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8/6/2002 7:21 AM  Posted by JimW
At the risk of seeming totally "nuts", I want to tell you the other event that happened early in my life that is definitely out of the ordinary.These are the reasons that I am so open to the reality of "unusual" things. Once you have personally experienced things, your skepticism fades away. Anyway, this happened back when I was about 12 years old or so. We used to have these huge thunderstorms that would sweep down out of Canada during the night and I could hear them coming from way off. This one summer these storms, for whatever reason, had a great deal of "cloud-to-ground" lightning in them, and the sound, even at a great distance sounded like cannon fire to me as they came our way. I even used to refer to them as "cannon storms" instead of thunderstorms. This one night, probably around 3:30 AM I heard one of these storms heading our way. The way that I know this was not a dream is because these storms always terrified me, and I couldn't even think of trying to sleep when they were around. The following morning we also all discussed the terrible storm during the previous night, so I know it actually occurred. As the storms approached I would get very nervous, and just hide under the covers. The storm this night however was coming from a direction that the rain would blow in the window over my head, so I needed to get out from under the covers to shut the window. I hated to do that, but I really had no choice. The storm was raging, the lightning flashing, the thunder crashing, and the wind whipping the leaves all around. From my bedrom window I had a clear view of the garden in the backyard. It was a big perennial garden that my Mom had grown, and it was a beautiful place. At the end closest to my bedroom window, my Dad had put in these drainage tiles that went fairly deep into the ground. I could clearly see the one that stuck out of the ground at this end of the garden. Right next to the tile is where I saw this thing happen. As I went to close the window, my eye was caught by something very strange in the garden. It was only about 12" tall, and appeared to be made entirely of light! It was a bluish glowing "being" that was dancing frantically in the garden, like it was delighting in the intensity of the storm. It was certainly not human, but "humanoid" in that it distinctly had arms, legs, a torso, and a head. And it was dancing frantically as the storm raged on!  I'm not sure how long I watched it, but I remember thinking that I didn't want "it" to see me seeing "it"! It might not like that, so I don't remeber if I closed the window or not (I don't think that I did) and I jumped back in bed and pulled the covers over my head. Then it occurred to me that that may not be such a good idea, because if this "thing" decided to come up and "visit" me, I wouldn't know that it was in the room! So I just pulled the covers up to my eyes, and watched the room. The storm finally passed on by, and I just layed there, still extremely nervous, until the sun came up. Then I felt it was safe, and faded off for a few hours of sleep. It was mid-summer, so the sun came up very early. I didn't mention this to anyone in the morning, but we discussed the storm at breakfast, so I know that this happened. It was not "ball lightning" as some skeptics would no doubt claim, and I was definitely not dreaming, since there is no was that I could possibly sleep during one of these "cannon" storms. What it actually was, I have no idea, but this did happen, and I did see this! That's about all I can tell you. I never mentioned this to anyone for many years. Whatever it was, it is an event that will remain in my memory for the rest of my life.

6/18/2002 10:24 PM  Posted by JimW
This is an event that happened to me on may 20th, 1987. I know that because that was the date that a little girl had scratched her name into thebrick wall of our house exactly 100 years to the day prior to that date, May 20th, 1887. Her name was Jenny Ayre, and she had been the daughter of the people who built this old farm house back in the mid-1800s. Whether she died in the house or not I don't know. All I know is that it was very interesting to me that that date was approaching, but very disturbing to the others in the household. My sister, her husband, and their 2 small kids lived in the main house, and I lived in the small "carriage house" out in the back. It was a beautiful place, with lots of land. You really couldn't see the nearest neighbors, which I liked very much.
On the night of May 20th, my sister's husband was on a business trip out of state, and she decided that she really didn't want to be there in the house that night, so she went over and stayed with our mother. I, on the other hand, thought this was fascinating, and decided to do a little impromptu seance to see if Jenny Ayre would contact me. So around 11:30 PM I went over to the area where the brick was (which was now located in the kitchen.It had been an outside wall), lit some candles, and touching the brick, gently talked to Jenny. I asked her to show herself. To somehow let me know she was there. I continued with this for around 1 hour, and nothing really happened. I went home thinking that I was pretty silly. I thought nothing more about it and went to bed.
Then, at about 4AM something that I will never be able to explain happened. Up in the attic of my little carriage house area there was a very large noise. I got up quickly and turned on the light. My cat Kelly was sleeping on the couch, and she was also now staring at the ceiling. I went over, quite terrified by this point, and picked her up. This large noise moved across the ceiling, from a place where there is no place to get in, and exited through a place where there is no outlet. And it was a big, dragging kind of noise, nothing like a raccoon.The sound was more like the size of a bear, which obviously could not get in or leave in such a manner. There was no way in or out! There was also a small octagonal window in the area where this noise exited and there was a nest of baby birds on the small ledge outside that window (which didn't open anyway, by the way), and as this noise approached the baby birds went crazy. Shortly after the noise left, they settled down and went back to sleep.
I refused to go back to sleep after this, and turned on all the lights, the TV, the radio, and stayed up until the sun came up.
When I finally got up the courage to open the trap door and go up into the attic several days later to look around, nothing appeared to be touched. The attic was filled with many big boxes full of old stuff, and if anything big had been up there, they would have been all disturbed, but there was no trace that anything had happened. Whatever was up there, it came, made lots of terrifying noises as it moved/dragged across the attic floor, and left through a solid wall where there was absolutely no exit. My cat is my only fellow witness, but she could verify that all this is true.To this day I can't explain any of what happened that night. All I can conclude is that if you invite spirits into your house, they will come.But they may not be the ones that you are hoping for, so beware. I know that I will never do anything like that again.

6/3/2002 9:22 PM  Posted by Erinah
I have many stories I have lived through while liveing in our first house.One we had built.
But this tell is just one of many.But I feel is the most important.So here goes.......
Late one night back in 2000 the last year we lived in this house.Around 11:30 am
I was up because I was unable to sleep.Which seemed to be every night during that year.
I would get to sleep around 2:00 am.But before going to bed I would always check on all 4 children.
Well on this one night around 11:30 am I was up watching the History Channel.Something I watch during
my time of no sleep.I heard the girl's room door knob shake.At first I thought I was hearing things and continued to watch my show.But then It got louder.So I got up to see if Rachel was having a hard time opening the door.I thought she might be needing the bathroom.I knew it wasn't Madison she was stillin diapers.So I opened the door and looked to my left.And madison was fast asleep.I opened the door some more so I could see Rachel to my right.And there she was asleep with her head to one side on her back.With her mouth wide open.And I noticed right away that there was a red checker in her mouth.Which scared me to death.If she had turned her head slightly so her face would be looking up at the celling.There is no dought that in my mind she would have swollowed it and choked to death.Had that door not made noise not once but twice making me get up.I wouldn't have checked in on them until I was ready for bed.I am so thankful for that spirit that lived with us for sometime.It saved her life.

I haven't heard or felt this spirit since that night.From time to time I smell flowers.Lilac's only!But that is all.I miss this spirit.I do beleive that it never has left me.It's just waching and waiting.
Thanks for letting me share this story with you.For I don't tell to many people.Just the ones who know me well!
Care to all.....Erinah

4/19/2002 4:09 PM  Posted by Bruce
My three years of residency in Santa Fe, New Mexico was one great ghost story.I guess you could say it started the day I built a house on a sacred spot.We were under the protection of the "old man". At first all we could do was feel or sense a presence. My wife dedicated a spare room for him. She would put fresh flowers in it daily. Beside the bed she would leave a glass of water nightly which would be empty in the morning.
What was his influence on us? I and my wife was not allowed to argue. Every time one of us would raise our voice the electric stove would shoot sparks until we apologised to each other. Another case in point was we had to go to some organized church every Sunday, if not I would get a big kick in the rear-litterly.Sometimes I was knocked clear across the room.On the whole he was a gentle spirit that would come out and join us in the living room in the evenings. The tobacco that he smoked had a calming effect after some of the hectic days.
But not all the spirits on the property were gentle.In the garden shed, about one hundred yards away, every transiant spiriit resided.It was so bad no one wanted to go in that shed.
 
One day I parked in front of the house. I turned off the engine and pocketed the key. The next thing I knew I was picked up by my belt and pitched through the window. Lying in the grass,I heard the engine start and the car headed for the revine. The car was found in the gullly -in gear,engine off, with the key in the switch.
 
I will continue if someone can help me understand some of these weird things. Thank you
 
Bruce
 

3/19/2002 9:34 AM  Posted by aurora
I'm not sure if this belongs in the ghost story section, but since it is similar to Kim's (I think it was Kim), I'll go ahead and put it here.
I'm not sure but I think that the birth of my oldest son (now 31) somehow opened up psychic centers for me.  Shortly after his birth, I began to have preconitive dreams - and always of someone's dying.
 
The first one was of my grandfather. About one week before he died, I dreamed that was going to have a stroke and die.  I chalked this one up to coincidence.
 
The next precognitive instance - not a dream (that I remember) was not of death but of danger.  My son was very young and rode a school bus to the high school where my husband taught and got off there and rode home with my husband as I was in college at the time.  Anyway, that day, all day, I had feelings of dread that something was going to happen to my son.  As I passed the high school on the way home (before my husband and son left the school) I felt relieved as nothing unusual seemed to be going one there and I knew my son should already be there.  Soon after I walked into the house, I received a phone call from the bus driver.  She was very upset and told me that my son had almost walked into the path of an oncoming car that had not stopped for the stopped bus.  She just wanted me to know what had happened and to see if there might be a safer place for him to get off.
 
After this, I began to pay more attention to any "feelings" I got.  Even before this, I always knew when my parents were coming to visit.  I would get flashes of "seeing" them on their way, and sure enough within minutes they would arrive.  This served me well as at the time I smoked (Yuck!) and didn't want them to know, so if I had a cigarette, I would put it out and spray lysol usually just in the nick of time!  I seemed to get more and more sensitive as the years passed.
 
After talking with a friend of mine who was expecting twins, that night I dreamed they were born but one of them was dead. A month they were born and one was stillborn.  She was later told that the dead one had been dead for a month but they couldn't tell her as she needed to carry the other one longer and they were afraid if they told her it would cause her to go into premature labor.  I still don't understand how a dead baby could stay inside the mother that long and not cause problems, but I didn't question and I didn't tell her of the precog dream.  I had told my husband about it right after the dream and the fact that it came to pass unnerved him, so I didn't tell him anything else.
 
Another time I dreamed that my husband's closest cousin's wife was killed in an automobile accident.  This dream was recurrent for about a year.  Then about a year after that, her 16 year old daughter was killed in a car accident - driving her mother's car - the one I dreamed had been in the crash.
 
I don't seem to have these type dreams anymore.  They bothered me so that I prayed not to have them anymore and I don't.  The last one I had was not in a dream, but more in a daydream.  I had not seen my natural father for 6 years nor even spoken with him.  (He deserted us when I was one).  This particular Saturday morning, for some reason, he popped into my mind and I "knew" he was going to die soon.  One monh later, it came to pass.
 
If I have had any since the one of my natural father, I didn't remember the dream, so I guess I haven't.
 
I have never had any experiences with ghosts although I dream of communicating with my dead grandmother fairly often and sometimes of other loved ones who have passed over.  So these aren't actually ghost stories, but I wanted to share the experiences.     Janice
 
 

2/28/2002 7:17 PM  Posted by MSN NicknameKim_124
My story continued.
 
Calling hours for John was Satuday and I was able to go pay my respects. He was only 29 when he died and he died of an drug overdose. It breaks my heart to see this happen I pray that in his next live he has a better one.
 
That night after we got to my moms house and I got relaxed and ready for bed I told my husband I felt someone was with us . I didn't know if it was bob my moms resident ghost or someone new.  Til I fell asleep and started dreaming. I new then he was new. I dream was bad I didn't remember it when I woke up I just woke up scared if that make since and I woke my husband up and told him. I thought that  I was followed home from the funeral home.  Sunday we came home and I got online and daincecht who I think who is plugged into my head was on my Im asking me if I was ok. I said I am fine I am just trying to figure out who was here with me and how I could help him.  So dain picks up on him right away and tells me what he looks like and he didn't fit Johnny destripion so I new he was new.
 
 
Dain tells me he it a young kid in his teens with short hair and he said it looked redish to him. Dain also told me this kid died in a car accident about two weeks ago.I told him I could see a green car and he said yes. and to listen to him in my dreams.
 
So I went to bed and I had dreams agian I woke up scared and didn't remeber the dreams. so I was online and monday night dain got online again and was asking me how I was buy this time I was feeling really drained I was not sleeping well. And dain said we could send him on if he was draining me.
I told dain I wanted to wait to see if he needed help that I wanted to wait one more day to see if I could find out any info.I keep looking in my home town paper online to see if I could find him I came up with nothing there so I went to bed I started dreaming again and I had a real bad night mare I am still trying to figure it out. and I kept here in the words Jefferson County Indiana.
 
So when Dain got online I told him about the dream and then I had remember about hearing Jefferson county Indiana and I ask dain if there was even a Jefferson County in Indiana. He said he didn't know I said I don't know either. So I went and looked it up and yes there it was 6 hours from me but it was there and guess what!
 
I had stayed there 3 years ago on vaction and on of my dearest friends was with us on that Vac. and He past away last May.  So we figured out that Gary brought him to me to help so I started seaching the paper there in this is what I found.
 
Derrick Jon Buell, 17, of Holton, died Thursday, Feb. 14, 2002, in an auto accident near Holton
 
Dain also saw the name david so the d fit and about a month ago he kept asking me who Jon or John was and My cousin first name was John and his  middle name is jon.
 
So I called my friend Gary cause the kids was scared So Gary came and was talking to him and I felt the kid grab my hand to cause he was scared and I started talking to him and telling him it was ok to go that he could always come back and see me. I felt him let go of my hand and at the same time dain told they was going to the light.  and my friend gary came back and we had a great talk and I got to say good bye to him and I got to say I love you to him on more time. so that was great.  Kim
 

2/28/2002 5:56 PM  Posted by MSN NicknameKim_124

As you some of you know I have had a bad time of it lately and one of my gifts is I sometimes feel death if it is in my family.

I get the feeling strong about a month before someone dies I just don't get who the person right who is going to die.

The first time I had this feeling it started with dreams. The first dream was that someone came and told me my brother had died. I woke up it was so real I just knew it was going to happen. The next few nights I had the same dream that my brother and I was diving in a car together in a small graveyard not far from where my mom and dad lives. I could not shake the feeling of death. I called my mom she knows all about me and my warnings as she calls them I have always had them off and on just not always about death. And I told her my dreams and told her to tell my brother to be careful. Well on a Friday night I looked at my husband and I told him I was needed at home and we was going to go. So I called my mom and told her we was going to come down Saturday early in the morning. so 5 am Saturday morning we left our house and it takes us 3 hours to get to my mom's house. So at 7 am we are on my mom porch and my mom comes out and tells me my cousin Mike is dead.

He was killed they say playing with a rifle. he and my brother was so close they lived together with another cousin. My brother was not there at the time of his death. but The other cousin went upstairs and got the rifle and the rifle belonged to my brother. My brother never had shells for it the rifle was old and past down to him by his ex father in law. but the other cousin went out and bought shell for the gun without my brother knowing it. For a long time my brother blamed himself for not being there and stopping it from happening he still is living with that.

All of the feeling kicked in over a month ago but this time I thought it was my dad. It started with the dreams again but it was my dad in the dreams. and My dad has been sick. SO I started calling my mom and begging them to go to the dr.s my dad would not go. So I got on the phone and called the everyday 3 or4 times a day I finally told mom dad was going to die if he didn't got to the dr.s. I called on wed. afternoon last week again and I told her to make him a appointment and make him go. She told me that dad said he was going to the dr. on Thursdays. But at 8:10 I felt I needed to call them of be there so I called and I didn't get an answer so I kept calling for over an hour. I told my husband I knew something was wrong. But I had no way to get there both car decide to quit working so I didn't have a way down there. SO I started calling everyone I knew trying to find them no one was home so I finally got a hold of my nephew's wife and she said they took my dad to er and my mom was there with him alone. Fearing for the worst I called my cousins that live across the street from the hospital and asked her if she would go and check on my mom and dad. And she calls me Kimmy. She said Kimmy Johnny is dead and she was crying on the phone she told me they just called and told her. John was her nephew

