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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 26, 2020 12:09:45 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 3, 2020 17:31:40 GMT -6
Them Soldiers Is Dead/civil War by MrsRamsay I've written here about a few things related to family members who've died, but it was an incident about three years ago that was a watershed moment for me when it comes to believing in the paranormal. Before this incident, I rationalized that I probably just WANTED things to happen that I could say were related to my deceased family members. Even though I was open-minded about things, when they would happen my attitude was one of "OK, THAT's interesting, but we'll never really know if it's really supernatural."
And then I went for a walk at a nearby Civil War battlefield and found it IS real.
I prefer not to name the specific place, and there's a reason for that. There is very little on the internet about this area being haunted and I think that's good. I consider this to be hallowed ground and a safe place, very near my neighborhood, and I wouldn't want to attract people who don't care about the area or are just coming to stir things up or perhaps do weird ceremonies... Or who might not respect the soldiers who gave their last full measure. I'd like to recount my experiences at this place in the order that I remember; some of it might not be pertinent, but one of you might catch something I've missed.
So this battlefield is a National Park, and it's also got miles of trails to walk upon. When I was younger, I'd run the trails every so often, but for some reason, even though it has the perfect, shaded dirt paths, I never really felt good about running there. Once, at least ten years ago, while walking with some neighbor ladies, I got such an uncomfortable feeling that I told them to run... They just thought it was about exercise, I never told them it was pure anxiety and a real flight reflex (in the light of day). At that time, I'd never felt that way in my life. I'm rarely afraid.
At this park, there is a visitor center that's usually quite busy, with parking lots and sometimes re-enactments. But in a more remote part of the park there is a monument that was paid for by the people of Illinois in memory of their boys who died in one terrible battle in 1864. About 15 years ago, I wanted to take my then-boyfriend to see this monument. He was from out west and military, and I thought he would appreciate some Civil War history. After you park in the lot, you have to go down a path that's flanked by the dirt battlements, which were the positions of the southern cannon at the top of a steep hill about the length of a football field and a half. The tall monument stands at the top of this hill, and as we walked towards it the air seemed to get more humid (if that's possible here) and the surrounding woods went dead quiet. We noticed a half dozen deer gazing at us from the tree line in a strange way. I can't think of a good way to explain it. Neither of us said anything at that time, but both were surprised to discover much later that we both felt something strange.
Fast forward. My pre-teen son and I went for a walk there 3 years ago in September. It was a Tuesday, a day off school, and it was about 2pm as we approached from the downhill direction (the way the Union Army would have been approaching before the battle). The path we were on goes a little ways down to a creek, which is also the tree line where the Union troops would've been waiting and gathering. I had a new I-phone and took it out to take some photos of my son on the little bridge there. On a whim, I decided to walk up the hill with the recorder on. I had been hearing some disembodied yells as we approached the area, but I assumed it must be some kids on the path in the trees. Could this have been the subconscious reason I turned the recorder on? I don't know, I've never tried to do EVPs, though had seen it on tv. I felt a little embarrassed and I also did not want my son to see what I was doing. But I did it anyway.
We walked up the hill of the battlefield. About halfway up I asked my son if he heard the yells coming at regular intervals, maybe every two minutes. He said he did. He stood on a tree stump and waited while I huffed my way up the hill. We got to the top, took a few more photos at the monument and then went back home, only passing one older couple the entire hike.
When we got home, I listened to the tape (I still call it a tape, sorry) and definitely heard the yells. So did my husband. We also heard a sound that my military husband said "has the sound and cadence of artillery fire" which we had NOT heard in person. And finally, when we turned up the volume, we realized we really had an EVP.
When standing at the bottom of the hill, I captured a male voice saying, "There's something here I don't trust..." with a female laugh. At the point I asked my son if he heard the yells, on the tape you can hear a VERY deep voice say "hear" and then, before my son answers, a young boy's voice, very close to me, can be heard saying, "them soldiers is dead." A minute later the same voice says, "what's that?" and I remember standing there and holding my phone out in front of me.
As I told my husband, I could not have come up with that line "them soldiers is dead" if my life depended on it. I'm particular about grammar.
The boy in the recording sounds younger than my son. And closer to me than he was.
I was amazed. Then I didn't listen to it for a long time. What can you do with it? Then the kids went to camp -- months later -- and my husband and I went out to dinner near the battlefield and had a glass of wine and discussed it again. We decided to stop by, nearing dusk on that summer evening. There were quite a few people at the monument. As we sat on a bench at the top of the battlefield, I thought I felt something touch the back of my hair and reached up to swat something away. Only later, thinking about it, I realized it was not a bug, or anything else I could think of. It was like my hair flipping. Then we walked to the bottom of the hill to the tree line. Husband mentioned that it smelled just like the wet canvas of old fashioned military tents. "You never forget that smell," my skeptic said, and I just answered, "Well, I don't see any wet canvas in these woods, do you?" He walked up the hill ahead of me, back to the parking lot, while I took my time trying to feel anything. I finally started up, somewhat disappointed that everything seemed normal. But as I walked up I got so winded... By the time I crested the hill, where the most men had died and been burned, I felt like I'd run a marathon, could barely catch my breath and had to stop and lean on a fence a minute before making it to the car. At that moment I thought, WOW am I getting old and out of shape. But just a few weeks later, my son and I went to take photos for a school project and I walked up without even being winded, like it was NOTHING. That's when I realized my previous experience, getting winded on that hill, was more about anxiety and perhaps what those soldiers were feeling as they ran up that forlorn hope to their deaths.
I drive by this place all the time, but have not been back since my son needed the photos, over a year ago. I'm a little afraid to go back, even though I'm truly enamored by the place and tons of people walk there every day, and pay tribute to the fallen troops. I found this website when I was looking for anyone else who had an experience there.
One more quick thing: I sent my EVP to a local Civil War historian with my thoughts. He e-mailed back that he couldn't hear a thing. I really don't believe him. I believe he heard it, but won't admit it. He did tell me, however, that the battle that took place killing more than 3,000 men in an hour on that hill happened after the Union troops had been mired in our area with daily rainstorms that kept them and their equipment soaked for more than a month. Wet canvas. That bit of information was something. Would love to hear your thoughts. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 4, 2020 7:43:05 GMT -6
Old battlefields have strong psychic energy so her experience is not surprising.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 4, 2020 12:06:55 GMT -6
Fluorescent Light Flickers by aiciyee0426 This is my first time writing my own experience about the unexplained (ghosts?), so please bear with my grammatical errors, if there are any.
It was June 2016 when I started going to an English communications training in Leyte. The company's training site was a rented space within a known university in Tacloban.
During our first few weeks, I already felt weird inside the training facility even when I was just passing by the hallway to our training room. It felt like someone's watching on the empty rooms as I pass by. But I was just able to ignore it since our shift at that time was during the day (from 6 AM - 3 PM).
I can no longer remember what week it was when we went to training at night. Then there was this one night when I brought my friend's guitar with me to our training since we just had a gig. I think our 1-hour break was at 2 AM. After I and my co-trainees ate (we had this little pot luck), I played "I'll Be" on the guitar. We were all singing since everybody knows the song.
We were already on the song's bridge part when suddenly, the lights on the lobby (where we are) started flickering. At first, we thought one of our co-trainees was just playing the switch near him (that guy was on the sink washing his food container, and was the "comedian" of the team) but when he pressed the switch, it lighted the area he's at. One of the guys went to the entrance to check if the switches located there was for the lobby's, it was, and no one was there when it started flickering.
After that confirmation, that's when we felt a sudden rush of breeze (like someone running just passed by us). We glanced at each other and have this weird and scared look on our faces.
Our trainer already had a pale face and was already asking us to stop the jam and was saying "maybe they are irritated by the noise". When we stopped our jam, the flickering also stopped. That's when one of our ATEs (older sisters) said she saw a child's shadow running to our training room.
What or who could those be? Is it possible that they didn't like our singing? 
But anyhow, it was a really weird experience. After that eventful night, we tried not to talk about it and respect the silence of the evening. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 5, 2020 9:30:15 GMT -6
Ghostly singing critics ... LOL
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 5, 2020 12:16:28 GMT -6
Behind The Bushes by ax10s What I'm about to share with you is what I have experienced a
Couple of weeks ago on my way home from work.
My home is located in a mountain village 9 kilometers away from the nearest highway. It's really a remote area where you need to pass through an abandoned Commercial building.
One night from work, I went to fetch my fiance from her school in Downtown area of Cebu. It already 8pm by then, she's a Law Student so that's pretty normal for us. Then we grab some fast-food on the way. We also bought food for her Truck driver (she owns a dump truck).
So, we decided to hitch a ride on her dump truck on its way home from delivering sand. It's already 10pm at that time. So we are still in the city and we have to travel 15km to the South to reach our town (Minglanilla). From the highway, we need to travel 7-8km to reach the village in which she lives. But she and I don't live near with each other. I still need to walk a 1km or more to reach my house, so they just dropped me off at the vantage point near the abandoned building I was talking about, and I started walking down the road, its 11pm by then.
First, let me describe the road I'm walking on. It's a well maintained road where you can notice some cracks on the cement. When I'm walking home, to my left would be the compound of the abandoned commercial Building which now has several roaming guards (theft is common), also to my right would be wilderness. As in trees, bushes and a river down the cliff. There would be light from guard outpost but most of the way would be dark. As you approached the near end of the road you would go through beneath gigantic trees of Acacia and Camachile rowed along the road, this would be pitch black even if there's moonlight, and here will be the subject of my experience.
As I walked along the road, I passed 3 guard outpost already, all of which has no lights (odd!). Almost near the 4th guard post, its lit but no one is on the watch (odd again). After that would be the pass beneath the trees in which I caught a unusual scent, a burnt candle.
