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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 26, 2020 12:09:45 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 16, 2020 20:41:18 GMT -6
LOL!! I had to look that one up Rick. I had no idea what it was. Could not post it without knowing. COULD make me blush when I find out.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 16, 2020 20:53:15 GMT -6
The Angry Red Man by Arieson13 I have some concerns... But to understand I should start at the beginning...
When I was about 3-4 years old, my grandmother was messing with aouija board around me. At one point there was a knock on the door and when grandmother checked outside nobody was there. I told her, "there is someone. It's a man and he wants you to let him in." My grandmother said no, quickly shutting and locking the door. The house suddenly felt like there was earthquake. She took the ouija board and burned it. I then start becoming sensitive to people's emotions and places of deep emotions / history. This happened in Dallas, Texas 1994
Fast forward to age 9. I was taken in by my other grandparents (parents were divorced and not taking proper care of me & younger sister) I was in my room, very upset as I didn't like the way everyone was treating me. A black mass in the shape of a dog of some sort appeared. It told me it would be my friend, my strength, and the only thing I had to do was let it be a part of me. Well, kid me just assumed I had made an imaginary friend so I agreed. I continously saw an unknown figure throughout the house. That was between 1998-2008 Marietta, Georgia.
Since then I have had a strong connection with spirits / places, like I had become a magnet. But only one is really strong and has been attached to me. My exes and now husband have all claimed to see him in some sort of way. (2006-2009) 1st ex swore one time he saw a man of red hugging me and it caused my eyes to turn red themselves. (2009-2011) 2nd ex swore he saw the man of red several times in the house and he always seemed angry towards him. (2014) My now husband has dreamed of him, saying the man was standing outside of the house looking at him angrily. I never spoke of the man to any of them until they mentioned the encounters.
There are times I don't quite feel like myself, like I'm in a trance or in a dream. I have been told I talk in strange and different voice in my sleep. I had many strange and vivid dreams, especially after having my 1st child. The spirit doesn't seem interested in the children, but to my partners.
Can anyone give me any advice or suggestions? ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 17, 2020 7:32:04 GMT -6
This sounds a little scary for her husband  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 17, 2020 16:48:49 GMT -6
I Think I Have A Demonic Attachment by Gladden124
Ithink it all started when I was about 6 or 7 years old and it attached itself. Me and my friend were watching tv and I saw something white in my peripheral vision and when I looked, it was a small "ghost" boy. My friend saw it too and it ran into the other room. We looked everywhere but all the lights were off and everyone was asleep. So who or what did we see?
We moved a couple years later and that's when everything got weird. At the beginning I started hearing footsteps. Then I started hearing things like voices. I heard a little girl laughing when I was home alone and "she" ran off with these HEAVY footsteps. Just know little girls do not weigh that much, that's how heavy it sounded and I heard this twice. I also get scratched all the time even today and hear loud bangs on the walls. Another thing is I was NEVER afraid of the dark. Someone exhaled in my ear twice and something pulled my covers. I yanked them back but something pulled back as well. But that's not the reason why I'm so terrified of the dark.
One night I was laying on my side and I had this intense feeling of being watched and when I turned my head a little I saw in my peripheral vision half of a body. It was so tall and dark.
Yesterday, my brother and sister thought it would be cool to play around. We had the door open and my brother heard a growl. Then we heard it and it was very very deep. No animal or man sounds like that. I'm still seeing things and feeling bad energy all the time. I get very bad nightmares too of me being possessed or chased by demonic entities. ~ 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 18, 2020 6:50:50 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 18, 2020 9:21:49 GMT -6
My Psychic Grandma by Filmbuff1234 Before I start this story, I would like to say that my Grandma in this account is in fact my stepmum mum - so I am not related to her by blood.
My Grandma is definitely a psychic and there are 5 things she told me I remember most.
The first was when my stepmum was little she and her parents went to church with this old lady (I can't remember her name) every Sunday. One day, My Grandma said they weren't going to church today. She said she had a strange dream the previous night in which the old lady died. This was in fact true - a stroke I think.
This happened again years later. My Grandma dreamt of my Grandpa's work colleague dying in an accident. This also came true. She had a final premonition with her brother who passed away (I can't remember from what).
