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Bluejaxrock
Member
04-23-2004
| Thursday, February 10, 2005 - 7:59 pm
Not yet, Jed... Okay, true story...when I was in my late teens/early twenties we used to "cruise" - drive around in the country and drink and smoke both right- and left-handed cigs. One night a girlfriend was driving and we had just fired up a doobie. Cruisin' along, jammin' with the radio (8-track even...lol) and out of nowhere above us are bright multi-colored lights! I immediately thought of the song "Blinded By the Light". We looked at each other, eyes wide and red, and fell into a combined scream/laughter. We were freaking out, sure it was a UFO! And then it vanished - as quickly as it appeared. Wow. Being the young and dumb things we were, we continued on about our business of "cruisin'", stopping here and there to tell everyone what we'd seen. Next day, in the bright afternoon sun, she and I drove out to the area we thought we'd been at the night before, kinda like making sure we'd really seen what we had. Turns out we'd been near a rural airport that at that time had two parcels of land separated by a road and chain link fencing around both parcels. And yes, we were on the road that ran down the middle of what was basically the runway. And yes, we realized what we'd seen was probably a small plane landing or taking off, and not a UFO after all. Again, we looked at each other, eyes wide and red, and fell into a combined scream/laughter. Heavy sigh...those were the days...lol
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Thiry18
Member
09-18-2004
| Thursday, February 10, 2005 - 11:41 pm
true and very scary story....when i was in college, my boyfriend lived in new jersey. it was christmas time and i made the two hour drive to go visit him. well, one night he and 3 of our mutual friends started telling me this story about a glowing grave. of course i didn't believe them, so i wanted to go see it, even though it was 2 a.m. and against my better judgement. we all hopped in my boyfriend's jeep and drove to the cemetary. it was pitch black by the church and cemetary, and you have to drive by real slow to see the grave. sure enough as we crept by i saw it glowing! i totally thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me, so i told them we should go up to it and see if it really glows or if something is shining on it. again, against my better judgement. the five of us got out of the car, hopped the fence and walked into the cemetary. the only light around was the one from the grave, and we walked towards it. when we got there we could definitely tell there was no light shining on it. by this point we are all totally freaked out, but we decide that we want to touch it. so on the count of three we all reached out and touched it. it instantly stopped glowing and we ran like hell. as we're running back through the cemetary, a flood light comes on at the church. not a motion light, because it would have went off when we went by the first time. i have never ever been so scared in my entire life. it used to become tradition over the years that everytime i was in jersey we would drive by. but agreed that we would never again get out of the car.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Friday, February 18, 2005 - 10:16 am
heh cool stories you two. :o) thirty18 I have one fairly similar to yours. But, I don't really wanna tell it for the simple fact that it still gives me the freakies. :o)
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Thiry18
Member
09-18-2004
| Friday, February 18, 2005 - 2:21 pm
oh, tell me pleeeeease!!! i love scary stories.
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Bluejaxrock
Member
04-23-2004
| Thursday, February 24, 2005 - 9:32 pm
Sorry, I didn't know the stories were supposed to be scary/supernatural/scifi. Let me tell you a supernatural true story. I have corroboration on it too. Not just one of those campfirepissyourselfscared stories, but odd just the same. And it's kinda long, so thanks to you who take the time to read it. When I was about 11 years old, my family moved into a townhouse with a split basement...one side ready to be finished, the other the utility side. I finagled my way into getting the basement for my room-out of the way for a pre-adolescent slob. One night, I was getting ready to go to bed, and I saw a white cloud-like-something going up the stairs. I called my younger brother's name, thinking he was trying to spook me. No answer. Just the cloud-like thing moving up the steps. I didn't really think anything about it...I am a horror fan and figured my imagination was running. After this incident, my mom started losing things. She knew she'd put a piece of clothing in a specific drawer, but when she went to get it, it wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. She thought my dad was playing with her. A couple of weeks/months later, she'd open the drawer she'd placed the missing item in, and there it was...right on top. This type of thing happend alot. Mom began saying we had a poltergeist. This continued with Mom until I moved into my first real home...not apartment. I guess the thing decided to start messin' with me. Things wouldn't be where I knew I'd put them, and then show up later exactly where they were supposed to be. Whenever I moved, it took about 6 months for the "phenomenen" to begin again...like it had to realize I was gone and then find me. Like I said, it's been awhile since anything's happened, but then again, I bought a home 15 months ago...maybe it's just taking it longer this time.
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Native_texan
Member
08-24-2004
| Thursday, March 03, 2005 - 10:53 am
Way back in 1982, two friends and I rented an old house. The house had only one one owner, a couple who raised their 3 sons in the house. A year or so before the wife moved out of the house, her husband was killed in an accident. He was driving a chartered bus of senior citizens in Arkansas and went off a mountain. Most, if not all, were killed. Anyway, within days of moving into the house, strange things started happening. The kitchen cabinet doors would fly open and the window shades in the living room would pop up. The strangest thing was the front door which would fly open quite often. This door had a deadbolt that automatically locked the door when it was closed and had to be turned to open the door. We assumed it was the husband who had died and we even would call him by name and talk to him. The odd thing was we were never scared. Later I found out that if a ghost is good, you won't be afraid, whereas if the ghost is bad, you will be afraid. These things happened for about a month and then stopped. We decided he was just checking out the new kids in his house, liked what he saw (yeah, right, 3 early 20's singles who liked to party quite a bit), and moved on.
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Kiersten_love
Member
08-03-2001
| Thursday, March 10, 2005 - 10:44 am
bump I so enjoy reading all of your experiences...thanks Jed for starting it.
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Jed245
Member
11-01-2002
| Tuesday, March 29, 2005 - 2:18 pm
Thanks Kiersten_love. Nice meeting you by the way. :o)
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Mak1
Member
08-12-2002
| Monday, April 25, 2005 - 5:10 pm
This isn't my story, but it's true and interesting and I don't know where else to post it. So I'll put the link here and bump this page up. I'll post an excerpt here, but it's well worth following the link and reading the whole thing. This woman is amazing! Nation comes knocking after Millie's bout with bobcat Copyright © 2005 Blethen Maine Newspapers Inc. WYMAN TOWNSHIP - Clearly, the bobcat thought he had it made. Hungry after a long, snowy winter, the sight of two household cats protected only by a 90-year-old woman had "free lunch" written all over it. Ah, but Mildred Luce is not your typical 90-year-old woman. And now that her story has found its way from the shadow of the Bigelow Range all the way to Hollywood, we can only hope that whatever bobcats remain in this remote corner of western Maine get the message. "I have no fear," Millie, as she likes to be called, said with the sweetest of smiles Friday while Smudge, the 21-year-old cat she pulled (literally) from the jaws of death a few weeks ago, basked in the mid-morning sun. "It's not my nature." Nor, for that matter, is self-promotion. For the life of her, Millie cannot figure out why everyone from Jay Leno and the "Today" show to National Public Radio and most every newspaper and broadcast outlet in Maine want to talk to her about how she took on a bobcat barehanded and lived to tell the tale (even after she yanked the 20-pound critter by its tail). "I guess they figure I'm decrepit," Millie mused, her eyes as clear as the blue spring sky. "But I'm not decrepit!" Bobcat Granny story
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Juju2bigdog
Member
10-27-2000
| Tuesday, April 26, 2005 - 10:19 am
Good story, Mak1.
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