Now, when you smell a burnt candle out of nowhere it's always associated to spirits. So I smelled burnt candles as I walked past those trees then this creature suddenly screamed, startled me. Mind you, I was sweating already from the walking and also by the fact that I'm not ALONE. You can't imagine how afraid I am that night, but I didn't show it. I flashed my cellphone's light towards the bushes, I can't see it but it's moving away from me (I guess). It's rustling the leaves but I can't seem to catch a glimpse of it. Its growl sounded like a BOAR, yes a BOAR. It sounded quite big and I feel it's close but I really can't see it.
I did walk fast, no turning back what's behind me, I know something is behind me, observing. I got home, drenched in sweat but safe.
I always walk down that road whenever me and my fiance hitch-hiked.
That place was also associated with a dog which turned into a human, a neighbor of mine witnessed it when he passed through that one time.
He just yelled at it "way unay silingan" which is a local dialect that means "No neighbors included" then sprint out. When we say "no neighbors included" means that we kind of suspected who that was and remind them to bother someone else or not bother someone at all.
Now, if that was indeed a normal boar, I can't imagine how can it move away so fast? And is the smell of candle associates to that creature? I'm quite doubtful whether or not what I have experience was related to my neighbor. A lot of people already saw that BOAR, they described it as big, with red eyes, and seems to be hairy.
There's a lot of unanswered experience and this one is the least of it 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 6, 2020 9:04:31 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 6, 2020 11:28:06 GMT -6
The Hall Of Horror by 22jamann Growing up in my aunt's house was absolute torture. We had to move out of my grandma's house and into her house because it was closer to a better school for me and my brother.
It was my 10th birthday when the activity started. I was having a sleepover with my friend, and it was around 4:00 in the morning. She looked up, then turned pale white. I asked her what was wrong and she pointed at the wall. I looked up and saw a clear as day shadow person. It was completely black. When I looked up at it, it just turned around and walked away.
I ran down the hall and woke up my dad and told him what happened, but he just laughed it off saying we were tired, which I believed for a while. Then I started thinking, if we were both tired, would we have seen the same thing?
I didn't know if that was it at the time, but not even a month later I got my answer. It was real. It was the middle of the night and I had the weirdest nightmare that I don't really remember, but when I woke up, there was a yellow figure on top of me. It was huddled on top of me holding my arms and legs down, it turned its head and slowly evaporated.
Every night until we moved since that night there was something behind the bedroom door. I used to sleep with the hall light on and the door open. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to a thing I can only describe as darkness peaking at me from behind the door, like going out and in like it was scared.
One morning I woke up on a Saturday. My brother and I shared a bedroom at the time. My brother had already woken up and I saw a little boy sleeping on my brother's bed. I just left the room and let the little boy sleep there.
There was another night where I was sitting on the couch reading a book and, I'm not joking, heard an evil laugh. It sounded like my dad slightly, so I looked up, thinking he was home playing a joke, but when I did a shadow man floated through my legs and into the wall. I stared at the wall trying to find it. For a few minutes, I couldn't walk. It was around 11:00, I was playing with my toys and I saw the shadow of my dad coming down the hall, laughing. It was him. It was shaped like him and the laugh was his, I heard him snoring in his room at the same time.
One day me and my brother were going to scare my mom when she came home from work with Nerf guns, and I saw the shadow walk down the hall behind him.
To this day, when I visit my aunt's house, I won't go into the hall after dark. 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 7, 2020 7:18:01 GMT -6
This house would be a scary one to go back to.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 7, 2020 8:30:08 GMT -6
A Series Of Unfortunate Events by Aorn Hey everyone, hope you're all doing well right now because you won't be after reading this...
To paint you the picture, I live in France more specifically Limoges with my roommates. So me and my roomies are pretty idiots, and we love doing urban explorations in supposed haunted places and with some searching we've found out that there was a haunted house about 2 hours from our place. I don't consider myself as a "believe in paranormal" kind of guy, but I am quite intrigued by all the phenomena that are happening and are shared on Youtube, Reddit and well; your;ghost stories.
Anyway me and my friends were looking for something spooky so we got into a house which is supposed to be haunted. We didn't really see something but there was a bizarre feeling when we've got into the house. First of all, the door was kind of hard to open, at some point I've thought that the doorknob would stay in my hand. So we got in and we've visited. Very dirty, dust everywhere, stairs were on the brink of collapsing, and we felt like someone or something was spying on us.
One of my roomies almost fell through a hole that was on the upstairs bedroom. Luckily, someone caught her before she dropped to a certain injury or even maybe death. But as I've said we didn't see much and we left after an hour spent in the house. What is interesting is what happened the day after the "visit". The next morning me and the 2 other had quite strange experiences. When I woke up, my left leg hurts really bad although I didn't hit something or fall during the trip. One of the roomie had weird nightmares about deaths, fires and sickness. The technology of the last one didn't work at all. The TV didn't show anything but a black screen and his PS4 kept on turning itself off. A little moment after that we even had to move because spiders and cockroaches spawned in our apartment which we never really understood because we've never had this kind of problem before and the apartment never showed any lack of hygiene.
Once again I'm not a believer but I gotta say that this series of unfortunate events really spooked me. We've never returned to the house, we've never really talked about it and it's fine by me. 👻 |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 7, 2020 8:50:24 GMT -6
Waveless Ocean by Michael Thirlaway The sailless ship glided smoothly across the waveless ocean. Captain Blake Osric looked over at the crew, each performing their mundane tasks, confused at how the ship was moving without wind. The vast smooth sea stretched in all directions, endless. It looked like a giant mirror, the reflection of the sun in the sky broken by the small ripples the ship created. The bleak silence of it all sent a shiver up Blakes spine. He could have heard a pin drop into the water a mile away.
“Nathan!” Blake shouted. The boatswain didn’t answer. He was frantically pulling on a thick rope. Blake stepped away from the helm and went down the steps to the deck. “Hey!” Blake bound toward him, Nathan still pulled the rope, trying to bring down a sail. “Are you deaf? When the Captain calls, you answer!” Blake bellowed.
He heard a mutter coming from Nathan’s mouth. “Sail’s stuck…. Sail’s stuck… Sail’s stuck…” He kept mumbling.
“Nathan?” Blake said anxiously. He went to turn him around, then pulled his hand back as he realized Nathan was soaking. A smell like a combination of fish and seaweed protruded from him, Blake pressed a tissue to his nose. Water dripped from Nathan's hat, hair, shirt and trousers. All drenched. He kept mumbling the same words as Blake circled around.
The sight almost made Blake vomit. Nathan’s skin was milk white. His face was podgy and swelled where it used to be skinny and sharp. Water leaked from his misty eyes, and from his mouth each time he mumbled the same phrase over and over. Blake stepped away as the salty-saliva mix splashed on his shoes.
Blake left him there to pull the rope and repeat his words. Where’s my daughter? He thought. He saw Benjamin perched up in the crow’s nest. “Ben! Have you seen Anna?” He shouted. Like Nathan, there was no response. “What's wrong with you lot!” He screamed; he could have snapped the steps with how hard he forced his way up the ladder. Sprinkles of water splashed Blake’s face. Not him too...
“Too much rain cap’n… Can’t see… Too windy...” Ben mumbled, rocking around on the spot. But there was no wind. The day was clear, not a cloud in the sky. Blake’s nerves sent him on edge now. He remembered bringing his daughter on the ship, but he couldn’t remember when, or why. He clawed at his head trying to remember, hoping he could pry the answers from it.
Ben’s repeated mumbling in the background didn’t help. “Damn you wretches!” Blake boomed. His crewmate was behaving like Nathan. Oozing water from his bone white, puffy, bald head, mired in the stench of the sea.
He slid down the ladder and feverishly dashed around the deck to see the crewmembers. Each one stationed at his post, some were scrubbing, some carrying supplies and some fastening equipment down.
“Fatboy! You seen Anna anywhere?” He asked a man carrying a cannonball. Fatboy’s nickname had become his real name long ago. He didn’t stop moving for Blake. The Captain grabbed fatboy’s arm. It felt soft and rotten. Water came seeping out of it, as if Blake was ringing a towel.
“Giant waves… Giant waves… Giant waves…” He groaned, dribbling puddles of water every time.
“STOP IT!” Blake roared. “ALL OF YOU JUST STOP IT!” This felt worse than a mutiny, it was like Blake didn’t exist to them. He had to find Anna; she could be in danger. The thought of her alone with the crew like this made his skin crawl.
Fatboy slipped his arm from his Captains grip and continued walking, aimlessly. What were they talking about? There was no wind, no sail to be stuck, no waves. Which made the whole thing even more confusing. Come to think of it, Blake didn’t even remember how he got here. He only remembered being at the helm of the ship.
Blake made his way below-deck. Thin rays of light pierced the portholes, making the dank room look ghastly as the white crewmembers wandered around. Their low groaning echoed through the deck. He searched frantically for his daughter.
“Sinking… Sinking…” One of them moaned as he walked past Blake.
“We’re not sinking!” Blake shouted, forgetting they were ignoring him. “ARGHH!” He screamed, smashing his fist into a thick wooden pole. A sharp pain shot down his arm and his knuckles were red-raw.
Blake shoved past them to descend to the bottom deck. Anna could be down there. The bottom deck was dark, only lit by the dim light coming from the staircase. The sound of dripping water clapping against wood rang in the room.
“Why did Cap’n make us sail here…” A low voice grunted from the corner. I didn’t make us sail anywhere, Blake thought in response, speaking was pointless. His mind was blank, he couldn’t remember giving orders to sail anywhere… Where was the last place they went?
Blake could see a small shoe on the edge of the light. His body jumped with excitement, it had to be her shoe, she was only eleven. He felt the urge to rush over as fast as he could. The girl became clearer, in her little white nightgown “Anna!” He cried.
“Are we going to die, father?” Came a high-pitched mumble.
The words hit him like a carriage. Don’t you dare repeat that, Anna… Please… He thought as the color left his face. But she did. A tear streamed down his face as he slowly approached her. Where her face was once slim and beautiful, it had turned sour and rotten. Water ran down her thin black hair, and seeped from her face when she spoke, she smelt like a decaying fish.
Blake didn’t care, the grief washed away any disgust he might have felt. He still loved her, how could he not? He embraced her into his arms as she kept mumbling “Are we going to die, father?” Cold water drained from her, drenching his overcoat and shirt.
He felt memories bubbling at the front of his brain the longer he held Anna. He remembered being terrified, running out of time. Memories of rain lashing against his face, thrown at him by icy wind, Anna screaming in her bed.
“Was it worth it?” A deep, firm voice called from the darkness behind him. Blake heard a metal chain rattling with footsteps getting louder. Stay tuned for more. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 10, 2020 15:31:25 GMT -6
A ghost story that is scary so far.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 10, 2020 17:53:50 GMT -6
Blake turned around. A tall, brawny man with jet-black skin and dark blue runic tattoos emerged from the darkness, drinking in the tiny amount of light in the room. This wasn’t one of his brain-dead crew. The man wore a metal helmet that covered his face, with curved horns arching down from the sides. He was shirtless, only wearing boots and trousers, with chains wrapped around them. He had a rusty unlit lantern in one hand and a thick cleaver in the other, bound to his arm with a chain. Blake’s heart started thumping. “You did this to my daughter and crew?” He tried to sound calm. The tall man erupted in a deep laugh. “No, you did. I had a fat feast on their spirits that you so kindly brought on a platter.” Blake clenched his fists as the tall man faced him, he was twice his size. Blake didn’t care, his blood was boiling. The anger made him forget his fear. This monster took away his daughter, and his crew, he took everything from him. Blake quickly tried to reach his gun. The man kneed him in the gut, forcing him down to face his lantern, now glowing. A blue light flashed in his eyes, and he remembered everything. How his daughter was sick with a deadly plague, she was running out of time. He remembered hearing of a cure in a distant land. Then it came back to him… The storm. Blake remembered the grey clouds, bright jolts of lighting crashing from the sky, the freezing rain. The Captain commanded the ship to sail through anyway, fearing for Anna's life. “Sail’s stuck!” He remembered Nathan screaming as giant waves smashed against the hull. “Too much rain cap’n, I can’t see anything, too windy!” He remembered Ben shouting from the crow’s nest when he asked him to spot a way out of the storm. “Are we going to die, father?” The memory of Anna's words were like a shard through his heart, they hurt no less now as they did then, with her crying in his arms. Those were the last words Blake heard them say before a wave tipped the ship over, and the sea claimed them all... He felt colder as his soul was being ripped from his body. Blake’s life flashed before him on a reel as the lantern sucked in pieces of his mind. He jerked his head free and smashed his face straight into the glow, knocking it away from him. Blake collapsed to the floor and took a deep breath, his humanity, and all its warmth, poured back into him. “Irritating mortal!” The monstrous man boomed and swung his cleaver down. Blake slashed up with his sword. A shock cracked through his arm as the heavy chained cleaver bounced off his thin blade with a sharp shriek. Blake kicked the man's kneecap and sent him reeling. He wiped a tear from his eye as he glanced at Anna one last time, then raced up the stairs, hearing the screams of rage behind him. Farewell, my girl. His crewmates tumbled over as he forced his way past them. The cleaver shot past him several times, like a coiled snake repeatedly pouncing. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers as he climbed to the top deck, the ghost-white crew still at their tasks. There was nowhere to go now, he could try killing the monster chasing him, at the risk of being sucked into his lantern. The man's heavy footsteps got closer, Blake's heart was throwing itself against his chest. Blake ran to hide around the main mast. Where Nathan kept moaning “Sail stuck… Sail Stu-” The cleaver flew through his puffy white head, soggy green brains and chunks of skull burst out as the cleaver got stuck in the mast. The man tugged on the chain, struggling to wretch his weapon from the mast as Nathan's puffy corpse collapsed. Blake pulled his double-barreled flintlock pistol from his belt, aimed at his target and squeezed the trigger. The pistol cracked like a whip, with a bright flare and thick puff of smoke. Blake’s face contorted in shock as the rounds bounced off the man's helmet. He roared and threw the pistol at the man, who pulled his cleaver from the wood. The cleaver crashed into the rail as Blake ran toward the front of the ship and stood at the base of the bowsprit. He looked over the edge at the calm, clear blue water. He hesitated, then looked back at the tattooed jet-black man bounding towards him. “Don’t you dare! Nobody escapes me in the spirit realm!” He shouted in his deep voice. He swung the cleaver again. Blake jerked to the side, missing it by an inch. Anything’s better than that, he thought. He climbed over the rail and leapt into the water. It was warm, thousands of translucent corpses with rotten flesh and empty eye sockets were floating around beneath him. His eyes widened and bubbles fizzed from his mouth, he let out a muffled scream. Blake thrashed his arms and legs frantically to get to the surface, but he kept sinking... As if two hands latched to his shoulders and forced him down. Sleep now, a soothing voice in the back of his head sang, he obeyed. 👻 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 11, 2020 10:44:45 GMT -6
Okay this was rather gross LOL
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 11, 2020 11:45:27 GMT -6
I agree, but I just take them like they come. That way, I know where I have been. Some are definitely better than others.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 11, 2020 12:02:40 GMT -6
Psych Affiliation Dorm Scary Experience by DarriuxDarkk This happened when I was in college studying Nursing way back 2007 or 2008. It was my 3rd year on the course and this was when I was staying in the Philippines.
This story happened when we were having our psychiatric affiliation with Vicente Sotto Memorial Hospital in Cebu City. For those who may have been familiar with the place, I ask that if you can tell me more about the dormitory that we stayed there. It's a dormitory that is near the hospital and the psych wards. I am not from Cebu so I have no idea of the history of the place. So knowing if it is really haunted would really give me peace of mind as I've witnessed some weird and scary stuff happening during our stay there. We arrived at that said dormitory, as I recall it was almost dusk and evening was fast approaching. The first impression when we entered the place was the darkness all over the place. Even with the lights on it felt a little bit darker for me at that time, be it physically or metaphorically that was how I remember it initially upon stepping foot on the place. Next thing I noticed was how the dormitory was shaped. It was circular and there are stairs that lead to the 2nd floor where the rooms are. There were columns supporting the circular dormitory which to me if I imagine drawing lines I can probably imagine making a pentagram from the circular formations of the columns. My memory might be mixed with imagination that time but that is how it felt like and how I perceived it to be. That being said you can only imagine the weird vibes the dormitory is putting off. Boys and Girls are separated by their own rooms. One room can occupy almost 10 people. It has double decks arranged as if like a military barracks, that's the best I can describe it with. We arrived at our boys room and the first thing I noticed was we have a balcony at the very back of the room where we can do laundry and stuff. 'How cool was that', was what I originally thought but that changed immediately when I stepped out to the balcony alone. Right outside of the balcony has this huge Acacia Tree and right that instant I felt like I was being watched and I had these goosebumps all over my skin. I shrugged it off and went inside the boys room bearing in mind not to go out there if alone. We stayed there for 2 weeks so on our first few days of our stay some weird things have been already happening. I already knew that there was something off with the place but I didn't tell anyone as it was unnecessary to make my classmates get scared just because I felt like the place is off and weird. That didn't last long though as they experienced hauntings all on their own. Experience 1 I have this girl classmate that lost her phone. She swore she just placed it on her bed and she couldn't find it anywhere. We originally thought someone must have took it. Logically thinking that was possible. We tried to call her phone and someone answered it after a few rings. All I know was that it was an old lady voice at the other end of the line per my classmate's description of the voice as we were waiting for their conversations to start. My classmate kept on saying hello and if the lady took her phone but we can see that she was getting confused and stressed talking to the stranger. She abruptly hangs up the phone, and we were baffled as to why, so we asked her what happened and where's her phone. She was shaking and scared, I can tell something spooked her out from that phone call. She said the old lady was talking in bisaya (a dialect from Cebu) something about how pretty she was and she likes her hair. I can't speak bisaya but that was roughly what my classmate said. What made her creep out about the whole thing was that it was as if the old lady knew her or had been watching her to say that she likes her hair. It was just unnerving, we shrugged it off as probably a prank caller. We were all at the hallway at this time since boys are not allowed on the girls room. That same moment when my classmate decided to go back to the girls room, she freaked out and guess where was her phone, it was on her bed, same place where she said she placed it in the first place.
Experience 2
We have at that time a vacant room where there are double decks same as our rooms but no one occupies that room. My classmates and I decided to stay there and hang out rather than staying in the hallway all the time. The girls decided to talk about stuff, probably their crushes, I don't know, I was minding my own business laying on one of the empty beds. I was using my phone to pass the time since we're not doing anything yetm when I heard a commotion on the other side of the room. The girls were yelling and running towards the door and out of the room. Of course I went after them along with some of the boys that were also hanging out in there to see what was going on. My girl classmates were so freaked out some of them were crying as they relay what happened. They were of course just doing girls stuff and gossiping at the far end of the room when one of them decided to record their convos with their cell phone just for fun they said. Nothing out of the ordinary happened while they were talking but when they played the conversations on the phone, we all can hear it. There was no mistake, there was another voice in the background and at first it was so faint in sound but as it progresses we can hear it. It was a girl (not an old lady but a young girl's voice), singing. I can't understand what she was singing but I can tell it was a bisaya song, almost like an old tuned song. We were all freaked out, the girl even managed to throw the phone away as if it was haunted or something.
Experience 3
This is by far the scariest I have experienced while staying there. This happened when we were all sleeping during the night and a few days after all the creepy stuffs going on that time. I remember I was on the top bunk/bed. Lights were dimmed already and all of my classmates were asleep. I felt this hair raising sensation as if someone is staring at you from the darkness. I was facing the back side of the room where the balcony door was leading to the huge Acacia tree outside. A few moments later my sensation of dread just intensified and I noticed a shadowy figure forming at the very end of the room by the balcony door. I was petrified, unable to move at what I was witnessing. I am fully awake as I watched this entity in a shape of a female with ragged hair and though not much features of the face I can tell but the eyes were red and almost malevolent. I can tell it was looking at my classmates as if searching for something but at that instant I felt like it knew I was awake and watching it and at just that instant when I blinked my eye, she was right in front of my bed and staring malevolently at me. Scared and horrified was an understatement as far as I can say. I can feel my heart pounding and all my hairs at the back of my neck and arms are standing up. Although I was scared I held my cross necklace that I was wearing that time and spoke to it "In the name of Jesus Christ umalis ka dito, hindi ka namin ginagambala" (in the name of Jesus Christ, leave us be, We are not doing anything to you.) At that instant it vanished just like that. The next day a classmate of mine asked me, why was I talking alone last night. I just didn't tell him about what I saw so no one will freak out more as they already were. Suffice to say that was one of the most memorable moments while staying on that dorm. Thank you for reading. 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 12, 2020 11:33:37 GMT -6
Very spooky happenings there  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 12, 2020 13:30:15 GMT -6
A Nightmare Which Came True by ScarletMystique I often used to visit my grandparents in summer vacations with my parents when I was a little kid. I was always very adamant on "being on my own" as it made me feel like a big girl. So on one instance, my parents decided to leave me alone with my grandparents for a week, which was a very big deal for me as they were always around wherever I was.
My grandparents lived in a large three-storey mansion; there was only one room on the first floor and the second floor was terrace. Although I was glad to have freedom and independence, sometimes the house was too silent, and I couldn't miss any sound, no matter how soft or low. I would hear unfamiliar footsteps from the room on first floor. Sometimes they came from my (supposedly) mom's room, which I had for myself while I stayed. I asked my grandmother once if she could hear the footsteps. And she just shook her head.
"Did your mother tell you the story of footsteps?", she asked me.
Which was odd, because she hadn't.
I didn't say anything but my grandmother continued, "She always used to complain about someone else in the house but I have never heard or seen anything."
Two days later, I was sleeping in my mom's bedroom, and I had this nightmare that while I slept on the bed, a long dark figure stood over me, just watching me, it had no eyes but its head was bent toward my direction. It kept looking at me for a long while, but then all of a sudden it reached out to grab my wrist.
I was so terrified, I woke up all sweaty even though there was plenty air conditioning in the room. I reached out for the lights immediately, but as I switched them on, my wrist pained as if it had been heavily sprained. I gasped at the pain and looked at my hand. There was big red band all over the wrist, like all the muscles along the circumference of my hand had been pulled. I didn't even bother switching the lights off, I just ran to my grandmother's room and crawled up in her bed.
Next morning, my hand was fine.
I didn't say anything to my grandmother or grandfather but I ensured they were around me all the time and slept with them through the rest of the week. Nothing happened again.
When I got back home, I told my mom about it and she told me the "thing" only bothers those who "pay attention" to it. According to her, I wasn't used to so much of silence and that's how it got to me. The key, to avoid the "haunting" was to keep your mind busy. The more you have on your mind, the easier you can tune it out (which explained why my grandparents never heard it, and neither did I after the night because I was always thinking about whether someone is around me or not).
I always kept myself busy after that whenever I visited the house. They still live in the same house. And I didn't experience it again. 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 13, 2020 11:55:39 GMT -6
A scary dark figure for sure  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 13, 2020 13:16:45 GMT -6
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 14, 2020 10:38:25 GMT -6
A fitting scary window scratching to end this one  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 14, 2020 22:13:32 GMT -6
Back In Time by Pasindu This story I am about to tell you that happened to me over 13 years back. I was in Qatar for my industrial degree and I never had anyone there as a friend or a family to look after me.
I was living in a small room, I even had to use a common toilet until I made some friends after about three weeks attending my classes and we all moved in to one Villa. Seven guys; two from Nepal, two from Philippines, one India and myself and another from Sri Lanka.
It was a two story house and newly built and situated in Matar Qadeem Area, it's a residential area with shops and shopping malls.
What's common in those houses are the rooftops, there were no roof top except decorated with chairs and tables to chill in the evenings which is what exactly we did when we came home after lectures.
I have to tell you, we all of us were smokers, we smoke cigarettes often at home specially after coming home on the roof top chatting and drinking energy drinks, eating junk.
Behind to our house these was a road, width of four vehicles and next to the road (Left Side) a huge empty land, this land was under construction and it was all covered by a wall. We could see inside of that land from our roof top but not from the road.
One day as usual we were on the rooftop at around 6.15PM and having red bull and smoking and talking about movies and just spending time.
