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Bookworm

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 08:12 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Somehow we got on the subject of ghost stories in chat tonight and it seems several of us have stories to share. So here is the place to share them.

Here's one of my favorite:

I went to a private college in Iowa. There are several ghosts cohabitating there, but one that has been published in a book, I think it was called Haunted Heartland. Anyway, one building was built as the chapel, but then classes were held there, and it stood empty for a while, now it is Administration. The book was written while the building was empty and at that time it was called 'Old Chapel'.

The story is that one day a young lady named Mildred tripped on the stairs and fell over the railing to her death three floors down. Now she can be seen walking the tower late at night. Staff do not typically work late in the offices housed in that building. One day while I was attending college there, a female staff did stay a little late to finish up a project. She was in the building alone and heard a noise. She stepped out into the hall and realized it was the paper towel machine in the women's restroom going over and over. She grabbed her purse and got out of there.

I have another college ghost story that I will post later, but I wanted to open this up to other posters. Who else has creepy, 'true' ghost stories to share?

Wargod

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 08:19 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Same story as from chat.

There's a road going up a mountain here. The story is that a boy decided to skateboard down the mountain, tripped, and broke his neck.

Driving up the mountain you see nothing at all, but driving down the street and looking back, you can see the chalk outline of the boy. It really feaked me out when we drove out to see it.

Halfunit

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 08:54 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
During Halloween, the Mansfield Reformatory opens up for a haunted prison. (This is where Shawshank Redemption was filmed.)

DH and I went (at Halloween time), and I swear you can feel the ghostly presence around you. They have overnighters throughout the summer and suggest that you bring a camera, a tape recorder, etc., for ghost hunting. I am going to do it this year. Anyone wanna come with me???

Click: MRPS

Jbean

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 09:44 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
mine is involving a hotel in eureka springs, arkansas, where there are several haunted hotels. the best-known is the crescent hotel. it started out as a hotel, then during a time when there was no tourism, it also was, first a girls college, and later a controversial cancer patient hospital. the dr. (doc baker) that ran the place wasn't really a doctor and thought that the spring water would cure the cancer. needless to say a lot of people died here, and now several spirits are seen regularly. there are 2 nurses on floor 2 & 3, one is seen pushing a sheet-covered gurney, who vanishes at the end of the hall, and the other pushing an old man in a wheelchair.

also they reportedly had to get a new switchboard at the hotel, because the desk clerks would get calls from the basement (formerly the hospital's morgue), and no one would be on the other end. the hotel keeps the basement locked. they would go down there, and no one was there, but the phone would be off the hook.

i am going to try to post a link to get to the sight where there are a few photos, but i can't guarantee, b/c i never seem to be able to do this.

the sight is:

Eureka Springs Ghost

edited to put in URL

cw

Jbean

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 09:50 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
sorry, can't figure out how to do links, copying and pasting should work! :(


click on galleries 1 and 3 to see images, there aren't any pics on 2.

Fruitbat

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 10:11 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Is there anyone else that had one of those paralysing dreams? The one where you think someone is in your room and you can't move? You feel awake but apparently you are not? You jus t couldn't move> Terrifying.

Fruitbat

Monday, December 30, 2002 - 10:30 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I will add that this is a childhoond dream.

Twinkie

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 12:21 am EditMoveDeleteIP
When my sister and I were small kids we slept in the same room in bunk beds. The hall light was always left on and our door open. One night we both saw the shadow of a man with a hat on in the hall. We starting screaming for dad and he came running. He searched the whole inside and outside of the house and didn't turn up a thing. To this day my sister and I still talk about it. We KNOW we saw it.

Whoami

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 12:33 am EditMoveDeleteIP
One night, my two older sisters, mom and I were all on the phone. One sis said she'd had the weirdest dream the other night...that she woke up and a man was standing at the foot of her bed. All he did was stand there and look at her, and she sensed sadness in him. My oldest sis said, "You're kidding me. Was that by chance on Tuesday night?" Middle sis said yes. Oldest sis said, "I had the same dream Tuesday night."

My two older sisters had the same father, who cut off all ties with Mom after the divorce, and they never saw him again. In fact, I'm not sure if he ever even saw middle sis. The only dad they really knew was my dad (who also cut off all ties after their divorce).

I suggested that maybe their father had died, and was stopping by to tell each of them goodbye. Either that, or he was feeling particularly remorseful one night, and projected himself to their locations.

Urgrace

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 12:55 am EditMoveDeleteIP
There is a tv show about haunted places around the world, and one night they centered on what they called the most haunted place in America - Purgatory Road and the Devil's Backbone - located just a few miles from where we live.

Sighted many times over many years are whole units of soldiers from the war between the states, some marching, some riding horses, and some riding in wagons. Nearby there are Indians who watch over the hills and valleys, and it is said that if you don't belong there, don't go there or you will never leave.

Long time residents of the area have been witness to the soldiers and Indians more than once, and newcomers to the area can testify to them too.

Whoami

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 01:06 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I decided to do two separate posts, since I had two separate stories (didn't want to make it confusing by having two stories on one post)....

My mom used to work at the Denver Botanic Gardens. DBG was built where a graveyard once stood. The bodies were supposed to be relocated, but not all of them were. Mom said not a summer went by where a gardener was out digging in the gardens and turned up a forgotten coffin.

Poltergeists roam the halls. The security guards talked of walking through the offices upstairs, making sure each office door was closed and locked. On the next walk through, every office door was standing open. This happened often.

In Mom's greenhouse (which she locked after she left at night), she would wind up all the hoses and hang them on hooks. She'd get back the next morning and find all the hoses tossed off the hooks.

Those hoses were supposed to be some special "non-kink" kind. But, as she was watering, the hose would frequently kink. She finally got to where she'd just roll her eyes and say, "OK you guys, knock it off now." The hoses would then unkink!

I told of my poltergeist in the "facts" thread. My idea to tell it "OK, knock it off now" comes from how mom handled her poltergeists at work. It does seem to work to tell them to knock it off.

I hope they harrass the crap out of those who are working there now. The human force that runs the place now was very unkind in the way they railroaded Mom out of there (after 18 years of loyal service).

Car54

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 01:20 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Bat, I had a recurring childhood dream where that happened...had it about 2 or 3 times a month from age 3 til until I was about 35.

Found out the details of my dream had some pretty obvious psychological roots...

I grew up in the dream..I would always wake up terrified and not be able to sleep again that night.

Mybbusername

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 05:49 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I worked for an architect for 4 years. We became very close friends. As his health declined (He was 65+) we downsized and the last year it was just the two of us.

He had given up his favorite vice, cigars, 2 years before as his health began to deteriorate.

One Monday morning I was alone at the office,(I had opened up that morning, and no one else had been there. Our office was in a highrise, and only had one access door, right in front of my desk) when I got the call that he had passed away.

As I prepared to leave I went into the back to make sure the lights were out, computers off, etc.

I stopped dead in my tracks at the door to the conference room...I saw and could smell cigar smoke. My first thought was that some one was in the office, and hidding behind the large solid conference room table, as that was where the smoke was.

I ran back to my office just as an associate from another office stepped in...his first comment was "when did you start smoking cigars" because he could smelll it too. I told him that I thought there was someone in the office. We both thouroughly searched...everywhere. He did not see the smoke, nor did I see it again as I went back into the room, but the cigar smell was overwhelming.

I think my boss, my friend, just stopped to say goodbye on his way to wherever.

Ginger1218

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 07:04 am EditMoveDeleteIP
My Grandmother lived with my mother for 10 years before she died. She was almost blind from cataracts and 80% loss of hearing. But, she was vain, and hated those little chin hairs. So she would take a tweezer and pull and give herself sores on her chin. Well, when she was 87 she had a stroke. She was in a coma for 3 months. She went to the hospital with none of her belongings and did not require any while there. When she passed away, we picked up whatever was there at the hospital and in the bag was a huge tweezer. When she got to the funeral home, we looked in the coffin and she had a huge sore on her chin. Well, my mother got freaked out and threw out the bag with the tweezers.
Then my mother moved to a new apartment and about a month later, she woke up and felt a strange feeling. She walked into the living room and on the couch was a HUGE tweezer. (it was the same size as the one she had thrown away when my grandmother died) Weird.

