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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 16, 2020 9:47:42 GMT -6
Right on. I'd move faster than that.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 16, 2020 10:00:18 GMT -6
21. This is my most recent, but the other night I was laying in bed and the clock had just hit 3:15am. I had just gone to the bathroom and come back and was almost back to sleep when I heard what sounded like a cup being sat on a plate, like china being hit against china, and I thought to myself jokingly, “Haha, sure would suck if someone were in here with me.” And not ten seconds later I felt something grab my ankle and hold on tightly. I hit the switch on my lamp and looked around, nothing there, no imprint on the blanket, no marks on my skin, no one hiding behind the footboard, and the door to the hallway and closets were shut so no one could escape. It had me freaked out enough to sleep with the lamp on that night. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 17, 2020 7:01:18 GMT -6
Scary ... though it is possible she did just fall asleep and this was just a freaky dream  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 17, 2020 15:12:09 GMT -6
22. From the time I was about 12-17 years old I lived in what I believe was a haunted house. I’ve never had experiences like I had in that house since moving out. A few specific memories come to mind. Once I was hanging up laundry in my closet. I heard someone whisper my name in my ear, clear as day. I’d never sprinted out of a room so fast. Another time my sister and I had friends over and we decided to use a tape recorder to ask questions to the ghosts like they do on those paranormal shows. We played the tape not expecting to hear anything and could hear a very soft voice say, “I’m in the closet.” We were sitting near a small closet in the basement. My parents eventually decided to sell the house. We moved into a new place before selling this place. My sister stopped by the house after there had been a couple of showings to turn out the lights in the house. She went to turn off the lights in the basement which had multiple light switches. One was at the far end of the basement away from the stairs. She turned off the light and swears she heard heavy footfalls of someone running towards her. She ran out of the house without turning out the rest of the lights and locked the door. That was the last time either of us went back until we were in the neighborhood and the new owners offered to show us the renovations they made. Nothing happened then but they did ask us if we wanted to babysit their kids. We politely declined. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 18, 2020 5:26:59 GMT -6
Ha ha ... I would have turned the rest of the lights off before locking the house.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 18, 2020 14:51:01 GMT -6
Not me, Rick. I might not even have remembered to lock the door. And I hate the dark!!
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 18, 2020 14:58:58 GMT -6
23. Okay, so when I was about 9 years old, I went down to the graveyard, to visit my grandpa, as I often did when I was younger. My parents felt it was safe for me to walk alone, since I had my hello kitty phone with me and the grave yard wasn’t far away from my house and my grandmas house. Plus, some of my classmates lived close by too. So I went down, I talked with my grandpa for a bit, and washed his grave, to make sure it was clean, because 9 year old me wanted it too look nice. After about 20 minutes, I decided to go home. As I was walking, I suddenly stopped and looked over at a tree. My grandma had told me that it was there her best friend was buried. There wasn’t a grave stone, but over time had a tree grown on her. I don’t know what that went to my 9 year old brain, but I decided to talk to her, like I did with my grandpa. “Hello. How are you?” Was all I asked, not expecting a response. But then… It appeared. A ghost of an old lady, in her 50's. I assumed that was my grandma’s best friend. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but I think she said she was doing good. I stayed an extra 20 minutes, and talked to her. I can’t really remember about what, but possibly my grandma. The only reason why I left, was because my mom called me. I said my goodbyes to her, as she disappeared. So not really a scary story, but still a ghost story. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 19, 2020 6:12:11 GMT -6
Yes, a nice ghost story  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 19, 2020 14:27:47 GMT -6
Very Nice, Rick.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 19, 2020 14:30:29 GMT -6
24. I was around 11 and I was convinced the house was haunted because I heard footsteps all the time but no doors would open. One day I was under my blanket and I heard the footsteps again. I check and I see this little kid with black eyes short hair and was about as short as the bed just staring at me. (About 2 feet). I couldn’t sleep in the dark and I developed Nyctophobia from it. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 20, 2020 4:26:10 GMT -6
This taught me a new word, Nyctophobia - the mordid fear of the night or darkness  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 20, 2020 11:31:46 GMT -6
I never knew it had a name, but I have had that phobia all my life.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 20, 2020 11:36:21 GMT -6
25. I was 5 at the time. Just moved to FL from NJ. Lived in the back of an apartment complex and on the third floor. Only my mother and I. She told me recently that every single night she’d hear noises of knocking and banging and such around the apartment. The kicker of it all that proved it: I was in my room with a vaulted ceiling and had stuffed animals on shelves way higher than I could possibly reach. I was playing in there with some toys while my mother was making dinner and the door was wide open. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut HARD. Of course my mother runs to my room to check on me. Apparently I was laying in my bed and ALL of the stuffed animals were in a pile in the center of my room. We took a week vacation after that. Another time of proof: my mother went for some water or something in the middle of the night and saw me sleep walking around the house and stated that I looked like I was chasing something around the house. She called out my name and apparently I answered in a deep male voice. She then ran out of the house and didn’t return until morning (don’t blame her…). Still get chills thinking about this stuff. There were so many more than just this. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 21, 2020 6:26:11 GMT -6
Spooky happenings, especially the possessed sleepwalking  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 21, 2020 11:44:45 GMT -6
26. My dad passed away when I was just 8 months old. When I started talking, I would tell everyone that I see daddy. My mom would even walk in on me talking to “my daddy” in the crib. Strange thing is, my mom never taught me the word daddy since I wouldn’t be needing it. To make things weirder, when I was 4 years old, I came downstairs and told my mom that daddy had come to visit me. I told her that he was coming to get Grandma and take her with him. Not even an hour later my mom gets a call that my grandma passed away. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 22, 2020 5:57:02 GMT -6
Good to know the father and grandmother are together  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 22, 2020 12:58:05 GMT -6
A nice ghost story.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 22, 2020 13:02:17 GMT -6
27. I was really young. I would guess 8-10 years old, but that’s just a ballpark guess. I shared a room with my younger brother. Our room was very large, and for some reason we put our bunkbeds right in the middle of the room, with the side of the bed facing the doorway. I had top bunk. Every morning, our mom would come into our room to wake us up for school. It was the worst feeling. This morning, I had already been awake for some time, just laying in bed. It was still dark outside. Depending on the time of year (I don’t remember), it being dark when we were getting up for school might have been normal. So I’m sitting there, laying in bed, and the door to our room opens. It doesn’t take much effort to turn my gaze to the door. I see a woman in some kind of white gown, who I can only assume is my mother (even though I never recall her ever wearing an outfit like that) standing in the doorway. She takes a step in, closes the door behind her, and slowly starts approaching our beds. She gets so close that I’m no longer able to see her (because of the angle I have being on the top bunk). I assume she’s going to start waking up my brother at any moment, so I do that kid thing where I shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I wait. And wait. And wait. I finally open my eyes. The door is still closed. I’m super confused at this point so I lean over the railing to see what she’s up to. And there was no one there. I freak out and cover my head with all of my blankets and lay there for what felt like quite a bit until I fell asleep. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 23, 2020 4:50:48 GMT -6
A really strange happening  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 23, 2020 10:17:46 GMT -6
So it was, Rick.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 23, 2020 10:20:19 GMT -6
28. My Dad died a month ago very suddenly. We’re Native people so we believe in the spirit world. Little weird things happened throughout the week of his funeral. After we buried my Mother’s and his ashes together as they wished… we saw three rainbows. Remember the double rainbow guy? I was three times full of joy as he was. We went back to my uncle’s to relax. The door to their lower patio blew open. We all looked at each other. We woke up the next morning and fresh snow had fallen. It was very early and no one would have been walking around. We saw two sets of footprints in the snow in a circle. This is way up north so people aren’t just walking by. What made me happy was it was two footprints. My Dad had lost a leg in 2013. I was glad to know he had gotten it back. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 24, 2020 5:41:31 GMT -6
I love this inspiring life after death story  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 24, 2020 13:39:30 GMT -6
Such a vision would be so comforting.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 24, 2020 13:45:12 GMT -6
29. I used to sell HVAC in Michigan, during college. There was this really awesome old dude that called for new high efficiency furnace in his historic home in Depot Town (near Ann Arbor).
As I’m putting together the quote, we get to talking about the home and it’s history. He tells me that it was part of the underground railroad and had a tunnel that led down to the train station (only about 500 yards away).
I’ll be honest, I was more focused on the sale than all the details he was laying out about the house. But one thing that made my ears perk up was the ‘people that lived with him’. He tells me about a few, but the one that stuck out was he said that there was a lady that was so fascinated with electricity that she would turn random lights on at random times.
As I printing out the quote and going over the details and payment options with him, the light behind me turns on. Then the one across the room. Then the one in the kitchen. Then the one in the hallway. I just kinda got quiet and sunk a little in the seat. Then the old dude raised his voice and said something like, ‘Okay, that’s enough for today, sweetheart. We can do it again tomorrow.’
To this day, I don’t know if the old dude was just having some fun with me or if it was real. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Mar 25, 2020 5:58:52 GMT -6
It sounds real to me  |
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone