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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 22, 2020 10:52:11 GMT -6
👻 30 Ghost Stories That Will Chill You To Your Core 👻 1. I was driving across country with my mom and sister. I was 16, my sister 20, my mom in her 50s. It was late, but we were well rested still and alert. We were driving along an interstate and needed gas, and they needed to pee, so we stopped at the only rest stop in ~200 miles. There was a van full of teenagers on some road trip and a small grey compact car, like a Honda Accord or some crap, parked at the pump in front of us. Two men about 17-20 were standing outside the Honda in hoodies, statue freaking still. The teenagers were to our left.
When we got there everything felt wrong. There was a deep and unsettling feeling about the place and we’d not felt that way at any other rest stop. We’d been on the road for days and seen many rest stops at night and had never been afraid until then. My mom and sister went inside and I stayed in the car. I heard the teenagers say they were creeped out and couldn’t get the pump to work and they left in a hurry. I was mostly watching the car in front and the two men who had still not moved at all. Not an inch. They weren’t talking. They weren’t on phones. There was no light anywhere but the dim overhead lights on the gas station awning. They were just standing there, still as stone.
My sister and mom came running back out to the car and when they got in, the two men slowly turned to look at us while not moving or pivoting the rest of their bodies, and I swear to God, we all saw the same thing – they had eyes dark as pitch and empty. Truly empty. Not black, not reflecting any light at all, just a void.
We high tailed it outta there. We have not traveled in excess of 100mph before or since, but man, that day it was warranted. We drove until we were in the next city before we got out of the car again. And you know the worst thing about it? Not the eyes, not the stillness, not that horrible feeling, not the weirdo in the gas station who kept telling my mom and sister “my mama will like you” over and over while mopping the same spot on the floor with a dry mop and an empty bucket.
It was the fact that we couldn’t find the place on any map. We knew exactly which spot on the interstate to look, and we couldn’t even find it on Google maps or any paper map we had. We even asked locals about the creepy gas station out on that stretch of road to confused looks, and “are you sure you weren’t traveling on [highway] and not [interstate]?” We’d traveled on that interstate since and there....was....no....rest....stop. ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 23, 2020 7:08:22 GMT -6
So spooky but good they made it out of the place that was not safely  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 23, 2020 9:36:28 GMT -6
2. I used to work at this radio station in New Mexico that was listed as one of the most haunted places in the state.
It was in an old house that had been converted into offices. The story goes that the last owner of the house made a living by carving gravestones in the basement, and that he’d died while working on one. When the new owners of the building took over, they left the stone where it was. That was a mistake.
I heard stories from some people who worked there back then. Shadowy figures seen in unoccupied rooms. Lights going on and off for no apparent reason. Supposedly, all the activity died down when the stone was moved out of there.
Well, most of it. When I worked there, the outline of the stone was still there on the basement floor, and as I worked the night shift, I saw some weird stuff. For starters, the door to the basement was in the break room, and in order to get to the vending machine, you had to walk by the door. Most of the time it was no big deal, but on occasion, I would start to walk past and this terrifying feeling came over me. The hair on my neck and arms stood up, and it was all I could do not to run out of there.
Then one night, I went out into the offices and turned off all the lights. You know…save electricity and what not. I went back into the studio to keep doing my show. A little while later, I walked out and saw that all the lights were back on. There was nobody else in the building.
There was also a couple of times when I watched CD players open and close on their own, which brings me to the freakiest story, told to me by the overnight guy. He was doing his show, playing the new Bon Jovi song off the album, and the lights flickered for a moment. When he looked down at the display on the CD player, it was showing a different track as playing, though the song he’d been playing kept going.
We pulled out the album and looked for the track that was indicated as playing. It was a song called “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead.” ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 24, 2020 6:10:34 GMT -6
This was a little spooky  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 24, 2020 12:23:38 GMT -6
3. Years ago two friends and I were camping in fall in a small tent, staggered with two of our heads on one side and one on the other. It was a silent and still night with fog developing in the moist PNW woods. What sounds like a muffled voice on a cell phone starts coming out from the center of the tent between all our heads. I heard someone keep asking “Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?” My friend asks, “Are you hearing that?” At once we all sit up and start shuffling around in the tent looking for the phone. There is no phone in the tent. I look to my friend on the other side of the tent and ask what they heard. “It sounded like someone saying ‘Hello? Can you hear me?'” We all agree this is what we heard, and that the sound was coming from the other side of the tent. The next morning we find all our cell phones sitting in the car still, and there’s no cell reception at the campground. Still sends shivers up my spine. ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 25, 2020 6:52:09 GMT -6
Strange but not too scary luckily  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 25, 2020 9:35:42 GMT -6
4. When I was in 5th grade once I forgot to put my school uniform in the laundry basket, so the next day I needed it for school it was dirty. I went to have breakfast in my pajamas while I was thinking how to tell my mom I didn’t have my uniform clean. When I came back to my room there was a woman I have never seen before, (in her 40s, brown dress, dark hair) ironing my uniform. I blinked and she was gone. I would have assumed I hallucinated the whole thing, but my uniform was there, clean, dried and ironed and ready for me to use. And it couldn’t have been ironed by anyone else because my parents had breakfast with me and my baby sister. ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 26, 2020 6:03:07 GMT -6
She was a most helpful spirit  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 26, 2020 12:19:32 GMT -6
Indeed she was.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 26, 2020 12:29:34 GMT -6
5. I stayed at my grandmother’s house that my father spent a large amount of time in as a kid. My father drove us there in one go and was understandably tired after a 17-hour drive. We all started to lay down and my father checked in on us before going to bed himself. As he was talking, he stopped himself and told us to cover a large mirror “or you will have nightmares.” Now, nightmares from a mirror of all things sounded like a little fun to me, but my brothers, who were also sleeping in the same room, asked me to cover it. I did. I asked my Dad about it before he left and he said ghosts use it as an entryway. A week later, I brought it up with my grandmother and she scoffed saying, “Oh, this house ain’t haunted.” I agreed, but told her that the reason I brought it up was because my Dad told me to cover a mirror. My grandmother then changed her expression and said, “OH, the mirror?” Apparently, that mirror came from her grandmother. She worked as a nurse and took in those who were going to die, but could not pay for care on their last days. So, she made her home into a hospice. Those who stayed in the room with the mirror, saw things. A lovely old lady saw and heard a young lady come into her room and played a harp. She was thankful for the lovely songs, but no person was known nor was a harp owned or heard elsewhere. A young boy found an older boy who played games with him and “really knew his games.” Lastly, a terrible woman (refused to use the bathroom and shat in a cooking pot then hid it under her bed and well as argue/issued everyone daily) saw, and this is her words, “The devil” that spat fire at her. (The police were called and she tried to accuse the nurse of trying to kill her with the devil.) I also got stories from my mother seeing the same young lady who played the harp (without her harp that time) and my grandfather seeing the “devil” guy. My grandfather described it as a red man with horns that was too tall for the room he was in so he, still standing up straight, bent his neck down to fit. It stared down at him and simply asked, slowly, “WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE?” I kept that mirror covered. ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 27, 2020 6:48:02 GMT -6
I would have kept it covered, too!
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 27, 2020 11:58:42 GMT -6
So would I, Rick.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 27, 2020 12:00:24 GMT -6
6. This is my mom’s story, but she is completely sane and I believe it. My parents went to South Carolina for a wedding. They stayed at some old plantation bed and breakfast spot. She was sleeping when she woke up all of a sudden. She had her cellphone plugged into the wall and was on her nightstand. There was a notification on the phone so it was blinking. The female “ghost” was dressed in a full on old formal dress and she was fixated on the cellphone’s blinking light and was walking toward it. My mom said, “It’s ok, it’s just a phone.” The ghost turned and made eye contact with my mom, then disappeared. ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Feb 28, 2020 6:12:38 GMT -6
Interesting, I have seen similar things so it is not scary to me  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Feb 28, 2020 9:48:32 GMT -6
7. My Dad’s story, not mine. Early 1980’s he is working a summer job at Yellowstone National Park (Wyoming). One day he and his friend Mark hiked up to the top of one of the mountains. They set up their tent inside an “Indian Pit”, a man-made hole dug out by Native Americans hundreds of years ago. The Indian Pits were either used as hunting blinds, or spots where young braves came to for their vision quest. Late in the night my Dad wakes up and has to use the bathroom (#1). He crawled out of the tent, out of the Pit, and went walking a respectable distance away from the tent. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder pull him backwards. My Dad calls out, “Hey Mark, what are you doing?” He turns around, turns on his flashlight, and there is nobody there. He shines the light at his feet, and discovers that his next couple steps would have taken him directly over a steep cliff. He did his business and hurried back to the tent. The next morning the two friends are waking up and his buddy says to him, “I know this sounds crazy, but I woke up in the middle of the night and I swear to you, there was an Indian man standing outside our tent.” Whatever really happened that night, my Dad is alive, he met my Mom in Yellowstone, and here I am writing this story to you today. ~ |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 1, 2020 6:01:57 GMT -6
Wow, such a lucky intervention  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 1, 2020 15:18:23 GMT -6
8. This one time when I was little I was laying in bed with my right ear buried in my pillow. I am suddenly jolted awake by this roar that sounded like it was going directly into my right ear. I woke up startled and confused and began scanning my room for anything as my mind was almost full panic mode. When I looked to my right I saw this little boy standing next to me; he was glowing blue but that wasn’t the first thing I noticed about him actually. He looked sad and I remember feeling bad for him. After a minute I tried to lean closer to him and even muttered out a faint “hey” but as I did he disappeared. A few days later I told this story to my mother who then informed me that the people who owned the house before us had a son who died when he was five in a car accident. However, it wasn’t near the house. I should also note now that our house was renovated since we moved in and a second floor was added. My current theory is that the boy finally found his way back home and realized that his old home was gone. He came to me because I was the new boy of the house. ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 2, 2020 6:48:26 GMT -6
I think his theory is correct ... a sighting that was not scary, poor ghost boy.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 2, 2020 12:29:32 GMT -6
Yea, kinda sad.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 2, 2020 12:37:32 GMT -6
9. So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents’ house on Main Street. I didn’t want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played “night city” with my glowing “Better Blocks”. I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me. Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did. Anyway, my great uncle and I played “night city” for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn’t miss his train. He left, I went to sleep. The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn’t seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination. I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don’t believe in ghosts, but I don’t know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues. To this day I don’t know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my “uncle” like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door. ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 3, 2020 6:31:09 GMT -6
An intriguing event for a little boy  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 3, 2020 11:35:39 GMT -6
A very cool experience.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 3, 2020 11:39:14 GMT -6
10. I used to work at a museum that was once a functional prison. Throughout my 8+ years working there, I have been pushed, slapped, bit, dragged and punched by unseen entities. I always had problems when I would go to lock up certain buildings at night because you never knew what you would see coming around a corner. I went into the cell house once to turn off the lights, rounded the doorway to see a full-bodied apparition standing there in an inmate’s uniform. A split second later, he vanished into thin air. There was a pretty notorious inmate who was involved in one of the riots, and his spirit would follow me around the grounds. One night, I was with a paranormal group, and we went into an area that we don’t let the public visit because its in disrepair, and we were screamed at to leave and something snarled at me. It was not uncommon for me, or one of my co-workers to have shadow people follow us around, and we would even have some poor visitors chased out of certain buildings like Maximum Security by such entities. I have dozens of stories about that place. ~
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 4, 2020 6:26:03 GMT -6
This would not be a museum I would want to work in |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 4, 2020 9:32:21 GMT -6
Nor would I, Rick.
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