Cablejockey

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 04:47 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
When my younger sister and I were 3 and 4, we were just playing in our livingroom, when we noticed an old lady wearing black, sitting in the corner playing what looked like a harpsichord! Neither of us were alarmed, or frightened until she started to rise up to the ceiling, then we got up and hurried to another room. I don't remember telling our mother, or ever discussing this event with my sister. As the years rolled by, I just put the whole thing away as some dream. About 30 years later Pat and I started talking about ghosts and she brought up that old lady, and I was stunned that she remembered it too, so it wasn't a dream. I have found out from older realatives that this old woman was seen by others.
The house was torn down several years ago.My sister has continued to see other strange things over the years.

Hermione69

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 06:28 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Sometimes I think that I have a ghost that follows me when I move and plays tricks on me around the house. Nothing scary and it sounds really silly, but sometimes things will happen that just don't make sense. For example, one night last year I was in my apartment and I happened to look at the wall calender and it was on December. At the time it was only mid-November. I am superstitious about not turning my calender ahead so I knew I hadn't flipped it myself. So anyway, I thought to myself, "That's odd." But I was cozy in bed and I didn't feel like getting up and so I decided I would just get it in the morning. The next morning when I got up I looked at it and it was back on November.

Just weird little things like that.

I have a friend that had two really strange things happen to her. I''ll post that next. Like Whoami, don't want it to get all confusing!

Hermione69

Tuesday, December 31, 2002 - 06:37 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Here is my friend's story. Two things happened to her in the same house. (actually, more have happened, but these are the only two I remember well enough to tell).

1) One night she and her husband were sound asleep when the bathroom light came on. My friend woke up from the light and saw that her husband was in bed beside her, still asleep. She thought it might have been the dog, but he was asleep by the side of the bed. Their bathroom light is one of those that operates by a dimmer switch and when she went in to look, it had been turned all the way on, almost 360 degrees. There was no one else in the house.

2) She lost an earring to a pair that she really loved and she couldn't find it anywhere. She had dumped her jewelry box out several times and it was nowhere to be found there or anywhere. She gave up on it. Time passed. One morning she woke up and was getting ready for work and she opened the jewelry box to pick out some jewelry for the day and the missing earring was right on top. She asked her husband if he had put it there and he said he hadn't. Then she realized it was the one year anniversary of the day her dad died. She is convinced her father put it there.

Twiggyish

Wednesday, January 01, 2003 - 04:44 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
My grandparents lived in an old house on the east coast of Florida. My ggrandmother also lived there at one time. When I was a child, I can remember hearing halting heavy footsteps coming down the hall at night. Also, those footsteps could be heard stopping at the bathroom door, which was located along the hall. My cousin and mother have both mentioned hearing those footsteps, too. It appears my ggrandmother walked with a heavy halting step.
One time my grandmother was very ill. She was alone in her room. She remembered wishing her mother was there. At one point, she opened her eyes and her "momma" was sitting on the bed holding her hand.
My dad died at home from a bout of cancer. There have been odd things happening since then at their home. Somehow thinking he's still around is not scary.

Azriel

Wednesday, January 01, 2003 - 10:15 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
The house I grew up in always had a weird feeling in the back part of the house. There was one bedroom back there that none of us kids wanted to sleep in. It was always cold in that room and you constantly got the eerie feeling that someone was looking at you. My mom and dad moved back there to keep us from whining and it wasn't long before my mom got daddy to move them back to the front of the house.

When I was pregnant with my oldest child, my husband and I were staying with my mom and sleeping in one of the rooms in the back (not the scary one, my grandpa, who believed in spirits, but was not afraid of ghosts, moved into that one) I awoke one night and I saw a woman sitting on the edge of my bed. Fruitbat, I was paralyzed with fear and though I wanted to, at first I couldn't work up a scream.

The woman was older and wearing a dark old fashioned looking dress and she had her hair up in a bun. She reached out to my leg and though I couldn't feel it, I could see that she was giving me what looked like a reassuring pat and she smiled at me.

About this time I worked up a blood curdling scream and turned and buried my head and my fingernails in my husband's arm. Of course,my husband saw nothing. My husband and my father agreed that it was one of those dreams right between sleep and waking that seem so real.

My mother and my grandfather believed it was something more. My grandfather thought it could have been a kind spirit that was protecting me from the spirits in the back of the house that I was scared of. He told me if I was frightened of her just tell her to go away. I felt pretty silly but that night in my bed I asked to please stay away because she scared the hell out of me.

A few nights later I awoke and saw (or dreamed, who the hell knows) that there was a black shadow in the corner of my ceiling. It swooped down on top of me and I couldn't breath. I screamed out, 'Jesus, help me' and the shadow just broke into pieces and faded away. My scream woke up my husband and my grandpa. It took awhile for me to calm down.
Of course, I told that women to get the hell back there and protect me.

I never experienced anything else while I was there. I will say that it might have been dreams, but it was so vivid and felt so real that I will leave room for another explanation,too.

Whoami

Wednesday, January 01, 2003 - 11:16 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
My mother's friend had an experience much like that Azriel. He woke up to see a black shadowy looking thing that he felt for sure was sinister. He said out loud, "What in the name of God is that?" It broke up and went away. He says, on hindsight, if he had said, "what the h#ll is that," the result may have been quite different. He said by invoking a religious name, he chased the sinister spirit away.

Jed245

Wednesday, January 01, 2003 - 11:50 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
I have a few ghost stories. The one that really sticks in my head though is about a bridge in town.

I live in a really small town and when i was younger there was really only one bridge in town it was metal. We used to fish there and we all called it the metal bridge :o)

There is a little local folklore that there was a woman that killed herself by jumping off that bridge. And every thursday night at 11Pm you can see her jump from it. She wasn't described to me, but, she was described to my mom and dad.

One night be skeptical I talked them into takeing me and my little brother and older brother to the bridge. We sat there with the motor off and headlights off like we were told we should do. And we all got quiet. There was also tale that a truck is seen crossing the bridge at close to the same time as the lady jumping.

Well we sat and sat and sat and then we gave up and started the car . We drove up to the bridge and as our car's head lights shined across it. We saw a woman and dad stopped the car. It was just a shadow of a woman and seemed to have a solid form, but, it was solid black like a really dark shadow.

She walked to the middle of the bridge and put her hands together infront of her as if she were praying. She moved to the edge of the bridge droped her hands lowered her head and jumped.

Dad took off across the bridge fast because headlights were comming up behind us. We got out and looked over the bridge and my dad asked me what I saw. I described the woman to them and both my mom and dad got pale faced and said I was imagining it.

They went back a few weeks later with out my younger brother and me. They came back as if nothing had happened. Later after I turned 16 They told me that they saw the lady too... both times they went. And that the lied to me when I described her because they got a discription from friends and mine matched it.

The bridge has been torn down now and a new one built. They say that you can still hear the water splash and someone gurgling if your down near there fishing.

Jed

Cmore

Thursday, January 02, 2003 - 12:58 am EditMoveDeleteIP
Posted by Azriel:

"The woman was older and wearing a dark old fashioned looking dress and she had her hair up in a bun. She reached out to my leg and though I couldn't feel it, I could see that she was giving me what looked like a reassuring pat and she smiled at me."

Reading that paragraph actually sent a chill up my spine. I was about 12 and we had went on vacation to visit my aunt and grandmother. My grandmother was ill and my aunt widowed, so they lived together in my grandmother's house which had been in the family for generations.

Off of one side of the front room was a sunporch, with a large open archway connecting the two rooms. I slept on a cot in this archway and my aunt was sleeping on the hideabed in the front room. On about the second night, as I was about to fall asleep I rolled over and saw a old lady sitting in a rocking chair that was about 2 feet away from me.

She was just sitting there staring at me. I took a closer look, to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. The lady had a rather thin face, grey hair, pulled back in a bun, dark circles under her eyes, an old fashioned dress with perhaps an apron on and was wearing a pair of tall black boots or shoes with laces up the front.

At this point I called out to my Aunt and asked her who the lady was sitting in the rocking chair. She sat up and said "hun there is no one in that chair" I then say up on my cot and told my Aunt that there was indeed a woman in the chair, I pointed to the chair as I spoke and as I pointed, the old lady reached out to touch my hand, but I felt nothing.

My Aunt seemed to recognize the stress in my voice and quickly made her way to the lite switch. When she turned on the lite, the old woman vanished and my Aunt quickly wrote the whole thing off as my imagination. The whole thing was so vivid that I just couldn't get it out of my mind and some weeks later was still talking about it.

One night my Dad took some interest and asked many questions about what I had seen. The more I described the more interested he became until he left for a moment and came back with a box my grandmother had given him that contained photos. After searching through the photos he came across one and asked me if the person in that photo looked simular to the person I had seen.

I was shocked to see the photo and learn that it was the person I had seen that night. My father explained that it was my great Grandmother and she had passed away in the back bedroom of that house. That night was the first time i had ever seen a picture of her.

It has been 30+ years since this happened, but the image of this woman is as vivid in my mind as it was that night it happened. It was not what I would call a scary expierence, but I often wonder why she appeared to me.

Abbynormal

Thursday, January 02, 2003 - 12:33 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Alot of people have died in my neighborhood, and alot of really strange things have happened to people living here as well.

When my 11 yr old was 3 he starting talking about the "concrete" people that talked to him. We chalked it up to him being 3, active imagination or maybe an invisible friend, etc. But he insisted and we got a little creeped out and yes worried about his sanity as well.

Last summer, he would not go into his room or even down the hall by himself. He told me there was a family in there and the big one scared him. It got so bad we were staying up all night and sleeping all day. This irritated my DH, I had not told him the reason, he thought we were wasting the summer. I finally told him and of course he was worried about our son again, until I told him our son was right. I had been seeing this same family for about 8 of the 10 yrs we have lived here. I had never felt threatened and just didn't ever think it was a big deal, plus I didn't want him to think I was a complete nut!

I tried to downplay it, didn't want to freak everyone out. Since then our other 2 kids have confessed to seeing things and some of their friends as well. The neighbors across the street say stuff happens in their house as well.

We finally got our son calmed down by being with him every minute of the day and either talking about it or not, whichever he preferred. He has not mentioned it in about 6 months. Last week my DH asked me if I ever saw them anymore. I told him I made a deal with them to just leave my son alone and they could bug me all they wanted.

I did not tell him what happened about a month ago though. Remember that kitchen scene in "Poltergist" with the chairs? You know that feeling when all the blood rushes to your head? I assume that is the same feeling when all the blood rushes out of your head as well.

If I told my DH we would move today! I've just got to say I do feel safe here for some reason, always have.

There's more, but this is the 3rd time I've tried to post this and it disappears so....

Whowhere

Thursday, January 02, 2003 - 12:42 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Okay here’s my story:

When our daughter was not even 6 months old yet, she just did not laugh or smile unless you worked really HARD for it, even then you’d usually just get a smirk. Often times, while asleep, she would smile from ear to ear (dreaming? gas?) so we would sit with a camera right up to her face and then snap a picture when she’d bust out in a full smile. We lived in a 2nd story apartment at the time.

I was a stay-at-home mom at the time and on multiple occasions, I started seeing, in my peripheral vision, a large dark shadow pass through certain parts of the apartment. I didn’t think much of it and basically wrote it off as some sort of vision abnormality or something. Until one night DH and I both saw it at the same time. You know, one of those “Did you just see that??” deals. The shadow moved in the direction of our daughters’ bedroom. We were both kind of shocked by what we saw and we’re sitting in bed talking about it, when all the sudden over the baby monitor we hear our daughter giggling, belly-laughing and “talking”. It freaked me out, so I made DH go check it out. I hear over the monitor him come in her room and say, “What are you doing silly girl?”

He came back and told me she was sitting up in her bed bright-eyed and bushy tailed in the pitch dark. We know now that she was talking to a ghost. She did this up until the time we moved out (no we didn’t move because of the ghost). Later, we found out that an elderly, large black woman had passed away in our building several years before we lived there. In life, we found out, she (Veronica Schuler) was a very giving and loving person. In her death she befriended and protected our baby girl.

I still get goose bumps thinking about it, not to mention, our daughter is almost 9 now and she thinks she’s so cool because she had a “ghost friend” when she was a baby.

Cheri

Saturday, January 11, 2003 - 06:39 am EditMoveDeleteIP
I'm brand spankin' new and where do I choose to post a story? The Ghost Thread. Smart Cheri. Smart. Oh well...

I'd always heard ghost stories of course but never was sure if I believed them til we had our own resident ghost.

This happened in 1990 I believe, in Wyoming. We lived on the Air Force base in Cheyenne. It was built in the 1800's and stories of hauntings were so common it was like talking about the weather. Most of the base has had the old buildings restored and is on the National Register of Historic Places. We lived in a housing area built in the 1950's though so I never expected trouble. We lived in a duplex and were very good friends with the family next door.

When "Harvey" first appeared it was as a mixture of odd occurances. The kids or I would be down in the basement and think we heard someone call us upstairs, but no one had. We would "sense" activity that would make us think one of our dogs was eating or drinking at their food station, no actual noise, we would just think one of them was there, look over.. and nothing. We had a sectional couch and one of our dogs would routinely walk toward the couch, stop dead in her tracks, and walk around a certain spot. "Harvey" would hang around our side of the duplex until he scared someone then he'd go next door. They got basically the same thing except K would wake up at night and heard someone down in the basement and send T down to investigate. A few times T would go down and hear footsteps walking down the hall upstairs, go up and find nothing. Once Harvey scared them, he'd come back to our house. It was several months before we swapped stories, once we did we figured we had a ghost but weren't too concerned about it. He seemed harmless.

My son was 8 at the time and started complaining that he'd wake up at night and see his big brother standing at the door staring at him. Big brother always swore he didn't do it but since he did yank little bro's strings all the time we weren't sure of his innocence.

That December I'd had major problems with sinus infections that triggered massive migraines. I was in a lot of pain and spent a lot of nights on the couch. I was up late one night watching TV when I heard footsteps right beside me. I looked at the floor, trying to rationalize it and caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked and saw a little tow headed boy, dressed in blue 1880's clothing. There wasn't fear eminating from his, just sadness. It scared the tee total cr*p out of me and I went to bed. I didn't tell my husband about it for several days. That was the one and only time I saw Harvey but he still travelled back and forth in our homes.

Little bro still saw him routinely though and we weren't about to tell him he was seeing a ghost. The next Easter my husband's niece and a friend of hers came to visit. We gave each their own room and said nothing about Harvey. Easter morning, the friend, V, had called her mother and we coulld tell she was upset. We finally got her to tell us what was wrong. She said she was asleep that morning, woke up, and saw a little boy walking toward her and then vanish. I asked her to describe him and she said it was a little blond boy dressed in old blue clothing. Her description matched mine exactly. So we told them what was going on. That night Harvey seemed to take delight in scaring them, they heard water running all night, someone running up and down the basement steps, ect.

We told our families about Harvey. Bob's (husband)Dad is very religeous and believes there are no ghosts, that they are demons. He told Bob what prayer to say to get him out of our house. He was concerned because it seemed to focus on little bro. We didn't necessarily share his beliefs and did nothing for a while, until little bro told us there was now an old man staring in his door at night beside Harvey. Bob said the prayer but did it wrong. Basically, he was supposed to tell Harvey to go to Jesus but instead just told him to leave our house. Several months later he heard at work that at the time he did that, someone's little girl in another housing area woke up screaming because there was a little boy in her room.

The day we left Cheyenne for good we told the kids Harvey was a ghost.