With Halloween just around the corner, I thought this would be a fun topic. Tell us about that strange thing that happened that scared the shit out of ya, or still gives you chills to this day.
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I love this type of stuff.
I can't say that I believe in anything paranormal because I've never really had a 'weird' experience, but here's what I got:
1. When living in california I woke up one day to look over and see a picture on my desk just fall over from a leaning back position. Not an earthquake, but the way.
2. Same place. I heard a scrapping noise across the stone kitchen floor, sounded like my cats food disk scrapping across the floor. I went to scold him, however, from the opposite direction outside the kitchen he came to visit too. The bowl had moved into the center of the kitchen. Don't know how.
3. Living in Allston a part of boston, I lived with another student and his room was down the hall. I heard what I thought was him coughing. At first it wasn't bad. Then it got rough... like an old smoker or somebody with emphazema (sp??). I slowly walked down the hall to check out what was going on and stood outside his door as he coughed. Finally it stopped and I knocked and asked if he was okay. Fine he said... he hadn't made a sound. No coughing. But I stood outside his door as the coughing continued earlier. Later, he heard the same mysterious coughing. EDIT: just talked to my fiance, and she remembers the coughing 'ghost' because she was on the phone with me at the time and heard the coughing too, THRU THE PHONE. Weird. /edit.
That's all I got. No, I"m not a 'believer' in ghosts and such... but those are unexplained as of now. Hope you enjoyed.
I can't say that I believe in anything paranormal because I've never really had a 'weird' experience, but here's what I got:
1. When living in california I woke up one day to look over and see a picture on my desk just fall over from a leaning back position. Not an earthquake, but the way.
2. Same place. I heard a scrapping noise across the stone kitchen floor, sounded like my cats food disk scrapping across the floor. I went to scold him, however, from the opposite direction outside the kitchen he came to visit too. The bowl had moved into the center of the kitchen. Don't know how.
3. Living in Allston a part of boston, I lived with another student and his room was down the hall. I heard what I thought was him coughing. At first it wasn't bad. Then it got rough... like an old smoker or somebody with emphazema (sp??). I slowly walked down the hall to check out what was going on and stood outside his door as he coughed. Finally it stopped and I knocked and asked if he was okay. Fine he said... he hadn't made a sound. No coughing. But I stood outside his door as the coughing continued earlier. Later, he heard the same mysterious coughing. EDIT: just talked to my fiance, and she remembers the coughing 'ghost' because she was on the phone with me at the time and heard the coughing too, THRU THE PHONE. Weird. /edit.
That's all I got. No, I"m not a 'believer' in ghosts and such... but those are unexplained as of now. Hope you enjoyed.
Since I already posted this before - I'm a channel and nothing much scares me. I do have some great stories, but they aren't scary.
I DO however, have something in my condo that just loves to move things on me, especially things that I'm using (like scissors when I'm sewing). I'll start to look for whatever it is - I'll tear the house apart looking for it, thinking I just had a major brain cramp and walked away with it. Then I'll go back to where I was and viola - there it is, right out in the open. It's more irritating that anything else.
Sorry TypeO - you won't have to change your shorts with this. [lol]
I DO however, have something in my condo that just loves to move things on me, especially things that I'm using (like scissors when I'm sewing). I'll start to look for whatever it is - I'll tear the house apart looking for it, thinking I just had a major brain cramp and walked away with it. Then I'll go back to where I was and viola - there it is, right out in the open. It's more irritating that anything else.
Sorry TypeO - you won't have to change your shorts with this. [lol]
I had a friend in Memphis that lived in a house that all kinds of werid things would happen in...
We would be sitting in the living room, watching TV when we would hear the cabinets banging in the Kitchen, everyone would be in the living room. He had no pets.
And, sometimes we would hear footsteps walking around upstairs when no one was up there.
He swore that whatever it was in the house hated the Buzz on the alarm. No matter what he would do when he went to bed the alarm would be back on music when he woke up.
And, he said that one time when him and his wife were sleeping, they woke up to a squeeking noise in thier bedroom. When they sat up, the rocking chair across the room was rocking. Windows were closed, and again, no pets. They both told me that the rocking chair was moved outside the room after that.
I used to love that house, they didn't live there more than a couple of years before selling it.