My Grandma and Grandpa also had this friend who went through some very personal problems, of which I do not know of. They went out for dinner with their friend and dropped him off home. He then killed himself by overdosing on pills. My Grandparents were devastated by this and she was worried that she did anything to upset her friend. At that moment, she smelt her friend's favourite cologne.
Finally, my grandparents, who previously lived up in Scotland, moved down to Kent, England near us. My Grandma says a spirit of an old lady lives in the house. I asked how she knows this - and she says she can just feel it. She also said she wakes up to the smell of perfume (that she doesn't use) in the mornings.
I really do believe my Grandma is psychic. She is religious, has strong morals and is definitely not a liar. ~👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 19, 2020 5:46:52 GMT -6
It is obvious this Grandma is psychic |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 19, 2020 11:52:43 GMT -6
The Beginning Of My Paranormal Experiences, Age 3 by MusingsGrace As this is my first story shared on this site, I felt it makes the most sense to begin at a beginning. I'm a rare individual who has always known ghosts, and therefore has never doubted them. I'm also a lucid dreamer; this is also a part of me that is hard wired. Unfortunately, when one is under 4, this makes for some very confusing and terrifying experiences, not helped by the fact that one can barely speak properly. And for anyone wondering, yes, I can remember being 18 months+, and I have memories that have been corroborated by my very surprised parents, and ones that weren't captured on photographs (false memories or other memories can be adjusted to fit a photograph and the more one sees it the more "real" it appears in their mind; memory is a funny thing).
There were two main spiritual experiences I had as a kid, one benevolent, the other just negative, though it never seemed to notice me much. I had what my parents called imaginary friends, but they weren't imaginary: they were in my dreams. Their names were Goohsap and Pop Pop, and they were two men in the 60's-70's who drove a red convertible and wore Hawaiian shirts with Khaki pants and lived in the country. They held hands and shared a small cottage in the country, and I had dreams about them and me having meetings at my Church. They were always associated with god and other spiritual beings, and were quite kind. It got to the point where I packed a bag, scared my parents, and sat on the front porch and waited for them, backpack, sneakers and all. I remember falling asleep in the twilight on a spring or summer evening, my reality carried over to the dream, and they explained that they only existed in dreams, and couldn't be found in reality. I was pissed, and only saw them intermittently after that.
The first malevolent thing I remember during potty training years was the struggle with what I called "Frankenstein". I don't know when I began calling it that, it just was the only thing that fit. I'd feel fine during the daytimes, but at night, even my earlier memories, when the shadows were at a certain angle, and everyone else was asleep, I'd hear chains and groaning. Never did they seem to come for me, but consistently I'd awake at a similar time as the shadows from the trees outside my window were in similar or identical places (it was the 90s, I had no clock in my room, and I couldn't read yet anyways).
There were never any lights left on (my dad is an environmentalist/we were broke) and I would feel fine in the house up until midnight or so, up to the age of 10 when we moved. This was a time specific event, to the point where my cats would come in and sleep with me, and run in when I heard the chains. Pablo and Ezra, my cats, would sleep with me in my crib. My parents were frustrated that Ezra and Pablo insisted on sleeping in my crib, but we refused to be separated, and each of us would mewl and cry uncontrollably until we were reunited. I remember little about Ezra as he died when I was a bit older than two, but I remember not understanding, not crying, and asking my mama where he was to the same answers and the same tears when he died. It made no sense to me, and Frankenstein continued. It also meant, unfortunately for my parents, plenty of bedwetting, as it was too terrifying to walk through the dark house, into the hall, 8 feet, with a creepy mask next to my room and Frankenstein howling. Whenever I gained the courage to yell for my parents, it always took them time to wake as it was after midnight and they were dead asleep. Lights would turn on, Frankenstein would cease. Until they went back to sleep, that is.
My sister was born when I was 3 1/2, and I experienced this both before and after her birth. I eventually had my own bed, which Pablo would sleep with me as well. He would always come running when Frankenstein began. Once when my sister was too little to share my room (we shared a room in this house), so I was 3 to 4, I walked into my room when it was dark (it was bedtime). I looked down, and saw red eyes, and was absolutely sure my parents would notice that. I screamed for them and didn't leave, as I wanted them to know this was real, but Pablo got there first, and dove under the bed. Seconds later, my parents entered and turned on the lights, and I saw the red eyes for a moment longer but Pablo won. They saw nothing, and told me it wasn't real.
Frankenstein continued intermittently, but I'd awake often at what I now knew to be about 2 am (I eventually got a watch, probably about 8 when I went to Girl Scout Camp). I would often hear Frankenstein, but as I got older and braver, I'd either wait for it to pass, try to be awake past my parents and leave lights on (I'd read a book with my flashlight to pass the time) or use a flashlight (it was the 90s) to navigate the hall, with Pablo close by. A note about my sister: She has always been a heavy sleeper to the point that she can only wake with the most intense alarms that both scream and vibrate her bed, even as an adult. It was always frustrating for me, as I'm a light sleeper, would hear the chains and the groaning, and would pray and hope I'd fall asleep as fast as I could.
I got mega creeped out when I moved. I didn't want to encourage these spirits and had shared as little of this with my caretaker, who I'll call Mrs. Lewis, as I could while trying to figure it out. She remembers me being concerned and asking her about ghosts repeatedly for years between 2-10. I've always been religious (yes, even as a young child I relished church, the incense, the rites, the music, the rituals, the readings, everything about it). Mrs. Lewis did as well, and we are both Episcopalians, so when I felt I would be free of Frankenstein, I told her everything. When we moved out, Mrs. Lewis, who lived but a block away, asked me if I knew of the trolley. I live in a suburb of D.C., and it was one of the first, and used to have a trolley that would carry people from the city to my town. What I didn't know, and had no way to know, was that this trolley used to go through what was my neighborhood. My neighborhood was developed in the 1950s-early 60s, after the trolley had been taken out, and right atop the old tracks.
We don't know where exactly the tracks went, but Mrs. Lewis is a D.C. Native and had lived in that neighborhood since the 1970s. Guess who built the railroad tracks according to all the people of her generation and earlier? Prisoners. What does a chain gang sound like? Chains and groaning, though I can't find any sources on this, it is often the disenfranchised who were coerced/forced into building railroad tracks. How could I have known any of this before I could speak, or before I could read? How could I have made this up when I can't even find sourcing on this now? I know it was real, and this appears to be the only explanation. I now have pity for "Frankenstein", as it appears to have been forced labor, and what I think of as an emotional imprint that likely attracted other things, like the red eyes under the bed. It didn't seem very conscious, as it never got closer, and simply echoed down the hall to me, and avoided light. More of an echo, less of a conscience, but filled with pain and agony. The cats weren't fans either. I now wish I could help those imprints, spirits or whatever. They don't seem happy to me.
A note: Mrs. Lewis is still alive, we talk and see each other often, and she remembers this too, and still insists that the tracks were built by prisoners. She lives in the same neighborhood, and though she's had her share of experiences in the neighborhood, she's never met "Frankenstein" as such. I don't know why I would always awake to it; were they reaching out, or just waiting for everyone to sleep to express their anguish? Or did something happen at 2-3 am that wasn't entered into the historical record but that they still feel? Why haven't my neighbors had similar experiences? I have no answers to this, only questions. All I know is it opened me up, and the experiences didn't really stop, though Frankenstein did. I have more tales of poltergeists and one house I lived in during my college years that seemed to consume me and my friends, and we couldn't finish the lease, it was too hard. That is for later. All for now. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 20, 2020 5:51:45 GMT -6
It is sad knowing manyrailroad tracks were built with slave labor and prisoners ... this person sure had a lot of psychic experiences.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 20, 2020 10:08:21 GMT -6
The Goddess Of The Inn By Socracy5 Hey guys, it's been a while since I have been active on this website. Well, I had been going through so many ups and downs in life, rushing back and forth managing my professional as well as personal life which never really left me with much time to invest on myself. I don't intend to run around in circles so I'll start my story.
This incident dates back to about 2015 when I was working as a deputy engineer in one of the L.G's branch departments based off at Incheon, South Korea. I was enlisted in the foreign country for a first time and it was difficult for me to get accustomed with the Korean culture, although the Koreans were welcoming I can't help but feel like a familiar stranger to them. It was culture shock as the east Asia felt completely otherworldly from the South-east.