and he had live with them when he was a teen some. He was one of these kids that didn't have a good home life. he was the death I was feeling. They put my dad in the hospital and he was 3 pints low on blood. They gave him the blood and he feels so much better the dr told him this time if he gets feeling bad don't wait get in there and get his blood level checked. This is 10 pints of blood he has lost since Sept. the first 3 pints They didn't know where it was coming from so they ran the test and couldn't find after he had the test he was bleeding out his rectum and had to have 4 more pints. and now whit these 3 pint they don't know where he lost it at. They say sometimes you body quits making blood. They sent my dad home the next night. So we got to go down on Friday night and see him he looks so much better and feels so much better too. He told me he thought he was dying and I told him I knew he did that I was afraid for him too. And from now to go to the Dr. when he didn’t feel well.


2/18/2002 6:08 PM  Posted by Sandy
I am currently living in a house that is over 200 years old.  At one time it used to be a Bed and Breakfast.  One night, a family stopped to spend the night, Mom, Dad, and a young boy.  The parents went to eat and left there son to sleep upstairs in their room.  Since the boy was afraid of the dark they left an oil lamp on.  As one might expect, the little boy woke up and knocked over the lamp catching the room on fire.  The fire was put out soon and no damage was done to the rest of the house but the little boy died in that room.  The room was never repaired and we use it as an extra attic.  I first lived her over 30 years ago.  As a child I can remember how toys would disappear and reappear in the attic, we could here footsteps upstairs when we were all downstairs.  And when we were really obnoxious, we would swear we were pushed down the stairs when no one was behind us.  We moved out when I was 15, but now I am back.  My bedroom in directly under that room.  Sometimes, at night I can hear a little boy cry.  At other times I smell smoke.  Since this house has all original wiring, I always check it out, but nothing is smoking or hot.  Also, I see shadows around the house.  I also see and sence my Spirit Guide.  He is an Indian, an Oglala, named
Gray Eagle.  I did some researching and found that he is an ancester of mine.  I once saw a picture of him and that scared the willies out of me. It was exactly like what I see when I dream him.  I have woken up and found him sitting on my bed.  I also have seen him when I am driving.  One time, in the middle of the road.  But that time I swerved to miss him and stopped.  At exactly that time, in front of me at a crossroads, a semi ran a stop sign and would have hit me if I hadn't stopped.  I also sometimes, at momemts of extreme stress, smell pipe tobaco in the house.  There are other things that happen, but more later.

1/20/2002 5:06 PM  Posted by MSN Nicknametopazaurora1
I used to live in two haunted places and work in another. When we moved out
of our old house into the new house my sister aand her family took over.
As a preface to this I might add that strange noises occured in the house
and we kidded around about it being haunted. One day my niece
swore she saw a man dressed in black walk into her bedroom my sister
didn't believe her and then she saw him. The new house was
probably haunted to. Cars would puill up and we would look
and nothing. My brother heard footsteps on the front porch
looked and again nothing. I worked in a retail store which
is supposedly haunted I will catch people out of the
corner of my eye and they will dissappear

11/28/2001 6:20 AM  Posted by Feathter


                           The Indian Spirit

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL EVERY SUMMER MY DAD WOULD TAKE US KIDS TO AN UNINHABITED ISLAND CALLED "VALDEZ" IT IS IN THE GULF ISLANDS OF B.C., THERE WAS A COUPLE OF OLD COTTAGES AND AN OLD INDIAN BURIAL GROUND,OTHER THAN THAT OUR MAIN ATTRACTION WAS THE HALF MILE LONG SANDY BEACH AND AQUA WATERS.AT NIGHT YOU CAN HEAR DRUMS BEATING IN A FAR OFF DISTANCE .IT WAS THE PLACE OF SPIRITUAL AWAKENESS,WELL MY FIRST MEMORY WAS WHEN I WAS AROUND SEVEN,WE WERE ALL BEDDING DOWN FOR THE NIGHT (US KIDS)AND AS I WAS RUNNING TO MY SLEEPING BAG MY WHOLE BODY WENT CRASHING DOWN,WHEN I TRIED TO GET UP I REALIZED I WAS INJURED .MY DAD AND HIS FRIENDS CAME TO MY AID AND NOTICED A VERY DEEP CLEAN CUT AT MY ANCEL ,RIGHT THROUGH THE CARTLIDGE SO IT DIDN'T BLEED MUCH,THE STRANGE THING WAS IT HAD TO OF BEEN A VERY SHARP OBJECT LIKE A KNIFE THERE WAS NOTHING AROUND THAT COULD EXPLAIN IT.

A FEW YEARS LATER WE AGAIN WENT TO THE ISLAND AND THIS TIME I WAS ELEVEN YRS.OLD AND MY FRIEND NIKI CAME ALONG WITH US .ONE SUNNY AFTERNOON WE WERE OUT PICKING SHELLS OFF THE BEACH TO MAKE JEWLERY, THERE WAS JUST THE TWO OF US NIKI WAS INLAND MORE AND I WAS SEARHING ALONG THE SHORE WHEN I COULD HEAR SOMEONE RUNNING ON THE WET SAND ALONG THE SHORE I,I WAS CROUCHED DOWN SO HAD TO LOOK UP ,AND ABOUT TWENTY FEET AWAY FROM ME AND GETTING CLOSER WAS AN INDIAN IN FULL HEAD DRESS AND COLORS .HE WAS JUST LIGHTLY SPRINTING I DIDN'T MOVE YELL OR SAY A WORD I THOUGHT HE WAS BEAUTIFUL AND I FELT CALM AND I WOULD HAVE OTHERWISE SCREAMED AND RAN FOR IT BUT IT WAS LIKE I WAS IN A TRANCE OF SOME KIND AND HE CAME RIGHT TO ME AND AS I THOUGHT HE WOULD TOPPLE ME OVER HE SLOWLYDISSAPEARED RIGHT THROUGH ME .I THEN TURNED AND CALLED OUT "HEY NIKI  DID YOU SE THE INDIAN GHOST RUNNING THROUGH THE SAND " SHE JUST SIMPLY SAID NO AND WE WENT BACK TO PICKING SHELLS.I CAN NEVER FORGET THAT DAY BECOUSE IT WAS A VERY BEATIFUL DAY ND I THOUHGT THEN THAT GHOST WERE "GHOST"AND NOT SPIRITS,THANKYOU FOR READING THIS STORY.      WHITE FEATHER

 


11/15/2001 9:16 PM  Posted by MSN NicknameHeart_of_â–²ISIS▲▲
Due to technical difficulties here is the link to Lynn ghost tale:
 
 "MAMA"

10/28/2001 5:54 AM  Posted by Jerame
 More of Grammie's Big House
 
The setting was mid-summer and the time frame was the early 1980's.  My Grandmother had left for a trip to Florida for a few weeks out of the summer and left my Aunt Martha in charge of keeping an eye on her house, checking her mail...the normal "duties." 
All was fine around the large 2 story brick house.  My Aunt had stopped in for the day to do the normal chores ... and decided to sit and watch television for a while before she left and went back home.  After an hour or so had passed, she turned the television off and headed down to the barn which was approximately 500 feet or so away from the house to feed the 2 horses my Grandmother kept in it.  She fed them...and gave them plenty of water to last until she returned the next day and started on the small walk back to the house.  There is a guest house that blocks the view of the main house as you're walking from the barn...so she couldn't see anything at all until she got past the small structure.  What she saw then shot a jolt of terror through her body...so much that she didn't even lock the house.  As she turned at the corner of the guest house...she saw, looking out of the bathroom window, the figure of a man.  As he saw her, he closed the curtain, turned, and seemed to disappear. 
She returned to the house a few hours later with her husband only to find that the doors were securely locked and the house was in perfect order...not a thing touched.  And as for the bathroom...she says that the vaccum marks were still very clear on the carpet from the day before...and no footprints had left tread by the window.

10/19/2001 6:34 PM  Posted by Whitecamel

Patty 

 by Whitecamel

October 17, 2001

Oh great, why did I ever agree to baby-sit on a Friday night? I could be out partying with my friends. Everyone is going to go watch that new Exorcist movie tonight except me. Oh well I guess I’ll just have to rent some scary movies of my own and scare the crap out of those three little rug rats I’m baby sitting.

Hi Mr. & Mrs. Allen. Hope you have lots of treats for us to nibble on tonight I have three really good movies for us to watch while you’re out. Have fun take your time. The kids and I will be fine; we’ll have a blast.

Okay you guys get your jammies on and I’ll pop the popcorn. Jessica you bring the cups for the soda. Jeremy get that plate of toll house cookies and set it on the coffee table. I’m glad I brought an extra large bag of junior mints you guys are pigs!!!!

Okay, this is a classic movie you guys, its Abbott and Costello meet the Mummy. I loved it as a child. It’s a little scary but not too bad. Oh come on you sissies it’s not real it’s only make believe. Put your head under the blanket if you get too scared. Geez what a bunch of babies.

Yaaawnnn, that wasn’t as scary as I remember it being when I was little. Hey, how come you guys aren’t getting ready for bed? Hurry up go brush your teeth then come out here and help me pick up this mess. Hey it’s 11:30 I told your mom I’d have you in bed by 10:00. Hurry up!!!!!!

Good night Jessica, sweet scary dreams!!! Good night Jeremy sweet scary dreams!!!! Good night Jonathan Bwahahahahah Sweet Scary dreams.

 

Geez Jonathan you scared the crap out of me, what are you doing out of bed? Oh did those movies freak you out and you can’t get to sleep? Okay sit next to me on the couch and be quiet. This is my favorite part where the town’s people with their torches are chasing Frankenstein.

Yeah, I know it’s almost midnight. What? Midnight is your favorite time of night? Why? Oh yeah that’s right. That’s when all the spirits walk the earth, I'm sure you’re right on there! (Yeah right, in your dreams). You are such a freak. I don’t know where you get this stuff.

Yeah, I know all about the pictures on the wall. I know it looks like their eyes follow you but it’s not true. It’s just they way it looks, they’re not really following you. Be quiet and stop talking, geez you never stop do you? Hey now that you mention it those pictures are kinda creepy, who are they your relatives or something? Hang on I just heard a noise, maybe you should go to your room while I go check it out. Geez Jonathan, I thought I told you to go to your room, why are you following me around the house like that are you still scared? There’s nothing to be afraid of I checked out the whole house. Stop looking at me like that! What’s so funny? You are one strange child. Stop it you’re creeping me out. Hey that’s not funny, I’m not scared. Go to bed right now you little jerk.

Okay get a grip Patty, the little kid is just weird, and yeah I know he looks like some kind of evil little doll or alien. He’s just different. Midnight is his favorite time of night, right. What does he turn into a bat or something? Just turn on a few more lights, maybe steal a beer from the fridge and have a couple more cookies. Boy those pictures are really creepy. He’s right they look like they’re watching me.

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Allen, I’m sorry to bother you, but could you come home? I really don’t feel very well. I’m sick to my stomach and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I am so sorry to cut your night short but I really feel ill. I might be contagious!!!!! Thanks I’ll see you soon. Bye

 


10/12/2001 4:37 AM  Posted by Jerame
Grammie's Big House
 
 
 
It was a cool Autumn's day and an older cousin and myself had planned to stay at my grandmother's for the night and watch movies.  We were up in to the late hours of the night and finally decided to go to bed.  Being the absolute gentleman that I am, I offered her my bedroom (yes i had my own bedroom because I stayed there alot) which was rightfully named, "The Red Room," because of its deep red carpet. 
I had fallen into a deep sleep on my grandmothers large comfy couch when I suddenly awoke at the peak of 3am...which wasn't unusual.  Just as I opened my eyes I heard someone in the kitchen.  From the thud on the shiny floor I could tell the person was wearing large boots...workboots perhaps.  I heard them walk across the kitchen floor in to the dining room...and they stopped at the top of the 2 small steps which lead down in to the living room...where I was laying appearing asleep on the couch.  I didn't look, afraid of what I may see.  The person stood there for what seemed like hours, until they finally turned and walked away...the footsteps disappearing halfway through the kitchen.  I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
 
The next morning, my older cousin and I took a "walk," which was our code for sneaking off to smoke a cigarette.  While on the walk, my cousin looked at me and said she wanted to tell me something, but not to think she was crazy.  I of course said ,"Shoot."  She then began to tell me of the night she had once she went to bed.  She said that for no reason at all she woke up and sat up in bed during the night...looked at the clock and it was almost 3am.  She said that she then looked at the doorway and there was a man standing there looking at her.  She described him down to a tee...and said that he just turned and walked away down the hall...which led to the kitchen.  She said that the odd thing about it was that she thought that the figure was a bit translucent............spooky spooky.
 
Yes, this is a true story. 

10/12/2001 3:19 AM  Posted by MSN NicknameDewayne·
Haunted Seance... 
 
Here is a true story from my family.   When I was in the third grade, we had moved to a small town just about the size of Mayberry, and rented a house which was said to be haunted.  A man had killed his wife and child in the house, which we didn't know about until after we moved in.  Not knowing this didn't stop us from hearing things and seeing things right away. 
 
My three older sisters were in their teenage years, and boys were beginning to try to hang around the house more and more.  This one tall lanky boy, about 17 years old, started coming by to see my 15 year old sister.  She couldn't stand the guy.  Did that stop him?  Nooooo..  He would come by and talk to my mom for late hours until almost midnight sometimes.  She would tell ghost stories, and stories about things that we had seen and heard in that house, and he was so afraid to go out in the dark, that we just couldn't get him to go home...lol.  This was a young man who had a car to drive, it wasn't that he didn't want to walk home alone or anything.
 
One evening, my sisters had this great idea how to get rid of him.  They asked my mom if they could have a seance, and she said no.  They begged for a while, then explained what they wanted to do.  It was their intention to play a mean little joke on this guy to make him stay away.  Finally my mother agreed to let them have their fun, but warned them that seances are not to be taken lightly and for them to be very careful.  Like clockwork, this young man showed up, just in time for dinner of course.  They began telling him of some strange incidents which had actually occurred in the house during the week, and told him they were having a seance after supper.   This made him a little edgy, but loves conquers all...LOL.   It must have been about 9 pm or so, well after dark, when they put their plan into action. 
 
The youngest of my sisters (of course) was to say she was going to her friend's house down the street, but instead she was supposed to sneak around behind the house, and come in from the back door.  Her mission was to come into the bedroom behind the living room, and get in the closet adjacent to the living room corner wall.   They gave her time to do that, and started their little facade.  My oldest sister (the twinkle in his eye..lol) conducted the ceremony, while my mom sat over to the side, smiling amusedly.  Sis started callllllling out for the spirits, calllllling out for them... She told them to make themselves known if they could hear her.  About that time, a louding thump came from the corner of the living room wall.  The boy about jumped out of his chair.  She thanked them for communicating with her.  This continued for several minutes, and the thumps became banging on the walls....then the door coming from that bedroom into the living room flew open with a crash.  It actually shocked my sisters and my mom as well that my youngest sister had come up with that, but they were well pleased.  The boy jumped out of his chair, ran out the front door, and never came back to that house.
 
My mom and two sisters were standing on the front porch laughing their butts off at that poor little guy, when our car door opened where it sat in the driveway.  My youngest sister, quite frightened, stepped out of the car.  She said "I don't want to go back there, it's too dark, it felt like somebody was going to grab me so I just hid in the car".    My other two sisters looked at my mom, and she back at them.....as the candle still burning in the living room went dark 
They all three slept with my mom that night.  Talk about something to remember!   Til today, the youngest of the three swears she never went near the backdoor of that house.   Just goes to show ya....be careful what you ask for, you might just get it!!!
 
Thanks for listening...Dewayne!!~~~