We would be sitting in the living room, watching TV when we would hear the cabinets banging in the Kitchen, everyone would be in the living room. He had no pets.
And, sometimes we would hear footsteps walking around upstairs when no one was up there.
He swore that whatever it was in the house hated the Buzz on the alarm. No matter what he would do when he went to bed the alarm would be back on music when he woke up.
And, he said that one time when him and his wife were sleeping, they woke up to a squeeking noise in thier bedroom. When they sat up, the rocking chair across the room was rocking. Windows were closed, and again, no pets. They both told me that the rocking chair was moved outside the room after that.
I used to love that house, they didn't live there more than a couple of years before selling it.
OK this is a Ouija board story:
When I was in High School I was part of the theatre group. During one of our productions for some reason we all started getting obsessed with the Ouija board. There was one "spirit" in particular that we were in constant contact with, "Kurt Miller"
He said he had died in Vietnam and that he wanted to hang out with us because he had been just out of HS himself when he went over.
3 weird unexplained things happened during that time:
1) We were using the board and said when we pass over "goodbye" knock 3 times before you go. We went over goodbye, 3 very loud knocks occurred on the window next to us. Needless to say we all screamed like babies and ran as fast as we could. We also all had a "sleepover" that night so that we wouldn't have to be alone that night (mind you we were all 16-17 at the time!)
2) We left the board "active" overnight and left it at school so that Kurt could hang out. The next morning we went onstage and on the black concrete wall there were the initials "KM" in white. They were large and we knew they hadn't been there before. When we checked them out it wasn't just written, there were actually dents in the concrete, like somebody had hammered the letters in. We took a hammer to try to recreate the effect. We couldn't even make the paint chip.
3) Somebody had suggested that we leave a tape recorder on to see what we could hear in the background. We put it on the other side of the auditorium. One of our friends had a mandolin and we were all playing around on it playing "three Blind Mice" We left the recorder on for maybe 10 minutes. When we played it back you could plainly hear us in the background and then several times a groaning whisper saying "threeee bliiiind miiiiice"
Spooooooky!
When I was in High School I was part of the theatre group. During one of our productions for some reason we all started getting obsessed with the Ouija board. There was one "spirit" in particular that we were in constant contact with, "Kurt Miller"
He said he had died in Vietnam and that he wanted to hang out with us because he had been just out of HS himself when he went over.
3 weird unexplained things happened during that time:
1) We were using the board and said when we pass over "goodbye" knock 3 times before you go. We went over goodbye, 3 very loud knocks occurred on the window next to us. Needless to say we all screamed like babies and ran as fast as we could. We also all had a "sleepover" that night so that we wouldn't have to be alone that night (mind you we were all 16-17 at the time!)
2) We left the board "active" overnight and left it at school so that Kurt could hang out. The next morning we went onstage and on the black concrete wall there were the initials "KM" in white. They were large and we knew they hadn't been there before. When we checked them out it wasn't just written, there were actually dents in the concrete, like somebody had hammered the letters in. We took a hammer to try to recreate the effect. We couldn't even make the paint chip.
3) Somebody had suggested that we leave a tape recorder on to see what we could hear in the background. We put it on the other side of the auditorium. One of our friends had a mandolin and we were all playing around on it playing "three Blind Mice" We left the recorder on for maybe 10 minutes. When we played it back you could plainly hear us in the background and then several times a groaning whisper saying "threeee bliiiind miiiiice"
Spooooooky!
I know noone will believe me but I experience things often. I leave it to you to make your own judgements as to if I'm crazy or not.
One of the most craziest things that has happened to me was when I was 14. I was living in Maryland at the time with my father and his new wife. As some sort of little get away he brought her up to his summer house in Deer Isle Maine. Now I know your going to say, " Leaving a 14 year old alone for a week!?!?!?!" Now keep in mind I had already been in Marine Military academy in Texas for two years ( voluntarily I might add) and three of our neighbors were police officers, which ones daughter would check on me a few times a day.
Anyways, I owned two bulldogs at the time. The pair were mother and daughter and pure white. Now the house we lived in was in some historic enighborhood, Basically the houses were all really old and they were remodled for people with money. All hardwood floors, ranch style with a finished basement. Anyways, I was watching tv and neglecting my homework when I heard my two dogs barking loudly from the basement. Now this was extremely odd seeing as how they NEVER went downstairs because the stairs were steep and wooden and extremely hard for a heavy chested bulldog to walk down.
I didn't pay any attention and just figured they were exploring and most likely eating something they shouldn't be. Suddenly I heard them running up the stairs and through the dining room and into the living room. They both started making the "outside time" whining noises. SO I figured I would take care of it during the commercial break. I stood up and walked to the front door and got both their leashes and put them on. ( Both dogs were extremely trains but it always seemed when they would have their collars off it was as if one would dare the other to run one way while the other would go and hide on me.)
After leashing them I pulled them away from the front door and tried to go to the side door. ( The front of the house was always darkest and only faced the forest, I always preferred using the side door because it was next to the garage and the WELL lit wrap around driveway) So I attempted to pull them to the side door and they resisted but I was in no mood to play to I made a command, they immediately obeyed for some awkward reason ( they only listened to my father) and started pulling me towards the side door, but not the direct way, they were pulling me by way of the sitting room, then the den, then the dining room and then finally the kitchen, instead of right down the hallway. ( Which I later found out was because the basement doorway was in the hallway)
After getting outside they urgently pulled me away from the door. I just figured they had to go extremely bad and I was happy with that because it would mean I wouldn't miss much of my show. They then to my dread pulled me to the dark front of the house which is weird because they were trained to do their business in the back yard. They pulled me it seemed directly to the front of the large bay window that was in the living room which is where I had been.
" Crap!" I noticed my show had come back on. But I was sort of happy because even though I could hear no words, I could at least see it through the window. All of a sudden I started hearing two violent growls. I was shaken and quickly became very afraid because I did not know where they were comming from. I then realized it was my extremely gentle bulldogs who were both sitting and staring at the bay window. They both had that open mouth growl. No sooner then I leaned down to pet one of them to see if they were ok something in the window caught my eye.
Before I could look back into the window the lights and tv shut off in that room. "Wonderful! F'n old houses" I still was not happy that instead of the brand new almost mansion sized house my father wanted to buy, he instead bought this old expensive house because his new wife said it was cute and had class. Now I thought I would have to find the fuses and go put another one in the fuse box in the scary basement.
Then after a short cursing rage I looked into the window to see that something was backlit from the dining room light, and it was moving very slowly into the living room. It was very tall and dark, no pronounced humanoid features but had the build of a human. It crept to exactly where I had been sitting and then proceeded to it seemed sit right where I had been, then the lights came back on in an instant and everything that had been on in the living room was back on. I ran as fast as one can run with two lazy bulldogs trailing behind. Straight into the garage and grabbed the keys to my fathers Caddy Deville. I jumped in and you bet your a** those bulldogs were comming in with me. Black leather and white bulldog hair and all. I knew my father had to have a piece in his caddy. I checked under the seat and viola a beretta. I then heard a noise behind me and got freaked again. I never really liked this car, I don't know why. So I then proceeded to do the one thing that would get me grounded for two weeks.
I grabbed the keys off the wall and jumped into my fathers new baby. A brand new (only 300 miles at the time) black corvette with black leather interior. No targa, no convertible. This car I felt safe in. No back seat to constantly check and very dark tinted windows so I couldnt be seen. And yes, you can bet your a** once more that those 70+ pounds a piece bulldogs were gonna get in that d*mn car with me. One on the passenger seat and one half on my lap and half on the dashboard. We all sat in that car for about an hour til for some unknown reason I just felt completely calm. Peaceful almost. Both bulldogs were completely awake, which was weird seeing as how they could fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
I then proceeded to actually go back inside the house. Of course still holding the Beretta 92. The bulldogs then scared the hell out of me by actually doing something that seemed like they were checking the rooms for me. I got ready for bed. Crawled into the bed and made the bulldogs get in with me and fell absolutely fast asleep. ( of course with the beretta holstered and clipped onto my pajama bottoms)
Not the only thing that has ever happened but definitely the worst seeing as how it was the first. Sorry for any grammatical errors, it's an early morning for me. Also sorry for the long story.
One of the most craziest things that has happened to me was when I was 14. I was living in Maryland at the time with my father and his new wife. As some sort of little get away he brought her up to his summer house in Deer Isle Maine. Now I know your going to say, " Leaving a 14 year old alone for a week!?!?!?!" Now keep in mind I had already been in Marine Military academy in Texas for two years ( voluntarily I might add) and three of our neighbors were police officers, which ones daughter would check on me a few times a day.
Anyways, I owned two bulldogs at the time. The pair were mother and daughter and pure white. Now the house we lived in was in some historic enighborhood, Basically the houses were all really old and they were remodled for people with money. All hardwood floors, ranch style with a finished basement. Anyways, I was watching tv and neglecting my homework when I heard my two dogs barking loudly from the basement. Now this was extremely odd seeing as how they NEVER went downstairs because the stairs were steep and wooden and extremely hard for a heavy chested bulldog to walk down.
I didn't pay any attention and just figured they were exploring and most likely eating something they shouldn't be. Suddenly I heard them running up the stairs and through the dining room and into the living room. They both started making the "outside time" whining noises. SO I figured I would take care of it during the commercial break. I stood up and walked to the front door and got both their leashes and put them on. ( Both dogs were extremely trains but it always seemed when they would have their collars off it was as if one would dare the other to run one way while the other would go and hide on me.)
After leashing them I pulled them away from the front door and tried to go to the side door. ( The front of the house was always darkest and only faced the forest, I always preferred using the side door because it was next to the garage and the WELL lit wrap around driveway) So I attempted to pull them to the side door and they resisted but I was in no mood to play to I made a command, they immediately obeyed for some awkward reason ( they only listened to my father) and started pulling me towards the side door, but not the direct way, they were pulling me by way of the sitting room, then the den, then the dining room and then finally the kitchen, instead of right down the hallway. ( Which I later found out was because the basement doorway was in the hallway)
After getting outside they urgently pulled me away from the door. I just figured they had to go extremely bad and I was happy with that because it would mean I wouldn't miss much of my show. They then to my dread pulled me to the dark front of the house which is weird because they were trained to do their business in the back yard. They pulled me it seemed directly to the front of the large bay window that was in the living room which is where I had been.
" Crap!" I noticed my show had come back on. But I was sort of happy because even though I could hear no words, I could at least see it through the window. All of a sudden I started hearing two violent growls. I was shaken and quickly became very afraid because I did not know where they were comming from. I then realized it was my extremely gentle bulldogs who were both sitting and staring at the bay window. They both had that open mouth growl. No sooner then I leaned down to pet one of them to see if they were ok something in the window caught my eye.
Before I could look back into the window the lights and tv shut off in that room. "Wonderful! F'n old houses" I still was not happy that instead of the brand new almost mansion sized house my father wanted to buy, he instead bought this old expensive house because his new wife said it was cute and had class. Now I thought I would have to find the fuses and go put another one in the fuse box in the scary basement.
Then after a short cursing rage I looked into the window to see that something was backlit from the dining room light, and it was moving very slowly into the living room. It was very tall and dark, no pronounced humanoid features but had the build of a human. It crept to exactly where I had been sitting and then proceeded to it seemed sit right where I had been, then the lights came back on in an instant and everything that had been on in the living room was back on. I ran as fast as one can run with two lazy bulldogs trailing behind. Straight into the garage and grabbed the keys to my fathers Caddy Deville. I jumped in and you bet your a** those bulldogs were comming in with me. Black leather and white bulldog hair and all. I knew my father had to have a piece in his caddy. I checked under the seat and viola a beretta. I then heard a noise behind me and got freaked again. I never really liked this car, I don't know why. So I then proceeded to do the one thing that would get me grounded for two weeks.
I grabbed the keys off the wall and jumped into my fathers new baby. A brand new (only 300 miles at the time) black corvette with black leather interior. No targa, no convertible. This car I felt safe in. No back seat to constantly check and very dark tinted windows so I couldnt be seen. And yes, you can bet your a** once more that those 70+ pounds a piece bulldogs were gonna get in that d*mn car with me. One on the passenger seat and one half on my lap and half on the dashboard. We all sat in that car for about an hour til for some unknown reason I just felt completely calm. Peaceful almost. Both bulldogs were completely awake, which was weird seeing as how they could fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
I then proceeded to actually go back inside the house. Of course still holding the Beretta 92. The bulldogs then scared the hell out of me by actually doing something that seemed like they were checking the rooms for me. I got ready for bed. Crawled into the bed and made the bulldogs get in with me and fell absolutely fast asleep. ( of course with the beretta holstered and clipped onto my pajama bottoms)
Not the only thing that has ever happened but definitely the worst seeing as how it was the first. Sorry for any grammatical errors, it's an early morning for me. Also sorry for the long story.
I didn't find this overly scary, but someone else might, so I'll post it.
Because of my "gifts", people used to call me if they thought or felt something was in their home. I would go there and get a feel for the house and whether or not something was there. If there was, I'd know if it was a lost soul, or a kind one that just chose to hang around. If they were lost, I'd cleanse the house and help them on their way towards where they should have gone in the first place.
This one time I got a call from a guy I knew who had rented an older house that was zoned for business. He rented it for his travel agency and they were in the process of getting it set up and stuff moved in. Two of the girls that worked for him told him there was "something" in the house and it gave them the willies, so he called me to ask if I could come over and check it out for him.
I got my stuff together (if a cleansing was needed) and drove over. It was late afternoon during the fall and the sun was almost setting by the time I got there, so there was still outside light. The house was a cape with two windows upstairs that were in dormers. When I got out of the car, I saw someone in the window of one of them, but I didn't look too closely. I got my stuff out and went in the front door. I met the guy I knew inside and started asking him questions about what kind of things had happened, etc. Then I asked who else was there. He said no one.
Just to interject one thing - I don't normally see them with my eyes, but I can fully sense their presence and get a picture of them in my mind. So, after he told me he was the only one there, I was a bit surprised that I had seen him - and by that time I had gotten the feeling it was a he, not a she. So, since he was upstairs, that's where I started. My friend went in to his office and I headed up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, it opened up into two sections - almost like rooms, but there weren't any doors making them rooms. There were two closets - 1 in each of the "rooms", as well as an exit door to a fire escape. I started in the room where I had seen the man at the window. And, just to make sure that it wasn't a human, I opened the closet door. It was empty, so I closed it. I then proceeded to the other side and, again, opened the closet - empty. I checked the exit door and it was locked. I then proceeded to "feel" around. I did sense a presence and I asked if there was something I could do to help him. I got hit with a major sense of saddness, to the point where I actually got a lump in my throat and my eyes tears up. The closet door in the next room (which I had closed once I checked it), opened up and swung open. I could see it happening. The door then slammed shut. I don't normally get those reactions when I go to houses.
I understood what he wanted. He was stuck there and wanted to leave, but for some reason, he couldn't. Without going into the detail of what I did, I helped him leave, or, if you will, head towards the light. They didn't have anymore problems (which included doors opening and closing, lights going off, the sounds of the floor creaking upstairs, like someone walking, when they were all downstairs) after that. My friend knew nothing of the history of the house, so I don't know who he was, but it could have been the original owner who somehow got trapped there.
I do have another story about Ft. Warren on George's Island in Boston Harbor during a weekend event that we did there a few years back, but I don't have time to post it now. That one caused others a few unsettling moments.
Because of my "gifts", people used to call me if they thought or felt something was in their home. I would go there and get a feel for the house and whether or not something was there. If there was, I'd know if it was a lost soul, or a kind one that just chose to hang around. If they were lost, I'd cleanse the house and help them on their way towards where they should have gone in the first place.
This one time I got a call from a guy I knew who had rented an older house that was zoned for business. He rented it for his travel agency and they were in the process of getting it set up and stuff moved in. Two of the girls that worked for him told him there was "something" in the house and it gave them the willies, so he called me to ask if I could come over and check it out for him.
I got my stuff together (if a cleansing was needed) and drove over. It was late afternoon during the fall and the sun was almost setting by the time I got there, so there was still outside light. The house was a cape with two windows upstairs that were in dormers. When I got out of the car, I saw someone in the window of one of them, but I didn't look too closely. I got my stuff out and went in the front door. I met the guy I knew inside and started asking him questions about what kind of things had happened, etc. Then I asked who else was there. He said no one.