Luckily, I found some companionship of fellow Indian mates working on the same firm as me. Despite of my relieved solitude the work stress was real owing to the work-culture of Asia.
So a few of us friends decided a take a little off from the work and enjoy ourselves on a vacay. We decided to choose a rural area as it was a trip to refresh ourselves from the work pressure and we can also explore the culture of this country on the way. Our destination was Boseong-Gun village in Jeollanam (sorry if I had mentioned it wrong). The village in itself was kind of isolated from the world of hustle bustle of the rest of the Korea which was it's attractive feature. There were no luxurious hotels to welcome the tourists but it was quite a tourist destination. There were various guesthouse and inns across the street.
We checked into this one inn I can't quite recall its name which was quite popular having a legend of a good luck goddess. The inn had a small 'zen' garden at the backyard with a fish pool at its center where the tourists used to throw a coin praying for good luck. The owner of the inn believed that the goddess used to visit and fulfill the wishes of the people. Initially I thought it was a sham to attract more tourists but still I adhered to it.
We were allotted a quite spacious room as we were three in number. The room had wall sized windows which directly opened into the garden. The view of the inn was fabulous. Harvey (Harvinder) was the only one in our group who knew Korean so he was talking to the accountant regarding the stay. I was tired so I went to bed early after the tiresome journey. Ravi and Harvey went to bed after some time hence. At the middle of the night I was suddenly awaken by the sound of what seemed like footsteps in the garden.
I was curious to know who on Earth is taking a walk in the middle of the night. So I opened the window to sneak a peak when I saw a woman wearing a traditional Korean dress (hanbok) sitting beside the pool. She had long black hair which appeared to be shining in the moonlight. Her body was pale with a feverish complexion in her toes and the moment I tried to get closer to her she turned her head around and all I remembered was that she was she was breathtakingly beautiful. What happened after that seems to have vanished from my memory.
I woke up to Ravi shaking me roughly while screaming my name with Harvey and many people surrounding me. I was so puzzled as to where I was when Ravi told me that he caught me wondering me in the garden heading towards the woods. I was utterly confused as I didn't recall what had happened even to this day I can't remember. I screamed at the top of my lungs narrating everyone what I saw. All of them were shocked while some refused to believe me but the localities said that I saw the goddess and I was lucky to have survived, these spirits are often tricksters who tend to tend to lure humans by wandering them off in the woods with their mesmerizing charm. Although, they remarked that I was not the only one who saw her.
After this confession I hugged Ravi thanking him to have saved me on time. I don't know whether I am blessed with good luck or not but I was indeed extremely terrified after this experience. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 21, 2020 6:51:57 GMT -6
A mysterious, dangerous beauty in the garden ... wow |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 21, 2020 10:28:01 GMT -6
Spooked While Pregnant by Tiffglace 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 22, 2020 7:08:44 GMT -6
Yes, not a good time for these weird happenings.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 22, 2020 8:33:04 GMT -6
The Daycare's Guardian Ghost by Sterben24
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 23, 2020 6:44:56 GMT -6
Yes, such a positive paranormal experience for this family  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 24, 2020 8:40:01 GMT -6
Our Strange House by DanielG In my first post I briefly mentioned how my family has a history of weird happenings. When I was younger these were all confined to my father's side of the family. I don't see him anymore but both me and my mother are still close to his mother, my grandmother.
Grandma would have frequently kept me entertained with tales of our family's haunted past. I never took them seriously but still enjoyed listening. My mother never really approved of these stories but also didn't see the harm in what she believed were either tall tales or stories with simple explanations. To her credit, mom was always able to offer an explanation to any story I relayed from grandma.
We moved into our current house about five years ago and this was when I started encountering some weird stuff.
The house was a big project for my mom and one I remember she was very excited about. She had bought it at auction with a view to renovating it fully. The house was in such bad shape it was a few months after purchase before it was even habitable for us. When we moved in, work was still ongoing. I have no idea of the history of the house other than it's old. My grandma remembers a family living there when she was a teenager so that gives some idea just how long it's been in the neighbourhood.
A few days after we moved in I began hearing footsteps at night. The floor of the landings on the first are second floor are old wood and creak with the slightest bit of pressure. To my ears, the sound was unmistakable, like someone was walking across the halls with heavy shoes. Each time I checked there was nothing there.
At first my mom wrote it off as simply the sounds an old house makes and then as my overactive imagination fuelled by grandma's stories. She wasn't cruel about it and never said she didn't believe me but she has always been a sceptic, even after the incident on the road that I wrote about in my first story.
The footsteps were never constant. Within a few weeks they had stopped almost altogether.
A couple of months later, I think in March or April, I was in my bedroom and I heard a door slamming downstairs. My mom shouted up to me, warning me about being gentle with the doors and I had to tell her I was upstairs and nowhere near the door that had somehow slammed shut on its own. The house is old but by then had proper insulation so it would not have been draughty enough for a breeze to slam it shut and there was no wind outside.
Around this time I started hearing the footsteps again. One night I believe I saw a figure dressed in grey flash past my room. As with the footsteps I couldn't find the owner despite going immediately into the hall. Over a number of months when I was sitting with my mom, I thought I could see someone out of the corner of my eye looking in her direction. The figure would be there for a split second and then be gone when I turned my head.
Things like this have happened on and off since we moved in. My mom has often experienced things without noticing them or writing them off as something innocent, including being tapped on the shoulder while in the kitchen despite being home alone or thinking that she heard someone whisper from behind her or breathe on her neck. On at least two occasions she has taken off her watch, a large gold Michael Kors, only to find it has been moved to another room when she went to put it back on.
The attic in the house is somewhere I never go. Although I have never thought that anything in the house would do me harm, the attic creeps me out. It has a heavy feeling to it. There is a lot of cool stuff up there though. Old furniture that the previous owner left behind and we kept. My mom loves it and has restored some of it.
Her latest project was an old dressing table and after a lot of prodding I agreed to help her move it downstairs. It was a normal winter day. Cold outside but our house is always warm. Even so, there was a notable temperature drop as soon as we walked into the attic.
Mom went over to the table and put both hands on it. She gasped as soon as she touched it and both her hands seemed to jump away from the table as if pushed. Before I could do anything she had somehow been knocked to the ground. She didn't move and her eyes were closed. It took me a few seconds to realize she had fainted.
She came to within a few seconds, maybe twenty, although it felt like longer. She remembers touching the table and then waking up with me looking over her. She was very embarrassed and explained that she must have fainted. I accepted this and it's only now after posting my other story that I'm thinking there's more to it. The way she seemed to get shoved away from the table as if someone had pushed her was unnatural.
As with everything in the house, mom sees the simple explanation; that she had simply fainted.
As with the incident on the road, her watch had also stopped but I guess that could be explained by her fall. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 25, 2020 6:50:49 GMT -6
Spooky happenings can make some people fall into their comfort zone and explain them away  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 25, 2020 9:54:17 GMT -6
The Battle To Come by CPTBlood I like day trips, just getting in my mustang and driving. This weekend in December 2018 I decided I'm going to the Hofbrauhaus German Restaurant in Cleveland and since I'm going I might as well explore the local legend of the Rockefeller gravesite. In Lakewood Cemetery, Rockefeller is buried with a few relatives besides an obelisk baring his name. Local legend says that if you leave a dime on the monument wealth will come your way. Ya, something came my way. Almost immediately my significant other tells me a spirit followed me home. I don't know if this singular trip to this cemetery was the catalyst for haunting 2 hours away in Michigan. I have never been a believer, but too many times has a spirit bothered either me or my girl. I was sleeping on the couch one time only to awake and start throwing punches at a dark figure hovering near my head just before my sweetheart enters the apartment. One time late at night coming in from work and the apartment is pitch black, I walk right into the apartment and for no real reason I side step as if avoiding walking into something. I did a double take after I turn on the lights trying to figure out why I did the previous maneuver. My love reports to me that since Cleveland, the bedroom is occupied by a shadow person. She sees it from the living room and would close the door to the room until it's time to sleep. She is a street smart and tough person from Detroit not given into artistic inclinations and sleeps in the bedroom even though a ghost is in there... Even if it scares her. Even her friend broke down shaking from seeing a ghost in the hallway beside the bedroom door. I've put up crucifixes at the main door, the bathroom door and the bedroom in the summer of 2019. The disturbance has been reduced or taken a less scary approach. Until now... This past week in February 2020, something different has been haunting the bedroom. I've woken up again throwing punches into the air. A darker force that has my girl sleeping scared under the blankets because she doesn't want to see the ghost. After she told me of her recent experience, I told her mine so as to comfort her that it's not just her and admit I slept with the light on hinting she does the same while I'm working over night. I'm thinking that I need to spend more time taking possession of the room. Lay down some sage and holy water. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 26, 2020 8:23:28 GMT -6
Sage is a great idea, hopefully the weirdness calms down for them.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 26, 2020 11:49:01 GMT -6
A Shriek Of A Woman In The Woods by Rajine Greetings to all readers I am happy to say that after I had gotten a slap on my leg, nothing else has been happening at home. Things seemed to have calmed down for now.
The next story I am about to relate happened to my mother just after she had gotten married some 35 odd years back, the topic of unexplainable and supernatural stuff had come up in our conversations when she had related this story to me, it's not the first time I've heard it from her, but I have decided to post it for everyone to read.
My mum and dad's habit they enjoyed doing was sitting outside by our front door steps or on the veranda, especially after a long day of work and talk while my dad had a few drinks, this was a habit they had right up until my dad had passed away.
Now the place they had lived at the time had a dense woods about four meters away from the house and since the yard was situated at the end of a dead end road no one had bothered to fence the property so it was very easy to go into the woods from the side of the yard which my parents front door was situated (from the entrance of the house the woods would be to the right).
On this one particular night, during summer they had decided to stay out a little longer than expected as it was very humid, and as they were talking, they heard a loud shrill voice of a woman screaming. The scream had come from the direction of the woods in the quiet of the night. That loud scream had taken them by surprise, my dad wanted to go to into the woods to see who or what screamed, however my mum, thoroughly terrified by now, knew that no one would be in woods at that particular time of the night and had to drag my insistent father inside the house and locked the door. When my mum had looked at the clock to see the time it was just past midnight. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 27, 2020 6:55:31 GMT -6
Spooky!
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 27, 2020 10:00:15 GMT -6
So The Rumors Were True by en_chuu This is yet another story from my childhood. Sorry in advance for the length!
My sister and I used to go to a small Chinese private school in Malabon before moving to Canada. It is a very long rectangular building with a mezzanine where the science labs, school clinic and library are located. The end of the mezzanine houses an expansive stairwell that leads from the upstairs classrooms down to where the washrooms are. Kids could hold full games of cops & robbers in these stairwells. To lessen confusion about this stairwell, there would be the classroom-level stairs, then you'd have to walk through an expansive landing to get to the last set of stairs to the washrooms. Whoever the architect was wasted a lot of space here as there are storage rooms located off to the side of the landing for extra desks and chairs. The mezzanine is usually quiet while classes are ongoing, as all four rooms were only ever unlocked when needed.
The end of the mezzanine and stairwell were rumored to be haunted for a few reasons: 1) the lack of constant human activity in this space, 2) some of our more sensitive classmates would swear they could feel things walking through there, 3) we'd always find random, unexplainably squashed kittens. I say unexplainable because the kittens' bodies would be the only things completely flattened; their heads would be fine, and there was never any blood/innards surrounding the poor things to suggest they've been stepped on.
I had two personal experiences with the mezzanine.
Stay Away
Wanting confirm the rumors, I somehow roped our class president into coming with me to investigate. I'd forgotten why we had to stay later that day. It must have been because of one of the after-school AP programs just because the class prez was there, too. Even most of the cleaning staff had all gone home. It was dusk (around 5:30PM). We'd asked the last cleaner if we could pop up into the mezzanine because "I'd lost my watch earlier and would like to look for it." Heh heh heh.
I mentioned the end stairwells, but there is a more normal-sized staircase at the front end of the mezzanine that comes up from the main quadrangle. We went up those steps and crept past the first science lab. So far so good. The class prez was squeezing the life out of my arm as we crept halfway past the second science lab when a loud bang that sounded like a chair being slammed down came from the end of the hallway. Class prez and I froze, and then she took off running back down to the quadrangle! I stayed for a bit to see if whoever it was might come out, or even cuss for dropping a chair. Nothing else happened to I took it as my cue to leave.
