Tell me a true "ghost" story. Something weird or spooky that

[theophilus]

happened to you or someone you know to be truthful. Just curious. Nothing really paranormal has happened to me. Rats! Get ready, get set..............Boo!

[Droopy]

1. I was taking a nap in my parents' basement

with the TV turned on. I think I was hungover. Anyway, I fell asleep when it was daylight. I awoke when it was dark and the TV for some reason was tuned to a channel of white noise. I vividly saw the silhouette of a small child standing between me and the TV. I thought it might be my little second cousin and I called out his name. He was about 4 or 5 at the time. The figure didn't answer me and as I reached out for it the figure slowly faded into nothingness.

There was a small child who had lived and died in the house before we moved into it.

[theophilus]

3. That IS spooky. Thanks for sharing. Maybe there is something

to the white noise thing.

[JohnKleeb]

8. Wow that is eerie

Well here's my story and it's not nearly as good because I forget the details. Me, my brother, and a mutual friend of ours were walking around town one night near where I at the time went to high school. Now for some reason the genius who bulit the high school built it right across the street from my town's oldest cemetery so it's dark I believe its springtime also. We're on the sidewalk and I swear I spotted something in the graveyard that looked like it could be a ghost or someone that guards the passage between the two worlds so to say. Never seen anything like it or since. Oddly enough I spent some time this winter in an old house in Harpers Ferry that was built in the 1800's and didn't see anything. Haven't seen anything at all spooky at where my dad's parents used to live but I havent been back there since my grandmother died.

[Droopy]

9. You never know, man

There's a lot of unexplained stuff out there.

[JohnKleeb]

14. certainly

Ive heard reports of people being in between the two worlds so to speak.

[theophilus]

10. Graveyards are definitely "interesting" and especially at night.

Thanks for sharing. :hi:

[JohnKleeb]

12. Yeah but Ive done a little viewing on ghosts and such

Graveyards aren't supposed ot be haunted at all because it is said ghosts haunt someplace that was important to their life. Thus why Gettysburg is such a huge haunting ground. Your welcome ghosts interest the hell out of me. I wish I had seen something in that house but I didnt. The only thing that really scared me was how much the old lady who lived there had looked like Rudy Giuliani and yes I was a little drunk when I noticed that.

[theophilus]

20. ..

:rofl:

Ol' Rudy!

:rofl:

He IS one scary looking dude. Those teeth haunt MY nightmares! If he did a Cheshire Cat routine we'd all need new underpants!

:rofl:

[JohnKleeb]

21. It was her teeth and face

I actulaly noticed it sober and I pointed out to my friend dude that lady looks like Giuliani and we laughed at it as we got drunk.

[Zookeeper]

24. I love graveyards...

especially at night. :)

[Floogeldy]

2. My story is way too personal.

Sorry.

[theophilus]

4. Well, I can appreciate that. But if you change your mind........

We'll listen quietly and respectfully.

[Floogeldy]

6. That's what I like about ya.

:)

[Zookeeper]

5. I can't think of anything...

I even took psychic development classes and I still haven't seen a ghost.

However, the world is plenty weird, even without paranormal phenomenon.

[theophilus]

7. You got that right! n/t

[Kire]

11. Here's an old thread full of them

Some pretty good ones, too.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=1806029

[theophilus]

13. Hey, great! Thanks for the info. Anyone on that thread is

"exempt". If anyone missed that opportunity, feel free to post your story here and now!

[Whoa_Nelly]

27. Wow! Went there and my OLD DU name was there. When I clicked on it...

it took me to my post, but showed author as my current DU name!

(was Angel_O_Peace)

Now that spooky! :scared:

[YellowRubberDuckie]

15. Weird stuff...

We always heard about Honicker House out in rural Kingfisher in Oklahoma. So we went to find it. It was right on the way to a friend's house where we were spending the night. We pulled up the long drive. There was a circle that turned toward the house and the lights shone in to the windows of the house. WE turned, the lights shone, and it looked like there was a body hanging in the stairwell. The guy who had lived there had hung himself after a stand off with police or something. Anyway, the next morning we're driving in for some band thing, and we go back to the house....just curious about what it looks like in the day time. Well, scary as hell: there was no house. It had been torn down a few years before we found out later. Even the foundation was gone and there was grass growing where it had been.
Duckie

[JohnKleeb]

17. That is scary shit dude

:scared:

[OhioBlue]

16. the house I grew up in..

we had a little black and white TV in our bedroom, I was downstairs, came up to the bedroom (no body else had been upstairs since I came down) and the TV was on, I was sure I had turned it off b/c we would get in trouble for leaving it on - so I turned it off. A few hours later I came back upstairs (again nobody else had been upstairs) the TV was on again - this time I was sure I had turned it off

Also, once I was in my bed and across the room in the doorway, I saw a figure floating - it looked like a lady (translucent) in a nightgown. I shut my eyes, looked again, she was still there, shut my eyes again and looked and she was gone.

My Uncle once slept in my bed (he was visiting from TX and I was at my mother's house for the weekend) He told me he woke up to find himself floating just a few inches from the ceiling. (to this day I think the spirit was looking over me and trying to scare my Uncle b/c she didn't like a stranger to her sleeping in my bed)

I also used to play the flute and my sister saw it float from my desk to my dresser.

[Kire]

18. The doorknob of my apartment just made a noise.

I'm scared.

[theophilus]

19. Uh, oh. Might be a

hob-NOB-lin. :evilgrin:

[u4ic]

29. Looking for these...

:9

[Nikia]

22. The groom figurine "jumped" off the cake at my mom's wedding

To her second husband. No one touched it. It did not slide or fall. It took a projectile path, first traveling up.

[A HERETIC I AM]

23. OK...here's mine.

Many of you folks might remember me mentioning my Boston Terrier, Mr. BB (here's a pic of him, I had to put him down in September of '04)

Probably one of the smartest, most gregarious and even tempered dogs i have ever met. DEFINITELY NOT NUTTY!

Anyway, for a time in the mid 90's i lived in a small house in Dearborn, MI. One of those classic little houses that had 2 bedrooms on the main floor, a small kitchen and a living room/dining room shaped like an "L". The hallway was very short, only 8 or ten feet or so from where it exited the living room to the point where the doors for the 2 bedrooms were on either side of a wall at the end. My Brother and his wife had lived with me for about a year and she had repeatedly mentioned to me that she felt a presence or smelled a christmas tree - in the middle of the summer ....things like that but i was always skeptical. One day i was in the house by myself with the dog and i was sitting watching TV. The entrance to the hall just off to my right such that i couldn't see more than about 2 feet down it. All of the sudden i hear Mr. BB making a very low growl. I look over and he is STARING down that short hall with just about EVERY SINGLE HAIR on his back straight up, not just his hackles. I called his name. Now let me tell you, this dog was very obedient. He always came when i called him or at least looked at me. He didn't budge, just kept staring down the hall.
I yelled BB! He looked at me for a quick second and looked right back down the hall and growled again. I got up, walked over to him, petted him and looked where he was looking and saw nothing. I walked down the hall and looked in each room and then out back to see if anyone was there. Nothing. I walked back to him and he is STILL staring down the hall.


He saw something. I won't speculate but i never saw him act like that before or since.
It took him every bit of a half an hour to calm down completely.

[LisaLynne]

25. STOP IT!!!!!!

I was about to go to bed, but now I'm scared!!!! :scared:

[AngryAmish]

26. Night before my mother died I heard the banshee

Really creepy.

[amitten]

28. What did that sound like? I'm asking because I think I heard

that once. But it wasn't before a death that I know of.

[AngryAmish]

37. A wailing old woman

A cry of utmost sorrow.

[Jamastiene]

30. Oh, this should be good.

Just try to top this, network television. Network television can't even come close to a good campfire ghost story telling ritual. I love this thread. I'll get my guitar ready and some marshmallows too. I just LOVE scary stories. :popcorn:

The truth truly is stranger than fiction. I love ghost stories. I have been to a few eerie places. Nothing could have prepared me for my trip to Town Creek Indian Mound. It was right after I started driving places alone for day trips for fun. I decided that because I love Town Creek so much, I'd like to go sometime by myself. I took my camera along to take a few pictures. Normally, there are a few people there, but not too many. Well, this day turned out to be so serene and so eerie. There was no one there. It was open for sure, because I carefully looked at the sign on the way in and I had already checked the web site for seasonal scheduled hours before I went.

I saw no other people on the way in and I no one was visiting at the time. It was me and the ancient spirits and nature that day. I took some pictures and walked along from hut to hut reading the history and other information about each hut and what it was used for. I took tons of pictures with my digital camera to be sure to get a couple of good shots. I walked along until I found myself at the temple. It was the sacred spot where the ancients spent their time. I decided that because no one else was around, I would sit in the temple for a while and sip my Dr Pepper just to relax. Lo and behold, I fell asleep. I woke up and it was probably an hour later. I have never felt so pure, so alive, and so serene as I did when I woke up.

That is not all I felt though. I felt "someone" sitting beside me. Before I fell asleep the whole place was still empty. It was peaceful, but empty. There were no sounds except nature and quiet. I had been really stressed out from life in general so I had decided to make this trip to unwind and appreciate the beauty of that place as a private experience. The presence I felt beside me when I woke up had a smell too. She/he smelled like my dead grandmother. I wasn't scared. I was too happy and relaxed and otherworldly at that moment. I sat there for probably 30 more minutes and the presence slowly faded. After I felt the presence leave, I left. On the way out, I saw no one. There was still no one around including the staff. It was like I had the place all to myself for that day.

Every other trip I have made there, there have been a few people and staff, but that day was all mine. I'll never forget it.

The pictures I took that day all had this eerie smoky look to them. I tried everything I could think of on my computer to get them clearer, but the more I worked with them the more persistent the "smoke people" in the pictures were. I finally reverted the pictures to their original smoky appearance and counted them as my ancient family portraits.

Recounting this event reminded me of something I noticed on a family trip to Town Creek when I was little. Because it is an archaeological dig site, they naturally have some reformed busts (heads formed by artists from skeletal remains) of the ancient indian faces and a few pictures of what they probably looked like. One picture and one bust they have there could be my twin. I have always been fascinated by her. If there ever is one of those events you see in the movies or read about in those cold war post civilization eras, y'all can find me setting up camp to live at Town Creek. That place is sacred to me.

[Random_Australian]

31. I, R_A, was once went looking, as part of a video project,

for this evil spirit known as the 'Blair Witch'.... O.K not really.
;) Don't believe in ghosts, never been scared of anything of the sort.

So nyah!

[lavenderdiva]

32. okay. now I cannot turn off the lights to go to sleep.

I am good and scared. :scared:

[mykpart]

33. This happened to a friend who absolutely DID NOT believe in ghosts.

He and his wife found an old Civil War cemetary that seemed deserted and in disrepair. The gate to the cemetary was unhinged, and they took it to put in their backyard. (It looked really neat!). Anyway, he swears that night he awoke to see a very angry Confederate soldier brandishing a saber and yelling something he couldn't understand. Anyway, he got out of bed right then, got the gate and returned it to the cemetery. He never saw the soldier again.

[NuttyFluffers]

34. hmm, i'll share. but it's a bit, uh... disturbing.

I lived in a house for 15 years in SF Bay Area, the one I lived in before my current residence. It was a cute home, next to the railroad tracks, so I'm used to sleeping near some really loud noise. A two-story house whose roof is quite distant from the other two-story houses nextdoor, as relatively expected. I'd probably say the distance between the neighbor to the left would be at least 15 or more feet, and the roof to the neighbor to the right, which was significantly more recessed on the lot, easily 40 or more feet. Y'know, front lawns and the like, basic suburb expanse.

The front door, which led straight into the large 30' long, 20' wide living room, with full 2 story high sloping ceiling, which was basically the chalet roof above (sloping towards the right-side neighbor). There was a medium-sized tree, quite pretty, delicate cone-shape, had maple-looking leaves, and the "fruit" were these spikey balls; this tree was around 15' high at the time. There's really no way to get to the roof climbing this tree; you'd have to be at the tip of this delicate, swaying cone and you'd still be a good 10+ feet away and 5+ feet short. The big palm tree in the back yard was more fat than tall, reaching around 10 feet in height, and was a good 15 feet away from the roof. The only really tall enough tree to reach the roof was a eucalyptus that was possibly 30 feet tall, but this was easily 60 feet away (long driveway).

Oh, but what does all these measurements have to do with the price of tea in China, you say? Well, maybe you can answer a question that has stumped our family for over a decade now. You see, one time, when my grandfather and older brother came to spend the night at my house, I had to sleep on the couch in the large living room. The couch was against the wall, which would be close to the center of the house, where the pointy part of the roof would be. It was around 10' from the back door, so 20' from the front, and 20' from the outer wall. It was directly below a balcony opening that opened directly into the master bedroom where my parents were sleeping. I was in a very sullen mood, common for teenagers, and was thinking very self-destructive, challenging thoughts.

I, in a fit of fury of my lot in life, made a direct challenge, screaming it in my head, to God. "I curse you, I hate you! Everything you have done for me, and the whole world, is nothing but evil! I want the end of my existence now! I will never serve you, so you might as well send anyone, even the devil himself, to come claim me! But I make a joke... you are powerless to do anything. I claim the devil himself to come claim me now, you coward!" And at that very moment a large 'thump' lands on the roof right above the front door. And then the 'thump' 'walks,' in footsteps that sound too dense and focused than a regular foot (I've heard people walking on the roof before during retiling the shake), crosses the roof in 5 large strides to directly above where I'm sleeping. And stops. Needless to say I'm beside myself in fear. A thousand unspoken apologies and half-remembered prayers are rattled off. And, once I feel that there's the slimmest chance I might be 'spared,' in the meekest, shakiest voice you've heard I scream, "Mom! Mo-o-o-om! Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-om!"

Everyone in the house heard it, it woke everyone. Everyone in the house was utterly petrified by the sound, and only after I started screaming did people actually shake off the paralysis and act. My brother later mentioned how my little dog, who was asleep on the bed with him, was fully awake and on his back looking up at the roof, but shock still, just staring, staring, even as my brother shook him. The dog only roused a few moments after my mom first reached me, and even then, it wasn't interested in going downstairs to the living room to see what the commotion was about (which it almost always did, cute lil' busy-body). It didn't even want to leave the bed, let alone the room, and it kept looking up as it moved cautiously the next few moments. It refused commands, poor baby was obviously scared, like everyone.

But none as me, for I was in essentially hysterics. A full confession came forth, and there was a lot of nervous exchanged glances. In the days that followed we tried to rationalize it away, but we were stumped. We kept coming back that "it is what it is." But that's an unpleasant answer to the faithful and the non-believer. The best we could come up with is a large owl trying to catch a roof rat. But, this 'owl' sounded heavier, and louder, than any 150+ lb. roofing man we've ever experienced with that roof. And it 'walked' in strides that covered 20' in 5 steps. We also live right next to the salt flats region of the SF Bay Area, is this a prolific area for owls? Maybe. Or maybe it is what it is.

PS: When we had reroofing done later the roofer said we had some weird broken shake. The damaged shake was spaced irregularly, but most weird about it was that it was more like shattered wooden shake, like someone kicked it into pieces. When my dad remembered that story, he asked where the roofer found these weird pieces. The roofer mentioned and pointed, "One there, another there, another there..." he's pointing along the same path from directly above where I slept towards the door, "and around a pair or so right here," pointing to the patch of roof directly above the door, where we first heard it land...
;) Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. Pleasant dreams!

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

35. Back in my original family home in Union City, NJ...

My parents said they used to see a drip of water coming down into their bedroom from the ceiling, but nothing would be wet if they put their hand underneath. It turns out that back during Prohibition, my grandmother's aunt was making moonshine in the bathroom upstairs and one day it leaked through the ceiling onto a stack of Bibles. Back in the day, our apartment was a religious store. It leaked directly onto the place where my 'rents would see the mysterious "water."

My father also worked as a bartender and as such he would come home very late at night. Often he would see an old woman peering around the corner at him. One night she told him she was lonely because there were no children in the building. My mother saw her once. Neither of them saw her after I was born.

[mikeytherat]

36. The night my wife's great grandmother passed away.

It was a clear night, no clouds, no wind. We had just gone to bed, when the wind suddenly picked up, and I mean REALLY picked up. It was almost like a hurricane. For about five minutes it shook the entire house, and then it stopped and it was absolutely silent, like nothing had happened. Right then the phone rings; her great grandmother had just passed away.

mikey_the_rat

[ellie]

38. I was looking for this thread because

something spooky happened last night at my mom's house. Me, my husband, my mom, and my two sisters were sitting at the table in the dining room, when suddenly, the faucet in the kitchen turned on, full blast. We all just looked at each other. And, yesterday morning, my mom, who has lived alone since my dad died, went into the bathroom and found a jar of Fleet suppositories on the counter. They weren't there when she went to bed and she didn't buy them. She has never seen them before.

Spooky!

We think it is my dad coming to say hi. It was my birthday yesterday and his is coming up, he just wanted to be part of the cake and ice cream party, I guess.