Just to interject one thing - I don't normally see them with my eyes, but I can fully sense their presence and get a picture of them in my mind. So, after he told me he was the only one there, I was a bit surprised that I had seen him - and by that time I had gotten the feeling it was a he, not a she. So, since he was upstairs, that's where I started. My friend went in to his office and I headed up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, it opened up into two sections - almost like rooms, but there weren't any doors making them rooms. There were two closets - 1 in each of the "rooms", as well as an exit door to a fire escape. I started in the room where I had seen the man at the window. And, just to make sure that it wasn't a human, I opened the closet door. It was empty, so I closed it. I then proceeded to the other side and, again, opened the closet - empty. I checked the exit door and it was locked. I then proceeded to "feel" around. I did sense a presence and I asked if there was something I could do to help him. I got hit with a major sense of saddness, to the point where I actually got a lump in my throat and my eyes tears up. The closet door in the next room (which I had closed once I checked it), opened up and swung open. I could see it happening. The door then slammed shut. I don't normally get those reactions when I go to houses.
I understood what he wanted. He was stuck there and wanted to leave, but for some reason, he couldn't. Without going into the detail of what I did, I helped him leave, or, if you will, head towards the light. They didn't have anymore problems (which included doors opening and closing, lights going off, the sounds of the floor creaking upstairs, like someone walking, when they were all downstairs) after that. My friend knew nothing of the history of the house, so I don't know who he was, but it could have been the original owner who somehow got trapped there.
I do have another story about Ft. Warren on George's Island in Boston Harbor during a weekend event that we did there a few years back, but I don't have time to post it now. That one caused others a few unsettling moments.
Almost forgot about Ft. Warren....
They used to do CW re-enactments on George's Island at Ft. Warren. Back furing the day of the CW - the Union army used the Ft. to hold prisoners - mostly officers - from the Confederate army. If memory serves, 13 prisoners died while incarcerated there. One of the stories (true story) deals with a woman who's husband (I believe he was a Capt.) was held prisoner there. She decided that she was going to rescue him, so, she took a boat out to the island, and, dressed all in black and having a Navy Colt stapped to her legs under her petticoat, she went to visit her husband. I don't remember how they manged to get out of the Ft., but they did. As they were making their way down to the boat to escape, the union boys caught them. Husband got into a tussle with one of them and she drew the Colt. She shot her husband by accident and killed him. I don't remember the aftermath or when she actually died, however, her ghost still walks around the prison, looking for her husband.
Three years ago, during one of the weekends, a few from my unit decided we were going to go on a ghost hunt after dark. We were walking thru the portico to the outside, carrying our candles when my husband (who is a skeptic, btw) stopped dead and said, "Who just waved their hands in the air?" Shadows from us were dancing on the brick ceiling from the candle light, but NO ONE had their hands raised. Ed said he saw one of the bodies raise their arm and wave as he looked up at the shadows. I know no one did because I was in back of most of them and looking straight ahead - no one raised their arm. My skeptic was a bit spooked over that.
On another weekend at the Ft., Ed, Walter (Walta44) and I were walking through the same portico. Ed was on my right and Walter was on my left. We didn't have any candles and it was pretty dark, but we could see a slight bit of light at the end of the entrance. I got the feeling that someone was with us (in that case, it was the Lady in Black), and I said "We aren't alone." Just before I said that, Ed stopped short - he thought someone was right in front of him and he said, "Is that you Walter?" I told him Walter was on my left. He was a bit shaky over that one as well. He swore that someone was in front of him and he stopped because he thought he was going to walk in to them. He thought it was Walter. It wasn't.
I've got another one that's more recent (as in last Friday night), but I'll make that another entry.
They used to do CW re-enactments on George's Island at Ft. Warren. Back furing the day of the CW - the Union army used the Ft. to hold prisoners - mostly officers - from the Confederate army. If memory serves, 13 prisoners died while incarcerated there. One of the stories (true story) deals with a woman who's husband (I believe he was a Capt.) was held prisoner there. She decided that she was going to rescue him, so, she took a boat out to the island, and, dressed all in black and having a Navy Colt stapped to her legs under her petticoat, she went to visit her husband. I don't remember how they manged to get out of the Ft., but they did. As they were making their way down to the boat to escape, the union boys caught them. Husband got into a tussle with one of them and she drew the Colt. She shot her husband by accident and killed him. I don't remember the aftermath or when she actually died, however, her ghost still walks around the prison, looking for her husband.
Three years ago, during one of the weekends, a few from my unit decided we were going to go on a ghost hunt after dark. We were walking thru the portico to the outside, carrying our candles when my husband (who is a skeptic, btw) stopped dead and said, "Who just waved their hands in the air?" Shadows from us were dancing on the brick ceiling from the candle light, but NO ONE had their hands raised. Ed said he saw one of the bodies raise their arm and wave as he looked up at the shadows. I know no one did because I was in back of most of them and looking straight ahead - no one raised their arm. My skeptic was a bit spooked over that.
On another weekend at the Ft., Ed, Walter (Walta44) and I were walking through the same portico. Ed was on my right and Walter was on my left. We didn't have any candles and it was pretty dark, but we could see a slight bit of light at the end of the entrance. I got the feeling that someone was with us (in that case, it was the Lady in Black), and I said "We aren't alone." Just before I said that, Ed stopped short - he thought someone was right in front of him and he said, "Is that you Walter?" I told him Walter was on my left. He was a bit shaky over that one as well. He swore that someone was in front of him and he stopped because he thought he was going to walk in to them. He thought it was Walter. It wasn't.
I've got another one that's more recent (as in last Friday night), but I'll make that another entry.
/okay...last Friday night...
Hubby has a part time job as the Sexton as the Old South Church in Newburyport. It was built in 1753 (or there abouts) and is filled with a lot of very nifty OLD things...including the bodies of the first pastor and a visiting pastor (for you Historians, George Whitefield - both are burried under the pulpit in the cellar. In fact, Benedict Arnold visited the church to pay his respects to Pastor Whitefield (who had already passed on) before he took the 1,000 men from Newburyport to invade Quebec).
Anywho...last Friday night he wanted to strip the floor in the entry way of the old wax and put down a couple new coats, so, being the helpful wife, I went to give him a hand (it's a big area to do alone). He's never, btw, experienced anything "spooky" in the chiurch, but I've always had the feeling that someone was there, although I don't know who it is.
He was at the other end of the building getting something and I had started to get things ready to do the floor. The entrance has the main doors leading in to the building to a foyer, and then three more doors that lead in to the area before the sanctuary. As I was puttering along, one of the side doors that was closed, opened. There was no creaking, but I caught the movement out of the corner or my eye and watched as it opened about 3 feet. The wierd part was that I couldn't sense anyone and that kind of spooked me. So, I went to get Ed to show him. When we got back the door had closed. No, it wasn't the wind - this was an inside door. Ed just looked at me. I played with the door - it didn't swing easy and didn't close by itself (I can be a skeptic at times myself, and had to check it). It's not a hair raiser, but when you're not expecting it, it can make you catch your breath.
Hubby has a part time job as the Sexton as the Old South Church in Newburyport. It was built in 1753 (or there abouts) and is filled with a lot of very nifty OLD things...including the bodies of the first pastor and a visiting pastor (for you Historians, George Whitefield - both are burried under the pulpit in the cellar. In fact, Benedict Arnold visited the church to pay his respects to Pastor Whitefield (who had already passed on) before he took the 1,000 men from Newburyport to invade Quebec).
Anywho...last Friday night he wanted to strip the floor in the entry way of the old wax and put down a couple new coats, so, being the helpful wife, I went to give him a hand (it's a big area to do alone). He's never, btw, experienced anything "spooky" in the chiurch, but I've always had the feeling that someone was there, although I don't know who it is.
He was at the other end of the building getting something and I had started to get things ready to do the floor. The entrance has the main doors leading in to the building to a foyer, and then three more doors that lead in to the area before the sanctuary. As I was puttering along, one of the side doors that was closed, opened. There was no creaking, but I caught the movement out of the corner or my eye and watched as it opened about 3 feet. The wierd part was that I couldn't sense anyone and that kind of spooked me. So, I went to get Ed to show him. When we got back the door had closed. No, it wasn't the wind - this was an inside door. Ed just looked at me. I played with the door - it didn't swing easy and didn't close by itself (I can be a skeptic at times myself, and had to check it). It's not a hair raiser, but when you're not expecting it, it can make you catch your breath.
Me and my friends used to check out local haunted places in college....it was a blast, saw some freaky places and things we couldn't explain, we had a blast. By far the scariest things I have done in my entire life were searching a Rhode Island graveyard at night for "Mercy Brown" and visiting "Emily's Bridge" in Vermont...
When I was younger we used to travel Tower Hill Road in Cumberland, RI. (Ironically I only live a couple miles from there now) I never saw anything weird on the road, but my sister claims to have seen some freaky stuff when she was a teen.
another thread
http://www.northeastshooters.com/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2474
I used to drive it and we would slow down if we thought we saw anything.... we never did see anything unusual though.
http://www.northeastshooters.com/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=2474
I used to drive it and we would slow down if we thought we saw anything.... we never did see anything unusual though.
Danvers State Hospital. Strangest, Most Nerve Racking and Painful place I have been. Last time I was there was right before they tore it down to start the condos..The hairs on your neck will stand right up.
Anbondoned But Not Forgotten
Anbondoned But Not Forgotten
Yup, that place was horrifying. We used to go up there in highschool. You got the creeps just getting close to that place.
You all should check out this guy. He's the only paranormal investigator I've ever seen that has gained my respect. Most of the people on those shows are just goofballs that would rather make good television than actually seriously investigate these situations. Anyway, if your interesting in learning about the investigations of somebody who isn't biased, Joe Nickel's books are all a great read.
I love the show Taps that plays on Sci-Fi (http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/about/ )
I have lived in a few strange house where old sliding wood doors would open and close and we would hear someone chopping wood in the back yard at all hours of the night (we lived on 17 acres...it wasn't a neighbor)
I have had that feeling like someone one is right next to you or very close behind you but I dont know if I have seen anything...
I have always been interested in the paranormal.
I have lived in a few strange house where old sliding wood doors would open and close and we would hear someone chopping wood in the back yard at all hours of the night (we lived on 17 acres...it wasn't a neighbor)
I have had that feeling like someone one is right next to you or very close behind you but I dont know if I have seen anything...
I have always been interested in the paranormal.
Yes, always before or after....but not usually while things were happening.
If it's in the same area - check for electrical wiring (Yes, I know I sound like Ghost Hunters) which might be emitting a high EMF reading. That actually happened to me at my grandmothers house. It was fairly old and the wiring in one area of the cellar wasn't the greatest. Everytime I went to do laundry I would SWEAR someone was there watching me. They got the wiring updated and voila - no more feeling.
Oh Yeah ...I know what your talking about. The electricity give you a strange feeling or sick feelings too
All this stuff was when I was younger and we lived in a large old farm house. Nothing interesting ever happens in our house now....
All this stuff was when I was younger and we lived in a large old farm house. Nothing interesting ever happens in our house now....
dwarven1
Lonely Mountain Arms
Wow, the thread that rose from the dead...
Personally, if we're going to get up a ghosting expedition, I'm gonna get some .45 JHP bullets, silver plate them, and THEN load them. And that's what I'm gonna carry. (I'm in the middle of re-reading Monster Hunter International (which is a friggin' AWESOME book!), so spooky noises in the night are NOT the thing I want to hear right now...)
Some friends of my wife's used to live there (I just asked SWMBO if she knew where it was, and her reply was "Yes, and you do to! Donna and Rod used to live there."). Great big log house with like a fourple garage.
Personally, if we're going to get up a ghosting expedition, I'm gonna get some .45 JHP bullets, silver plate them, and THEN load them. And that's what I'm gonna carry. (I'm in the middle of re-reading Monster Hunter International (which is a friggin' AWESOME book!), so spooky noises in the night are NOT the thing I want to hear right now...)
I really think we need to plan a trip to someplace that's open. I need to check that post out - was that the list of haunted places BJ? I gotta find that.
Yep - found it:
http://theshadowlands.net/places/massachusetts.htm
Who's up for it?
Yep - found it:
http://theshadowlands.net/places/massachusetts.htm
Who's up for it?
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a fuse box... I want that feeling, minus the fuse box. I never had weird stuff happen to me, I'm askin for it.
dwarven1
Lonely Mountain Arms
Then I really need to start reloading. And plating some bullets with silver...
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