I realize this could be attributed to gravity, but that would have meant the chair fell pretty darn perfectly to not cause any other falling noises.
The Black Lady
Our mom was the head science teacher which sometimes meant my sister and I had to stay later at school with her.
One afternoon we were with our mom in one of the science labs when my sister needed to go to the washroom. She's about 9 or 10 in this story. We were hanging out and doing homework while mom did inventory on the equipment for her class the next day. She takes the stairway towards the back end of the mezzanine. A few minutes later she comes back to the science lab.
"There was a lady who came out of the storage room on the bottom floor as I was coming down the stairs."
"Oh? Was it Ate Beth?" I asked. Ate Beth was usually in charge of grabbing chairs and desks out of the storage rooms. I thought it was weird that she'd just say "lady"; everyone knew the cleaning staff by name.
"No, she was taller and skinnier. She had a black dress on." My sister's telling me this in the matter-of-fact, oblivious way kids do sometimes. I'm not even sure she properly processed what she saw.
"A black dress," I gaped at her. "Did she see you?" I'm trying to keep a level head because I'm familiar with the Philippine superstitions surrounding black ladies. Making eye contact with them usually meant you'd die in a matter of days.
"No. She moved very fast from the storage room and out towards the washrooms. I didn't even see her by the time I got there." She thought for a bit. "Hey, I don't think I even heard the storage door open. She was just already there."
The storage room door and its hinges are cast-iron.
At this point I decided to distract her with the displays around the lab before she starts thinking too hard about her black lady.
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 28, 2020 8:02:49 GMT -6
Interesting experiences ... poor kittens.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 28, 2020 10:39:42 GMT -6
The Figure by Keajen017 Back in April 2011, me and my then partner moved into a flat with our 10 month old son, now the flat we moved to used to be a house which the upstairs was converted to, so there was a staircase leading up to flat and it was open, so a huge landing and then multiple rooms coming off of it as you would expect for an upstairs of a house.
The first 2 weeks were quiet in the flat, nothing out of the ordinary, until one night we were asleep, and were woken by a high pitched scream through the baby monitor, thought it was our son so went to check and he was sound asleep... Bit odd but thought nothing of it at that point.
Fast forward 4 months, my partner and I split and so it was just me and my son who was now 1 years old on the flat... This is where things get interesting.
One evening I was layed on my sofa and my son was on my lap, he was staring out into the hallway, and was playing peekaboo? For some reason it really freaked me out so much so I told my son off for doing it! Later that night around 2am I woke up to use the bathroom and as I headed through the landing I saw my kettle light turned on, rubbed my eyes and looked again still on and then it boiled so I ran back to bed and hid like a child under my duvet.
A few days later I was again in bed and heard a thud in the living room so went to check it out and there was a candle that was on the fire place that had fallen and was rolling across the floor and stopped next to my foot. Again freaked out and ran back to bed. A hour or so later I hear a door handle move (coming from my sons room) got up thinking it was him. Checked and he was asleep. A few minutes later same thing again. This time I really thought it was my son as I'd just been in so thought I woke him, but again still asleep, as I turned to shut his door back up, I saw my bathroom door handle turn, so I ran back to bed terrified!
I started staying at my sisters house a lot after this as I was scared! When I did come home one day, I was in for a shock!
As I walked up the stairs, my son's toy was going off and it was making sounds that need to be activated by a ball (you roll a ball down and it hits the button as it rolls over it) and in my son's room all his drawers were open, wardrobe open, and his china money box sat perfectly on the floor (it was in his wardrobe on a shelf)
After that lots happened.
Things would move, footsteps on the landing, even the bath plug disappeared and later showed up on top of a shampoo bottle.
I met a new partner in 2012 and one night we went out and came back around 11pm. We both saw a black/brown tall slim figure on the landing! We saw this on multiple occasions!
6 months later I found out I was pregnant with my 2nd son, and a few days after I found out I woke up I don't know what time and rolled over, I saw a man, no legs, red cotton jumper, long grey/white hair and beard just stood next to my partner! Didn't look at or just stood.
I don't understand what happened in that flat, but it freaked the hell out of me!
We moved 7 months later. 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 29, 2020 7:42:31 GMT -6
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone