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Ghostly Encounters Sept 10, 2011 10:40:28 GMT -5

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Post by Rosetta on Sept 10, 2011 10:40:28 GMT -5

This came up in the c-box, South telling us about her ghostly encounter. I, for one, believe in ghosts, and believe my house is haunted.

My house is 60 years old, but isn't the original house on the land, which used to be a potato farm. Either way, creepy things happen. I sleep upstairs in what used to be the attic. My dog sleeps on my bed a lot, but always wakes up in the middle of night, barking at random spots in my room. My radio does weird things. Even unplugged, it once made a high-pitched sound and turns on at random times. My air conditioner is the worst. I may find it turned on after I turned it off, or on a different setting or temperature. I may turn my back for a second and this will occur.

My neighbors are terrified too. Once, three girls on my block offered to take care of the house while my family was away in California. They never expected what happened. On the first day, they came into to find the television on. Figuring we'd just left it on accident, they turned it off and left. The next time, my radio was on, loud as can be. Again, they didn't think much of it and turned it off. The third time was what creeped them out. They came into the house to find half the lights on, my radio and the television on. They turned them all off and left at once, telling us all about it when we got back. My parents are skeptical about ghosts, but even they admit something funky went on.

The scariest thing to ever happen to me was when I was in my room, lying on my bed at night. Suddenly, a pair of socks right in the middle of my dresser, in no danger of falling off at all, were lifted up, flipped over and fell off my dresser. The air conditioner wasn't on and both the windows and door was closed. I was petrified. Sometimes, when I'm home alone, I hear footsteps upstairs and if I go upstairs to investigate, I feel too nervous, like someone is watching me, that I go back downstairs.

Not fun, at all, extremely creepy, but I get by.

Another story: The Dora Head story.
So, it was my cousin's birthday party and she had a Dora pinata. Well, after the pinata, a couple of us teens took the Dora head and went into the basement. There, we played a game in which you use a coin to ask a ghost questions. It was all dark and although it was summer, as the game went on, it kept getting colder and colder. The Dora head was on top of the television and we faced it away from us. All of a sudden, one of the girls screamed. The Dora Head was facing us. We ran right upstairs.

Gosh darn possessed Dora...

Yet another story:
This doesn't have to do with me, but my cousin. One night, he woke up to find his dead mother standing over him. She was motioning for him to follow her. He finally got up and did and went downstairs to find the dryer on fire. He looked around to thank his mother for warning him, but she was gone.

And another:
We were in Montauk on the beach. The flags were yellow, meaning the water was rough, so there weren't a lot of people there. My sister went swimming by herself. After a while, I saw her head bobbing just over the waves and I heard her screaming. I ran to tell my aunt and uncle, who were with us, what was going on. They didn't believe me because they didn't hear her screaming. All of a sudden, two girls appeared and told my aunt and uncle my sister was drowning and they ran for the lifeguard. My sister was saved because of those two girls. I was never able to find them to thank them afterwards. They'd disappeared.

So, here is where you can talk about your own ghostly encounters. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not use this thread to discuss religious beliefs or bash ghosts. Thanks!

Last Edit: Sept 10, 2011 17:04:11 GMT -5 by Rosetta

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 10, 2011 11:33:30 GMT -5

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Post by ali on Sept 10, 2011 11:33:30 GMT -5

Ali has encountered Ghosts a couple of times during her life and here are those stories-

Haunted Lower School

In the little village where I live, which will be called Torchwood for this story, there is a little lower school. It is called Torchwood Lower school and it is a Christian school- mainly because it's oppisote a church. Of course, the church was there long before the school, but thats beside the point. I was never scared of the church, I'd walked through the church yard on my own before and saw nothing scary about it.

So one day, when I was inside- alone while all the teachers stood outside watching the kids (its a small school- like 40 students) play in the play ground. I was putting my lunch box back when I heard someone walking through the corridor, of course I assumed it was one of the teachers coming to check that I was coming outside. Yet, when I called out to say I'm coming, no one replied. As I said, its a small school and there are only 3 classrooms and a lunch hall. I could still hear the foot steps. They sounded weird, like they were walking on hard wooden floor rather than linom. I went into the corridor, looked into the 2 classrooms- both where empty. I peered into the office, that was empty too. I got really creeped so ran out through the lunch hall, which was empty too. But wait theres more. Sometimes I'd be in the bathroom alone during class and a random toilet would flush on its own. I'd have the strange sense that someone was watching me, even though I was alone... this was my first encounter of supernatural happenings.

The broken clock that chimed

My grandmother lived with me in my house all my life, she bought many things. One of which was a grandmother clock (one that sits on the table). It broke one time and we took it to a guy who works in the clock trade- he told us it would never work or chime again. Sadly in 2007 she passed away. We had kept the clock in her room for several months, until my mother though it'd look best in the front below the mirror. We moved it onto the small table- and as we turned away...we heard it chime. 12 times. This was no the only time the clock did this after we'd moved it. Sometimes it'll start ticking even though we didn't wind it up. Sometimes it'll randomly chime in the middle of the night. I reckon its my grans ghost telling us to put it back where we found it.

Hangmans house

So in my village of Torchwood, I do a paper round. And lucky me, one of the houses I do on my round is a very special house. In 1920, a lovely lady - lets call her Jill- lived there. Before living in the little cottage, she lived in the near by village of Godrics Hollow (not its real name but hey). THere she had a husband who mysteriously died one day. So she moved to Torchwood where she married another man and had a baby. One day, the husband and baby died. When the police came over to check her house- they found that the pigs where sick..WITH ARSENIC POISIONING. Jill had killed her husbands and baby, so was arrested and Hung publicly for her crime. Now its a little cottage and a Proffesser lives there. I always feel like Im being watched when I go here, and it doesn't help that it is reportedly haunted. (yaayy).

Lights on and off

I didn't actually expereince this, but my Dad did. It involves the spirit of my dead nan. Such a trouble maker she is

. Anyway, he was at my aunts house and they were talking in her dining room. They began talking bout my gran and the lights started flickering on and off. They continued their converstaitiong thinking it'd stop but it continued. On and off the lights went. So my Dad jockingly went "Oh Granny [(INSERT GRANNY NAME HERE) Stop flickering the lights" and the lights suddenly stopped flickering. It happened again, some time later but I yet to experience my granny flickering with the lights.

and on a lighter note

My dads friend- lets call him Paul- had a wife who sadly died of Cancer. It was very sad, and my Dad knew her so was also very sad. One night he had a dream that his friends were skydiving (which they'd actually done like a week before the dream, to raise money for Cancer research) and he was watching them. When suddenly Pauls wife came to him. He was the only one who could see her in the dream, and he was crying. He asked her what she was doing here, and she just hugged him and told him it'd be ok and that she was safe. After this dream occured, my dad told paul. To his surprise Paul was shocked. Paul told my dad he'd been praying for her to let him know if she was ok.........and she'd answered him :3 <3

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 10, 2011 12:31:34 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2011 12:31:34 GMT -5

All right, South's going to tell you all her freaky story.

As many of you know, I'm a student at Ohio University in Athens, Ohio. What you might not know is that a couple of miles off campus there's an old insane asylum that's now referred to as the Ridges which the University purchased some years ago and is in the process of refurbishing for its own use. I know that the main building of the asylum is now an art museum (that I have to go take a tour of next week. Kill me now), and that some of the old groundskeeper's cottages and stuff are used for office space, but a large portion of the asylum, and the tuberculosis hospital that was built back in the day to quarantine ill patients, remains abandoned. tl;dr, it's shucking creepy, even in the middle of the day.

So I decided to be an idiot last night. This really cute guy that I like a lot, a journalism major named AJ, and his douchebag roommate who I will not name because he's, well, too much of a douchebag to merit mention, decided that they had a marvelous idea.

"Oh, South," they said (although they said my name and not South, obvs), "It's like midnight. Let's go up to the Ridges and poke around. That is, if you're not too scared."

Well, what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to look like a wimp, but I was admittedly scared out of my mind. So, after making AJ promise to hold my hand if I got freaked out (score!), the three of us set off across campus and over the bridge to the area across the Hocking river where the asylum is. I was creeped out from the second we set foot on the grounds; even though the lights in some of the office buildings were on it was still incredibly dark, and everything was eerily quiet. AJ's roommate found both the situation and my blatant terror to be highly amusing, and suggested that we head up to the main building to take a closer look. We were sure that no one else was on the grounds, but on our way up to the main doors, we ran into Staci, a middle-aged woman who said she was an amateur ghost hunter, and her kids, Brody and Ramon, who were about middle-school age. Staci had one of those big fancy EVP detectors that scan for displaced energy, so we figured it would be a good idea to stick with her if we were to discover any ghosties. And boy, did we ever.

AJ doesn't believe in ghosts, or at least he didn't until last night. He came along on the trip because his roommate wanted someone to go with him and because I wasn't going to go anywhere near the place without him. He repeated that he didn't believe in ghosts frequently as Staci's group set out with ours up the hill to the tuberculosis ward, which is supposed to be really haunted. The closer we got to the TB wing, the more the EVP detector started acting up. The thing would spit out words occasionally, but it was mostly gibberish and nonsense that didn't mean anything to us. But as soon as the levels started spiking and AJ started into his whole shpiel about there probably being power lines nearby that were causing it, the thing very clearly said "Drew."

AJ is short for Andrew James. Andrew. AnDREW.

I very promptly freaked out, as did Staci and her kids, but AJ and his roommate just laughed it off, saying that no one had ever called AJ 'Drew' in his life and it didn't mean anything. So then the thing spikes again, and spits out another string of words. "Spell. Magic. Lion."

AJ loves Harry Potter. He's a Gryffindor in Pottermore.

He raised an eyebrow at that, and let me grab onto his hand because I was wigging out by this point, and the six of us continued up the hill to the TB wing. The place had been abandoned since the early 1900's, and it was incredibly foreboding, all dark windows and crumbling brick and boarded up doors. Staci showed us where they had boarded up a hatch in the wall, where they would slide the bodies of deceased patients into the trucks that would take them to the cemetery (more on how creepy the cemetery is later), and as soon as we set foot on the porch the EVP detector went absolutely nuts, levels shooting through the roof and all kinds of interference coming through on the speakers until another very concise stream of words came out again. "Ill. Doctor. Gone."

We were standing outside a freaking tuberculosis hospital. Even AJ didn't call it a coincidence, and his previously macho roommate went more than a little pale. We walked around the porch for a bit and watched the levels fluctuate,but the detector didn't speak again. Ramon and Brody were getting really creeped out by the place, so they asked after a few minutes if we could head back down the hill. Staci agreed, and the three of us headed back to the path. We went to the main building of the asylum after that, and the EVP detector went crazy again, this time saying "Electric. Hurt." Um, hello? Electroshock therapy? A bunch of people at the Ridges died from it. AJ was getting steadily more and more weirded out by the whole thing, and his roommate was no longer all macho and cavalier about coming to the asylum. I just wanted to go home. I voiced this, but the boys weren't finished yet, and there was no way in hell that I was walking back alone.

So then Staci pointed up to a window on the front of the building and started telling us this story about the stain room, where apparently a patient had died and been left alone for weeks, and when the body was finally collected, it left a stain on the floor that couldn't be removed and remains there to this day. The whole story gave me the heebie jeebies, and it didn't help when AJ's roommate elbowed him in the side and started into a story of his own. "Yeah, man, you know how they say the dorm next to ours is haunted? Apparently some chick in there touched the stain and then went crazy and killed herself."

We went to the cemetery after that, and it was really creepy. There are no names on the gravestones, just patient numbers. I got a really bad case of the chills and Staci said that she felt something glide past her, but other than the levels spiking a bit, the EVP detector didn't do much. Still, we all felt like we were being watched, and it was really scary and uncomfortable.

At this point, we all decided it was a good idea to get the hell out of there. So we headed up another hill to what's now the OU Child Development Center, but it used to be a dairy barn for the asylum. And of course, the thing spits out "Barn." A few minutes later, it said "Ben,"

[/i] But that didn't mean anything to any of us, so we just kept walking around. After a while, I was starting to get really weirded out, and the scariest thing all night happened when Staci asked me to hold the EVP detector while she went down the hill to look at something. THE GHOSTS KNOW WHERE I LIVE. Like, down to the exact location of my house. I was sanding there, still clinging to AJ like a frightened two year old and mumbling about how I'd had enough of this bullshit, when the thing went haywire and started talking again. "Washington. Church. Gasoline. Believe."

I live in Washington, West Virginia. Up the hill from a church. Right next to a gas station.

I sure as hell believe.

I was so scared by this point that I was crying, and AJ's roommate was really freaked out as well when I told him what happened. There was talk among us about maybe calling it a night and going home. But Staci said she wanted to get a good look at the dairy barn, so we picked up the EVP detector and headed over. It took a minute to notice the plaque on the wall of the barn. 'In memory of Benjamin Carpenter.' Ben. Apparently he was a little boy who went to OUCDC and died when he was three years old. We all stared blankly at the plaque for a few minutes, until the EVP detector started going nuts again, and in the creepiest voice ever, said "Come play."

AJ, his roommate, and I were outta there.

We freaking sprinted down the hill and back to campus, leaving Staci and her kids behind, too freaked out to care. I didn't want to go home alone even though the streets of Athens were full to the brim on a Friday night with drunk college kids, so AJ walked me back to my dorm, when we realized that I didn't have my key, as I'd given it to one of my friends who had wussed out on the adventure earlier (I think we wanted her to go give food to my roommate? I don't really remember). But the weird thing was, the door was unlocked, which never happens, since you have to swipe your student ID to unlock the doors, and when I shut the door behind me, I heard the lock click just like it was supposed to.

Guess the ghosties felt bad for making me pee myself in fear.

On the plus side, I got to hold hands with a cute journalism major alllllll night.

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 14, 2011 10:16:08 GMT -5

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Post by AphroditeBeauttii on Sept 14, 2011 10:16:08 GMT -5

I have one- yes. I have a ghostly experience that has stayed with me for quite some time.
Well, when I was younger, I went to a Catholic school- doesn't have anything to do with it but the stained glass windows in my memory make it more atmospheric. One day, when I was about... 6 or 7... maybe a little older but I can't remember my exact age, I went to the bathroom and y'know, when I got done I came out of the cubicle and there was a girl, who looked about my height stood at the sink. But, she wasn't wearing our definitive blue uniform. I distinctly remember her wearing a Victorian style smock dress and her hair was in these pretty ringlets. But I didn't think much of it at the time, I just assumed she was another little girl visiting or something. But now I think about it. The more it creeps me out. When I got back to the classroom, I told my teacher about this slightly odd looking girl in the bathroom and she was a bit concerned, therefore she checked to see if the school had any visitors- which they did not. And people went to look for this little girl. Whom they couldn't find. Thinking back on it, it is one of the strangest things because I was so clueless at the time it didn't even hit me what she could have been, it was only thinking about it afterwards. I know it sounds stupid but it's not and it happened and it creeps me out now!

And then, I do get the odd feeling that I'm being watched in my home and sometimes even when I'm out- it's not a bad feeling, just an un-nerving one, like I really wish I knew what it was.

But haha- my friend has an ongoing problem- she keeps waking up and seeing someone or something standing in a different position in her room, she blinks and it's still there- this can last from about 10 seconds to 30 seconds, so not too long but yeah, on a regular basis. It's so bad her Mum won't go into her room.

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 18, 2011 10:21:24 GMT -5

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Post by Arrow on Sept 18, 2011 10:21:24 GMT -5

Ghost stories. Hell, i've had a lot. But this one is the one that still scares me to this day.

My family used to own a farm that ran in the family. About three generations on my Mom's side had cared for it. There was an old farmhouse, two stories, that was really, really creepy. I never, ever wanted to be in there alone. Then there was a large barn that I also never wanted to be in alone. There was a house behind the farmhouse that they rented out to some people, who were very creepy.

So, the first time i ever noticed something was when I was five years old, I was inside the farmhouse alone, getting some lemonade from the fridge in the kitchen. Everyone else was outside playing or watching badminton. As i was pouring the lemonade out of the pitcher, I heard heavy footsteps above me. With a terrified squeak, I spilled over my lemonade and darted out of the house. I ran and got my Mom, who I then brought her back to tell her somebody was in the house. I never saw anyone, but the lemonade was all cleaned up when I got there.

About a year later, one of the dogs on the farm, a furry black Newfoundland named Bear had gone missing. I went to look for him in the barn. I pulled open the back door to the barn rafter (the barn was built in a hill of sorts) and crawled in to find Bear. I found him curled up in the corner. He was really old, and we thought he was trying to hide from the heat. Then he started barking like crazy at something behind me, then the door slammed shut. It was almost black in there except for a few holes in the rafter, and I screamed, because I could see the outline of a person. I knew where the ladder was, so I ran over and got out of the rafter. I stood there once I got down, looking up, and then heard Bear whining, and decided to back away. Then, a large haybale landed right where I had been standing before. Screaming, I climbed out a broken window, knowing that the front door to the barn was locked.

Then, that Thanksgiving, my cousins and I went down to the pond at the farm. I walked out into the mud, and got stuck. They tried to get me out, but couldn't, so they ran back to the house to get help. I started crying, because I was really cold and scared, then I heard somebody laughing at me. I did get out of the mud, but I never went back to the pond.

After I was cleaned up, my Mom brought me upstairs. There was a room where all the kids would go to play when they got bored, because we weren't really allowed to run round. Expecting to go in there, instead I was lead to the room at the end of the hall. It was my great grandmother's room. They looked around and then left. I stayed for a little but longer. Then, I heard scratching on the closet and felt like I was being watched. Freaked out, I ran back to the kid's play room, because I heard one of the toys go off, but saw no one. Shortly after that, we had to sell the farm. Now, people never stay there long. I'm not surprised.

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 18, 2011 11:48:42 GMT -5

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Post by semper on Sept 18, 2011 11:48:42 GMT -5

I don't have any personal ghost stories to tell of, but my Papaw says that somewhere on his mother's side of the family, there's a guy named Tom Dula (though it's pronounced "Dooley" here) and it's said that he haunts his jail cell in the Old Wilkes Jail in Wilkesboro, NC. I don't know if it's true, but I'd really like to go and see for myself so I'd be able to say, "Yeah, one of my ancestors haunts this place. :D " xD

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Ghostly Encounters Sept 19, 2011 16:54:27 GMT -5

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Post by Meeka on Sept 19, 2011 16:54:27 GMT -5

All of your ghost stories are actually really creepy. Especially South's. It gave me chills.
So let me start by saying that I'm not superstitious. At all.
~~Well, yeah, except for the fact that you can't go past a mirror when it's dark out~~ ... and that.

When I lived in America, we had this really pretty looking townhouse in Manhattan. It was a pretty stunning looking house. I mean, it was an actual house in New York City in Manhattan and located on the Upper East Side. We were really lucky. Oh look, here it is! There's actually a story attached to that picture, which by the way, is a picture of our house. The window facing the street on the second floor, that used to be my room! Good times... I'd also like to point out that we incidently moved into Yorkville, the proclaimed German district and we had no idea until we were moved in!

So we had been living there for two months tops and my mother had this art exhibiton in our living and dining room on the ground floor. This one woman came in and said that she was a journalist. She was not interested in the paintings but said that she had always wanted to see the inside of the house and before then, it had been empty for years. She said that she had heard that the house was a haunted house. We did not really want a dodgy woman looking through our rooms for signs of poltergeists or who knows what. But we did answer some of her "interview" questions. She asked if we had seen anything suspious, any creepy noises, electrical appliances going on or off, you know, all that jazz. We said no, of course and we really hadn't.

It took half a year for me to start hearing stuff. My parents were on some business or something trip to New Orleans. I was staying home alone, fourteen at the time, with my best friend whom I had ~~pleaded with~~ bribed to stay with me for the weekend. We were sleeping in my parents bedroom because it has a water bed and water beds are fun. We were watching some show, probably Animal Planet or something (must have been Shark Week) and I heard noises.

"Mira, listen!" I told her that I had heard what sounded like someone walking up and down the stairs. It definitely sounded like they were coming from inside the house.

My friend, infinitely braver than me and ever the tomboy laughed at me. So we just turned up the tv some more.

"Do you hear that?" There is was again. Like angry footsteps and not soft either, so it couldn't have been a mouse.

Then we heard it again. There were definitely footsteps coming from inside the house and this time they were coming from my brothers room above. I freaked out and she freaked a little too because she heard them. We were too scared to investigate alone so we both went out onto the first floor landing and again we heard someone walking on the stairs, seemingly coming down right towards us. We bolted back into the room, slammed the door closed and vowed never to leave it again, not even for the bathroom.

We were too afraid to turn the tv back off and we fell asleep with it running. To top it off, every single room in this house had a mirror, permanently fixed over a huge, old fashioned fireplace. So that was creepy. And yeah, no way I could make those mirrors disappear.
In the rest of the one and a half years in which I lived in this house, I would often hear footsteps and for some reason, always walking up and down the stairs. I mean, I know that the original owner had died in the house and the children from Henderson Place, the huge apartment building next door swore that the house was bewitched and haunted. That just about made my day.

I was unable to fall asleep sometimes because I would see a face in the upper corners of my room when I opened my eyes. I think I might have imagined that though because I was always easily scared by stories that other children told me. I can't say what it was that night, except that I was terrified. I would come crying to my parents room saying that I couldn't sleep and they got really angry at me. So yeah, fun times. Funnily enough, I haven't had as many nightmares ever since and I've also found falling asleep much easier. So maybe I didn't imagine it. Who knows?