I don't know. But I did smell both things within a couple of seconds of each other. Sorry for being long-winded, but those are my most interesting stories. Thad |
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| Author: | Darren O. Godfrey [ Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:46 am ] |
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Thanks Nanci and Thad. Facinating stuff, particularly the crying in the high school theater. When I was about ten years old, my brother eight, our mother took us to visit my aunt and cousins, out in the boonies of southeast Idaho (near Lava Hot Springs). Three of us (my brother, our youngest cousin, and myself) walked from the farm down to the creek (half a mile away) where we would catch water snakes, marvel over them for a bit, then let them go. There was a little wooden foot bridge under which the snakes would sometimes congregate, and that's where we were, hunched over and searching, when a voice (old and quavery) said, "Nice watercress today, isn't it, boys?" We stood and took in the newcomer: a man of about seventy, dressed in coveralls and holding handfuls of dripping watercress. He, too, was dripping. Soaked from head to toe. My cousin giggled, amused at the word "boys" because she was a girl...but very much a tomboy type. We all took a step back (the man stood on the other side of the bridge from us). I looked down as I did so (as I believe the other kids did), and when I looked up, he was gone. There was a path leading up to where he'd been, but he was nowhere on it. There was also a fair amount of sage brush in the area, none of which was tall enough or thick enough for a grown man to hide behind. The loose soil where he'd stood was bone dry. We spent about ten minutes looking for the old man, then headed back to the farm house. I honestly don't remember if we told anyone about it, but I do believe I asked my aunt if she'd ever heard of anyone drowning in the area, perhaps while picking watercress...? She didn't know. I think. That would've been about 1970, and while I can't remember all the details just before or just after the incident, I can still see (in my mind's eye) that old, wet, dripping man just as clear as day. |
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| Author: | ttzuma [ Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:06 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Tell Me |
All of those tales are spooky. I have two, and I've told these before. One day my family and I were inside watching t.v. when we heard this huge thump against the side of the house. It was really loud. We all went outside and couldn't see anything at all that could have caused it. I remember my dad noting the time in case we heard something about it later on, it was 4:15 in the afternoon. That evening we got a call that my aunt had died, at 4:15 in the afternoon. The other story story was when my Grandmother died. She was in a nursing home and there were a few of us there visiting her. She was very ill and lying down most of the time. Then all of the sudden she got up, pointed at the window, and asked who that beautiful woman was smiling at her. We all looked and of course saw no one. She laid back down on the pillow and died. I do have another one that I can't remember if I told it before, and this occurrence scared the crap out of me. I went to visit my buddy Tim and when I arrived at his house his mother walked out with him. The minute I saw his mother I got this overwhelming feeling of death. I looked at Tim and said you're mother is going to die. He looked at me funny but I can't remember him saying much to me about it other than asking me what I meant and me telling him it was just a feeling. I do remember him shrugging it off but the image of her face stayed with me not only that night, but to this day. It was a week later when his mother died, and Tim never told us any of the details other than his mother fell, got hurt, and died at the hospital. It was about a week after the funeral when I had the dream. In it, Tim's mother was standing in front of me, very pale, very old looking, and wearing a robe. Her whole appearance was what you might think a ghost would look like. She came towards me and said I want to tell you something and I want you to tell Tim. I remember shaking my head no, but then she came even closer and held up her left arm. There was blood dripping down from her wrist, lots of blood, it was everywhere, and I remember a huge fleshy, bloody gash. I was so scared I woke up and never finished the dream to hear what she had to tell me. After a few months had gone by, my buddy Bob and I went out to a club with Tim. I had not told Tim of my dream but after a few drinks I decided to. When I explained what I saw he asked me which wrist she held up. I told him that I remembered it was the left wrist. That's when he told us what really happened to his mother. He said that she had gone to the doctor earlier that day and learned that she had terminal cancer. Not wanting to be a burden to Tim (they lived together) and the rest of their family she sliced open her wrist in the bathroom to kill herself. Tim was a teacher then at one of the high schools and had been trying to get a hold of her and she wouldn't answer the phone. He said he had a bad feeling so he left the school and headed home early. When he came home he found his mother in the bathroom, on the floor, and blood everywhere. He said he smelled it when he walked in. He called an ambulance and they brought her to the hospital but she died. Then he told me that she had only slashed one wrist, her left one. Then, he got very perturbed at me for not waiting to wake up until she had passed along her message. I tried to explain to him that I was scared shitless and though he understood, he was still a bit peeved. |
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| Author: | TMLCrow [ Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:56 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Tell Me |
I've never had much of anything like that, Tony. I've always just had bits of things happening, enough to make you think it's paranormal, but not enough to erase every doubt. I believe in the paranormal whole-heartedly, but I need to see something, especially since a lot of the stuff that's happened to me I can still come up with a logical explanation for. Believing isn't enough anymore. Pretty interesting thread, Darren. Thanks. |
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| Author: | ttzuma [ Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:10 pm ] |
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I hear you Thad, and really the same goes for my experiences really, you could dismiss all of them fairly easily. I did have one other occurrence that I've spoken about and this one involved a dream also. I was having this dream about a plane taking off a runway, it would get up in the air and then just flip over until it was upside down and then came crashing down. It was a big jet. I remember being behind a chain link fence watching it all and remembering the crash and the wreckage and the bodies and the blood. I had this dream for it seemed like every night for a long period of time. And it was always the same. Then one day an American airlines jet flying out of O"hare flipped over and crashed. Honest to God, my dreams stopped after that day. Now I didn't know if my dreams and the actual jet crash were related, but two things happened. A couple of weeks after the crash I read an article in the newspaper about it. It said that people were calling American airlines for weeks before the crash saying that they dreamed one of their jets was going to crash. No one at American took them seriously and really, can you blame them? The second thing was that years later I had to go to a problem solving institute (I think it was in Texas) and one of the problems they used as example for us to solve was the American Airlines jet crash. I learned exactly what happened to that jet and why the engine fell off. Talk about irony. |
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| Author: | Darren O. Godfrey [ Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:48 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Tell Me |
| Author: | TMLCrow [ Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:50 pm ] |
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Holy crap! That'd be enough to freak me out.
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| Author: | Darren O. Godfrey [ Sun Sep 04, 2011 11:44 am ] |
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