We were looking at the surroundings while we talk. But something was unusual, the land which was under constructions were missing, missing in a sense the wall was not there and no construction vehicles were there. The sun was almost gone and we could only make very little vision of the place. But the only available light sources are the yellow street lamps but that is also on the right side of the road.
Strange stories started coming in from every one of us, like maybe the owner stopped the construction or they have changed the plan... But still within one day all this change could not happened. That day morning when we were going we did not notice about this land until now.
So we decided to have a walk and see what has happened since the wall also not there.
As we walk close to the place we could see trees without leaves were planted, and they were tall trees, about eight to ten feet tall. They were not many but three trees with dry bushes and the worse is some gravestones. But the writing we could not recognize since it was all curved in to the stone in Arabic (I think) and it was dark already.
We were getting into more and more into the land passing gravestones and then all of a sudden we heard a voice, rather an angry tone with Arabic as if a person is shouting. We stopped and looked at him and by his body language we could see he was not happy and showing us to go outside.
We asked him what happened here and why the land was changed as if it's a horror movie site.
But the man kept on shouting at us saying the same thing. One guy said let's ignore him and walk around the place and as we did this man came running at us with a stick!
We ran and thought we were trespassing some private property and that's the reason why he do not want us in there.
And it's very dangerous get caught by police in Qatar for any reason.
We ran to the other end of this land which is a normal dust and stones filled area that had nothing unusual.
I turned around to see if the man is chasing us but no. He was standing firmly right at the edge of the graveyard holding his stick.
This man, his skin color is dark like an African. Tall but slim wearing a big head scarf and brownish robe with another scarf around his heck which was dancing to the evening wind and a long stick but we could not make up his face it was all blurry.
I told the others that he must be a hired local guard for the movie site. (Why I come up with a movie idea it's because those days Transformers were done in Qatar so we thought there were more movies coming up)
For us to get back to the main road either we have to pass across the graveyard movie site again, or walk around so by default we took the around walk. Panting and coughing, smiling we walked home.
We came home had another round of red bull and cigarettes, I had a bath and head to bed.
Following day morning (Friday - Holiday) when I woke up there was a big fuss with my colleagues, some are on the rooftop shouting and some are in the ground floor shouting.
First I went up to the roof top to find out that the construction site is back again. It's all there as it was on the night before. I felt like my mouth fell to floor with confusion.
I ran to the ground floor to see others are arguing over a video on a phone.
The Philippine guy accidentally had videoed the whole thing when he tried to turn on the flashlight.
On the video we were inside the construction site and everything looks not like a graveyard but a construction site. We were running and there were no grave stones but JCB's, tractors piles of dirt and even pits but we were running avoiding them.
The video was not that clear, over 13 years back there were no night mode and this guy's phone was a Sony Ericsson P990 PDA with a 2MP camera but since his flash light was on we could see bits and pieces.
The whole Friday we spent looking at the construction site, no one was at work there as I said Friday was officially a holiday in Qatar.
Next day morning we woke up and was waiting for our van to the university, driven by a Sudani person, very calm, good with English and educated though.
We started talking about that matter again and this person Mr. Siddque overheard what we were talking and decided to cut in.
He said, that land supposed to be an old graveyard but it was long LONG time back which he also have heard stories about that place.
But we... Were actually there for several minutes! 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 15, 2020 4:18:04 GMT -6
Strange things happening in Qatar  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 15, 2020 12:22:23 GMT -6
For sure, Rick.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 15, 2020 12:29:06 GMT -6
Someone Was Rummaging Through My Things by lilpeachyghost This isn't the scariest of paranormal experiences but it is one that has happened repeatedly and can't be explained. I'll start off by saying that we sleep with the bedroom door completely closed and latched. Our cat isn't allowed in our room because she likes to climb and often gets stuck up on the bookcase with no way down. There's also cacti and a few other house plants which I don't want her hurting herself on or eating as some are toxic to cats and obviously we can't watch her if we're asleep (trust me, she's like a toddler, everything goes in her mouth at least once).
This experience doesn't happen very often but when it does, I'm often woken up from a dead sleep to hear someone or something rummaging through my makeup and skincare and nail polish on my dresser. There's a street light right outside our bedroom window so the room is never completely pitch black but even then, I can't see anyone or anything when I open my eyes and allow them to adjust to the room. As soon as I sit up, the noise abruptly stops and doesn't ever continue after that, even if I lay back down and close my eyes. It's as if I've caught someone snooping and they stop and leave when I look over at my dresser.
I'm also wondering if this is the same spirit of a Victorian lady who appeared as a partial apparition that we both saw in our bedroom walking around the foot of the bed towards the window, and also the spirit who my fiance has felt touch/caress his feet in the middle of the night. He once asked me if it was me but I don't walk close enough the foot of the bed to touch his feet and even if I did, I don't like feet and certainly wouldn't be caressing them while he sleeps. lol 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on Sept 16, 2020 14:28:41 GMT -6
A curious ghost ... cool  |
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone