asian shig III

This is set in Japan, on a cold winters night sometime in the 80's. The coldest night Tokyo had seen in years It was snowing outside and young mizuki was snuggled on her couch watching the Tv.

She has just got back home from work, and had been hearing stories about how a serial rapist was attacking young women in their homes then slashing their faces ear-to-ear, giving their faces a menacing smile. Mizuki never thought anything like this would ever happen to her, but how wrong was she?

It was 9:00 when the re-runs of Mizuki's show had finished and without leaving the warmth of the covers she looked outside her window to see the face of a dark ugly man staring back at, His eyes staring right at her, smiling with same grin he was known to leave on his victims.

She gave out a small shriek and dipped her head into the covers, she was too scared to move and pretended like she didn't see him. Maybe he would leave. She stayed in her covers still for 2 hours until she got out and called the police.

They looked all outside the house but couldn't find anything lastly they checked outside
the window, but the snow was untouched, how could he have been standing there without disturbing the snow?

The police man came in a took a seat next to Mizuki.
"Ma'am, your very lucky to believe alive" started the police man.
"you weren't looking at the rapist miss. you saw his reflection"

And with that he revealed a Large Butchers knife they found right next to Mizuki's sofa...He was in her house all along.

asian shig II

Back when Vietnam was raging, Mr. and Mrs. Horren had their only son, Jimmy, taken away from them. He was drafted by the US army, and was all too proud to serve the country. His father, however, had served in the Army during WWII, and knew that war could be hell.
Jimmy wrote his family once every two weeks for four months. Then, suddenly, the letters stopped coming. Two months went by, and not a single letter came. The Horrens were petrified, afraid something might have happened to their boy.
Just when they were about to give up hope, a letter came to them, sent from somewhere in North Vietnam. It read as follows:
Mom and Dad,
It's Jimmy. I've been taken prisoner and am being held in a POW camp in Vietnam. They are treating me very well here, so please don't worry. I love all of you. Please make sure little Billy gets the stamp for his collection. I'll write again as soon as I can.
Love, Jimmy
"Billy? Who's Billy?" Mrs. Horren wondered.
"It's a clue," said Mr. Horren. "He wants you to take off the stamp."
Mrs. Horren boiled a pot of water, and held the envelope over the steam. Slowly
Slowly, the stamp peeled off. Mrs. Horren looked at the underside, and screamed. Written there, scrawled in red in Jimmy's handwriting, was.....
They've cut off my legs

asian shig I

Way back in the day, the walls in Japan were made of rice paper. They were translucent, and you could see the shadow of someone on the other side.

One day, a young buisness man was travelling through a town when night fell. He stopped at an old man's house and asked if he could stay. The old man replied "Of course. I don't get many visitors."

In his room, the traveller was awoken by a rythmic vibration. He looked at the wall and saw the shadow of a woman dancing. He wet his finger and poked a hole through the wall. Remember, the walls were made of rice paper. He saw a beautiful woman dancing. Her long black hair covered one eye. The traveler wondered why the old man didn't tell him about her. He took one last look through the hole. This time, all he saw was pure red, thats it. Perplexed, but tired, the traveler went back to sleep.

The next morning he asked the old man about the woman in the room. The old man replied "Woman? There's no woman here. Well, I did have a daughter, but we couldn't find her someone to marry, and she died."
"Why couldn't you find a suitable man?" the trav
the traveller asked.
"She was born with a disfigurment," the man said.
"What disfigurment?"
"She had one red eye."

highway oasis

This one I heard/remember from an old job I had on a highway oasis. Apparently, a lady who worked for the cleaning staff on the oasis was cleaning the female restrooms during the graveyard shift, when an older woman walked in, and went into the last stall. The cleaning lady I guess didn't think anything of it until 15 minutes goes by, and she wants to get that last stall cleaned so she can get the fuck out of there. So she walks over to the last stall (keep in mind she never left the restroom), bends over to look under the stall to see what the hell the older woman is doing, doesn't see any legs, panics, runs over to the stall to find it empty. My manager and a few others who were working that night says they saw this cleaning lady, white as a ghost, run out of the restrooms screaming at the top of her lungs.

creepy lot

When I was 16 my friend and I were exploring a big abandoned parking complex. We used the outside staircase to get to the top floor (about6 or 7 stories) and saw that the doors to get inside from the top were unlocked. So, we went in, and started heading down. It was about 2 in the morning, and since no one had been in there doing maintenance in about 4 years, there were no lights. It was PITCH black. We made it down about 3 flights of stairs before we started wading through piles and piles of dead birds. Hundreds of dead birds. So like anyone would do, we turned around and got the fuck out. We were walking back down using the same outdoor staircase we used to get up, when we saw that it went down an extra flight to a basement area that had lights on. Since there were lights, we figured it wouldn't be all that bad, so we ventured forth! I went to pull open the door to the basement, got it open about 4 inches before we heard a chick screaming from what sounded like a really long ways away, and the door was yanked out of my hand and locked from the other side.

It was the best worst experience I've had.

petrol station

My mates brothers friend was at the petrol station one night filling up her car and it was pissing it down with rain so she wanted to get it over and done with quick. When she came back from paying for the petrol she notcied that someone was sat in the backseat of her car. It was an old woman, she claimed that she had missed the last bus home and didnt want to walk back in the bad weather. Shes a bit creeped out by this so she asks the woman to get out while she puts some stuff in the back seat. While the old lady is still outside she gets back in and drives off as quick as possible. She drives straight to the police station to report that the old lady had got into her car without permission. When describing the women to the plice they start to express a huge interest in the case, they then ask if they can look in the back of the womans car. When they looked in the back they found rope,duct tape and a video camera. There had been reports earlier that day of a small man who was dressing up as a old women, and was using the disguse to kidnapp women.

bish

Once again, back at the same house.Mom's at work and my sister and I are sitting on the floor in front of the couch eating popcorn and watching TV.Lights are on in the living room, but nowhere else. On the right side of the living room is the opening to the hallway.

Sister is sitting on my left and everything is goin fine when my sister jerks her head toward the hallway.I think she's lookin at me at first so I turn left to look at her then look over at the hallway, I didn't see anything.She starts screaming and crying at the top of her lungs scooting away back on the floor and I follow her asking her what's wrong, she just keeps screaming and pointing at the hallway then latches onto me.She's clinged onto me hard enough to leave nail pinches in my arm.Then she stops crying and I asked her what the fuck was wrong and told her I didn't see anything at the hallway.


After I turn all the lights in the house on, and she calms down I ask her what she saw again.She tells me she heard someone say her name from the hallway like a whisper ,and a woman peeked out from the hallway entrance very slowly.She had white hair, red eyes, and like a black dress suit on.The woman started walking towards her with her hands out grinning.When the woman got in front of me my sister said she looked up at me, then her, then vanished.


We still talk about this story any time we have family gatherings, we kind of laugh about it now, but we had nightmares for a long time after that.We were so damn scared that we actually tried looking up information on the house ya know, to see if anybody had ever died there, or if anyone was buried near the ground but the house was built in 1988 and had only 1 other owner before our family.Not built on any burial plots or anything

cheerleaders

Ok so this school was Regan before it was Edison. Anyways, I was there to see my cousin play in his orchestra band thing with my family. During an hour break (the 2nd band was getting rdy) we all went to the bathroom. Now I didn't attend this school so I didn't know but I went to use the water fountain and everone looked at me funny and it got quiet. I looked back and they said 'try the water'. So....water tasted gross like it the pipes were corroded or something (iron and stuff). The kids said it was bloodied water from one of the girls. I thought it was lame. I'm just one of those skeptics you know. Well, I asked them about the cheerleader and my cousin took us down these stairs to the right and we came to a door next to a bunch of unused chairs and desks. was all dirty and there was maintenance stuff everywhere. You could barely see in the door and they told me to take a peek. I looked inside and as expected nothing happend. Now, aside from the ghost stories, this place is creepy as is and not to mention that there was no one here because of the concert. My cousin grabbed me and I did get a fright from that. Then I took another look back and I just got the fucking chills, the worst fucking chills. They were talking behind me and heading up the steps but it seemed super quiet. I tried the door and it was locked but the window wasn't dusty or dirty or anything. I checked the two doors behind me and they were locked also but the windows and everything else was covered in dirt and grime. They said no one ever goes down there, just an unused junk pile. Weirded me out is all.

hearse

I'm coming home after work and the country roads are horrible, like I was driving 15 mph to make sure I didn't run off the road or anything, nobody else is out on the road or has been the past few hours because there are no other tire marks on the ground.


I'm keeping aware of my surroundings just to ensure no care slide stops into me off a side road or anything like that, then I look into my rearview mirror.I see headlights, they seemed to come out of nowhere and they were coming up fast, I'm talking at least 60 mph but are still a bit away from me.I just assume it's a snowplow that's making his way through so I throw my eyes back to the roads.As soon as I look back at the road the vehicle behind me is on my ass right now, and doesn't seem to be letting off.


I want to pull a dickhead move and hit the brakes to back em off but I don't want to cause a wreck so I just keep going.I put my turn signal on about a hundred feet away from my driveway to give a good enough notice for the car to hang back, but I see him put his turn signal on too.I pull in my driveway and up to the garage to see the car pull in behind me too.

Now I'm thinking it's someone I know or someone in trouble so I get out the car and try to see who it is.The car turns the headlights off and it's a fucking hearse.No one gets out and I can't make out anyone inside driving because they are at the end of the driveway and there are still mild flurries going on.I just stand there and wait for something to happen, but he just backs out of my driveway slowly onto the road and just drove off, it may have just been the snow but I never saw headlights or taillights come back on the hearse, eventually it disappeared.

urban legend

new creepy thread going on. will snatch up the ones i like once i go through em
http://www.b9board.com/viewtopic.php?t=640376&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=creepy&start=0

I heard about a girl who went to my college, CU Denver, who went back to her dorm room late one night to get her books before heading to her boyfriend's room for the night. She went in but did not turn on the light, knowing that her roommate was sleeping. She stumbled around the room in the dark for several minutes, gathering books, clothes, toothbrush, etc. before finally leaving.

The next day, she came back to her room to find it surrounded by police. They asked if she lived there and she said yes. They took her into her room, and there, written in blood on the wall, were the words, "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" Her roommate was being murdered while she was getting her things.

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1. so this is a semi-fucked up story. it involves a weird series of events that occurred one afternoon in march or april back when i was 16 and in high-school. this is maybe the only weird thing that’s ever happened to me so far in my life:
   
   i’m walking home from school, and some fuckin' ese walking about a hundred feet behind me yells out, “HEY DAVE?!” so i turn around and stare hard at the guy. i don’t recognize him at all, and i notice he’s staring hard at me like he’s unsure of who i am, and finally he yells out, “SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND DAVE!”
   
   i don’t know if this has anything to do with the actual story, but it’s where i begin things. so i’m on my street walking down the hill, when i suddenly hear really loud punk music blaring from my house. it’s pretty evident someone has turned my awesome stereo up full blast which is something you are never suppose to do because that shit gets fucking LOUD. so i kind of run down the street towards the noise. it’s definitely my house and the front door is wide open. the car isn’t in the driveway. i run inside and tear into my room, pissed. i think it’s my sister being an unfit dullard and ruining my stereo. nobody’s in my room. i turn the music down and off. without the music, i can now hear my dog barking like crazy, only it sounds like it’s coming from the basement. this is a little weird in itself, because my dog usually greets me when i come home from school.
   
   i go down into the basement. my parents’ basement is fucking creepy, it’s like four rooms that almost spiral inward and the rooms keep getting smaller and more dismal as you go in. my dog is in the second room and her leash is attached to her collar and the other end is tied around the leg of an old desk. weird. she’s still barking like mad. as i’m untying her i hear the back door slam shut really loudly. the dog is now loose and runs upstairs barking like crazy. i follow her and open the back door. i can’t see anyone, and i have a pretty good view of everything from my back door. this is really, really strange.
   
   so i decide to go check shit out, because i think maybe a stranger was in the house just now. i shut THE front and back door and leave through the back. i walk around the house and stroll around the whole block looking for anybody. there isn’t a single person around, which is kind of surprising because i lived in an area full of kids my age and school’s out for the day. rounding the corner back to my house music suddenly explodes from my room. someone’s turned my stereo back on. i run around the corner, back to my house. front door is wide open again. i run inside. this time the dog is barking and running around me all excitedly. i run into my room, but nobody’s there. i turn off the stereo just in time to hear the back door slam shut. i run back into the kitchen and yank the back door open. i look out, nobody is fucking there. the dog’s barking and staring out the back and whining and just going nuts.
   
   i step back into the kitchen and notice there’s a message on my answering machine. i’m used to checking it as soon as i get home, and noticed that it had been empty prior to my little walk around the block, which means it must have just been left. i press play. it’s from my neighbor dana, who lives across the street and one house down from me. the message goes as follows:
   
   “hi janet? (janet’s my mom) this is dana. is dave home? there’s someone walking around and around the house screaming out his name and banging his hands on the walls. i think he’s gone now.”
   
   i want to mention that at no point in this whole fiasco was i ever even remotely upset or scared, i remember just being really confused and kind of angry, but there was nothing really ‘scary’ about the situation.
   
   anyway, i decide it’s high time i figure out what the hell is going on. i grab my dog (a retriever/border collie mix who is pretty amazing at tracking people down), put her on the leash, shut both doors, leave through the back and do a second circuit around the block. the dog is pulling me hard all the way around the block, as though she’s caught the scent of something that’s making her really excited. at pretty much the exact same spot on the corner music erupts from my house for the third time. i run like crazy, only to find the front door open. exact same fucking shit, only this time when i get through the front door i immediately hear the back door slam shut. i ignore my bedroom/stereo for the moment and tear through the kitchen to the back door. the answering machine & phone have both been moved across the counter and the message has been deleted. i throw open the back door… nothing. i run around the house really quickly…. nothing.
   
   i head back inside and turn off my stereo. this time i’m determined to wait things out since my little walks aren’t being very productive. i call up my mom to see if maybe she has any potential explanation for this. she answers and says she & my sister & my other neighbor tanya are all out getting ice cream and will be coming home soon. i tell her some weird stuff is happening but everything’s alright.
   
   so i wait at home, thinking that this is the best plan since the person slamming the doors keeps returning to the house. i keep checking the back & front doors and the basement every couple of minutes. nothing’s happening. about ten minutes later my mom, sister & tanya pull into the driveway. as they get out of the car and see me waiting by the front door they suddenly all look really surprised.
   
   my mom’s the first to say something: “what are you doing home?” i tell her i’ve been waiting for her since i called. mom looks at me really strangely and so does my sister & tanya. i ask why they all look so confused. then my sister says, “while we were driving home we saw you walking in the woods along the bike path!”
   
   i quickly ask her what she means. i should explain that to get home from the downtown part of the town i grew up in, you take a long road next to the woods. about twenty feet away there’s a big chain-link fence that runs parallel to the road, and on the other side of the fence is the bike path.
   
   tanya continues: “yeah, we saw you walking down the bike path! you weren’t wearing shoes and you were walking all funny and muttering stuff!”
   
   then my mom says, “yeah even i thought it was you. that’s really strange.”
   
   i never told them my half of it, but anyway it’s the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me so far.

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1. In my area, there is a ton of "haunted" areas. By far one of the best places, and one of the only places where I've ever experienced anything is a place called the Blue Ghost Tunnel. It's located near a canal, and was originally used as a train tunnel in the early 1900s. In the 1920's there was a huge train crash near the entrance of the tunnel and both of the conductors had died. During this period of time, they built another canal nearby and had no use for the train tunnel anymore so it was abandoned. Now for the construction of the new canal they had to move a nearby cemetery, which had been there since the 1800s I believe. When they moved it they had left over 100 graves at the location(there are still tombstones that are visible when the area is drained in the winter). So that's why most people believe the spot to be haunted and have paranormal activity. There has also been a few murders at the spot too since it's pretty out of the way of everything. So needless to say, it makes for a pretty interesting place to go check out.
   
   I've been going there for a few years now, and have had many different experiences. Most of the time I hear the usual of footsteps, voices, whispering, dogs barking. The best experience that I have ever had down there happened when a friend of mine had decided to go down there one afternoon. I had read on a somewhat local board about ghost hunting that there was going to be a decent sized group going down there so I decided to join them. As we got there we noticed everyone else already leaving, but we kept going anyways. I brought a tape recorder with me this time to see if I can catch any of the sounds. So we get to the entrance of the tunnel and notice that the tape recorder is already recording, which struck me as odd since it had been in my backpack the entire time. When we enter the tunnel we're hit immediately with an ice cold breeze(this was in July). We get to the halfway point and turn off our flashlights(we find there's more "activity" when there's no light), and we're hearing the usual footsteps when all of a sudden there's a loud bang like something had fallen right beside us, so my friend jumps up and I start yelling shit. We turn on the lights to check for anything, and of course there's nothing around us that would make that loud of a noise. So, after this we're both kind of shaken and decide to leave. We get about a quarter way through the tunnel and decide to stop again. As we're standing there we both feel the tunnel start to shake and there's a loud rumbling noise going through the whole tunnel, and rocks are falling everywhere. So we get the fuck out and go back to the pond area where the cemetery was to gather our senses. During this time I decide to check the tape. Rewound it all the way to the beginning and there was nothing recorded. All I could hear was water dripping from the end of the tunnel. Didn't hear the bang, my voice, or and of the rumbling. When I got home I posted about the experience on that message board and everyone else who went that day had said they heard/felt the same thing. Haven't really been back since. But I will be going back on Thursday with a couple people who have never been. So I'll hopefully have another story equally as fucked up.

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1. When I was small (Like 5-6) I used to live in this 100+ year old house. My brother and I used to share a room, sleeping on bunk beds. One night my brother was sleeping over a friends house, and I was all alone, sleeping on the top bunk. I fell asleep and woke up sometime in the very early morning, probably like 2-3AM and flipped my head over my bed (forgetting my brother was gone) and I was like "Hey Hey" and then I was like oh yeah, he's gone. But I look again and under the covers is a HUGE lump like there's a very large person in the bed. Head covered, everything. All of a sudden it goes "Shhhhhhh!!!!" And I got so fucking scared. I flipped my head back over and lied there and I muttered something else and it went "SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
   
   Another story:
   
   Same house, we switched around the beds so they were 2 separate ones. My bed was next to the door so I could look out and see the hallway. My bedroom was at the end of the hallway, as well as the door to the attic. One very very quite night I looked out the dim-lit hallway and see this fuckin' ese with a top hat and suit on (seriously looked like Abe Lincoln). He had a book in his hand. I stared and stared, scared shitless. He looks at me slowly and then proceeds through my attic door. Needless to say, later when we cleaned out the attic days later we found a 100+ year old book, and 2 old boots, which looked exactly like the ones he had.

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1. Last november a couple of friends and I all went to this abondoned hotel outside of Orlando that we go to from time to time. To give you a little background on this place; there was a fire there in the mid 90s, and they just closed it and moved on. the fire only burned a few rooms, and when they left, they left everything there. All the rooms still have T.V.'s and mini refrigerators, sheets, towels, etc, etc. We usually go around about once a week, climb to the top room of the hotel(11th floor) and drink on the roof. From the roof you have a perfect view of downtown Orlando in the distance. The only negative is that sometimes when climbing the staircases, or exploring abondoned rooms you run into bums.
   
   So the night before me and this exact group of friends had gone to the hotel, and had a few beers on the roof, shot the shit, walked around the roof, had a good time, and then went home. the worst part of this is always the stairwells, because there is no power, and its echoey and there are usually bums in there, being creepy. so we decided to leave at about 3am, but first we were doing some exploring. we started exploring around the 7th floor, and found that almost every room was still eprfectly in tact (sheets, tvs, refrigerators), so we decided to come back the next day and get a few of the min fridges to make a minikegerator out of.
   
   the next day at about 10pm we hit up the 7/11 and buy a few cases of beer, load into the van and head to the hotel. We make the usual trek through the bushes, over the fences, up the 11 flights of stairs to the top floor. The only difference is that everything feels different this time (weve been there upwads of a dozen times). So my room mate and me start walking around the top floor with a pipe and a knife, thinking that maybe some rouge bums are gonna try and jump us or something. Anyways, we dont find anyone, but everyone still has a weird feeling. We mostly shrug it off, commence to climbing over the balcony onto the roof, and having a few beers. My friends are sitting in the living room of the hotel room smoking a joint, and I hear a few loud noises. I figure maybe its the cops coming to bust us for trespassing, or the bums finally getting pissed at us drinking in their home without their permission. so I hop the balcomy and run to where they are smoking, but none of them even heard it, so I'm a little on edge. After a few more beers we commence to doing the usualy antics we partake in (busting up mirrors, kicking holes in walls, setting a couch on fire, etc). At around 230am we decide its time to go grab a few of the minifridges and peace out. so we start our descent to the 7th floor, and on the way down pass a bum in the staircase. He pays us no mind, and we continue on our way. We get to the 7th floor and start walking around. We walk into the EXACT room that we were in the night before that had everything unscathed in it, and start talking about stuff. I was talking to myy friend Ben, and wasn't really paying attention, my room mate had the flashlight, and he was behind me, but we were just talking, and paying no heed to anything we were doing. so by now we are all in the room, and my roomie, Chris is just staring at the wall around the bed area. Suddenly he grabs me and mutters "yo, we need to get out of here, now". I'm confused, and I just kind of give him a weird look. (Chris is a big fuckin' ese, and a skin head, I've never seen him look scared, or concerned about anything) So he looks at me, nods towards the bed, and shines the flashlight. Where there had been a perfectly made bed the morning before, there was now sheets thrown about, blood all over the sheets, and wall, and spots on teh headboard where it seemed as if someone had been restrained. So I start flipping out, and he shines the light around the rest of the room...to which we notice there are bloody towels all over the place, the bathroom sink is fulll of blood, and towels, and there is blood all over the walls and floor. Its not dried blood either, its still red, not brown. so we all haul ass out of the room, and take off going down the stairs. Ive never descended 7 flights of stairs so fast in my life.

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1. I began working at a new venue in NYC about a year and a half ago now. Upon first arriving here, I noticed the place gave a really eerie vibe at night. It's so full of life when there's a show going on and completely does a 180 when its closed. I guess most big spaced places are like this anyway.
   When I first got here things seemed pretty normal. Regular venue just like any other I have ever worked at. Late one afternoon during a closed night, our janitor was done with his work and was leaving me alone to lock up the place. I still had plenty of work to do. He turned all the lights off with the exception of one stage light as I requested so the room wouldn't be completely dark. From my office there is a clear view of the stage and no one can enter or exit without passing through me first. After Muhmamed (our janitor) left I made sure the backdoor was securely locked. There are 2 entrances to the place and the only open one now was the front door. As I'm almost finishing up must have been around 8pm, I feel a cold gust of air brush past me. Noticed it strange since our AC was turned off. Also this is in the middle of summer. I thought it was just the wind from the front door trying to justify it. I was after all creeped out on this place to begin with so thought it was just my imagination. Well shortly after, I notice someone walk past the main room with the corner of my eye and quickly turned to look just in time to see a shadow passing by. I caught the shadow of what looked like a person so I quickly got up and jolted to the floor about 10 feet in front of me anyway. I looked and called out if anyone was there. No answer. I quickly checked the bathroom, the kitchen, and the back hall area and nothing. No one. When I moved I heard my own footsteps. When I saw this person walk past, it was completely quiet. By this point I was scared and confused so I locked up and quickly left that night.
   
   About a month after this another strange event occurred. It was around noon this time. I was on the phone with a customer when all of a sudden the sound system in the club began playing really loud. Usually our sound engineer will come around this time & start prepping up for the nights show so I thought nothing of it. I got up, closed the club doors and got back on my call. It was so loud the place was shaking. Bass blasting and all. After I got done with the call the music just stopped. Although I had not seen Will (our sound guy) come in, I thought he might have snuck past me. About 30 minutes later Will walks in the door and I make a comment along the lines of "back from lunch?". He looks at me a bit puzzled & says he just got in. I tell him about what I heard and happened & we both go in and check to see if anything was left on from the night before. The computer on the monitors is turned off and the monitors are still locked with a key. There's no sign that the system was ever turned on that day or left on from the night before. Also, to get music you have to plug in your ipod & nothing was plugged in. No one leaves their ipods behind anyway. We just both looked at each other thinking what the fuck and called Muhammed (janitor) and ask him if he heard the music too. I was beginning to think I was going crazy and might have just heard things but Muhammed agreed with me that for a short period, the music was just blasting in that room.

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1. My dorm freshmen year was supposed to be haunted. There is a "marble" sound that I read about after I had lived there for a while. It definitely happens. It sounds like hundreds of marbles are being dropped on your ceiling, even on the top floor. I knew the girls who lived above us and would go up there when I heard it, they would either a.) not even be home or b.) say they heard the same thing. Same building has a room that's supposed to be haunted and it's on the girls side. The girls would have shit happen to them even when they were out of class. They would get text messages saying there is an emergency or 911 all of the time, alarm clocks going off, and then they started waking up with bruises on their legs. I knew them so I know it's not just some secondhand story.
   
   There is also the Ridges, which used to be a mental institution. It has been renovated into a music and art building but they still haven't touched the TB ward, which is supposed to be the most haunted and where everyone goes anyways. There are graveyards adjacent to the building but it's really hard to break in the TB ward now a days. The main reason everyone goes there is because there is a body imprint in the floor. The story is it they were closing the building down and a girl who was mute was trapped inside. The body print is where she died and decomposed, still there, pretty fucking creepy. People leave her flowers and other shit next to the stain from time to time.

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1. Last summer i was staying in VA beach with friends just hanging out, enjoying my last summer before having to actually do something with my life. So pretty much all summer this group of like 5 or 6 of us would just go find random shit to do always trying to find creepy places and what not. So one night my friend Brad is like "my friend Ronald wants us to go up to williamsburg with him to check out this abandoned mental hospital." So of course were all down to go check it out. We get there and this place is legit creepy. Looks like something out of a movie. So we hop this stonewall thing near the back and get in through breaking a back window on the first floor. Place is filled with all sorts of wierd shit. Left over beds with straps on them. Old like medical supplies and boxes upon boxes of medical reports. A friend and i start looking through these boxes and we find all these projector slides so we start holding them up and looking at them with our flashlights. Were all creeped out by these things and all of a sudden the fuckin' ese Ronald is like "holy shit, that looks like my mom" so he pockets the slide and we think nothing of it. We get back to this dudes house and all ended up crashing over there. Next morning we wake up and Ronald tells his mom what we were up too last night and shows her this picture. As soon as she sees it she starts freaking out. Screaming uncontrolably and her nose starts pouring blood. By this point were all like WTF. Ronald called the ambulance and we got out of there. The next day my friend Brad called me up saying that appearantly Ronald's grandmother had tried to kill his mom when she was young and got put into this asylum for the rest of her like claiming insanity. Appearantly when she was being taken away she started yelling out that she'd find a way back to her and would haunt her again. Ronald had always been told his grandmother died when he was young and never knew anything of it. Appearantly now the dudes Mom is kind of a nutcase and think's that she's coming back for her.

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1. Heres just some weird things that have been happening to my gf's sister in their house. She swears there's something weird going on in the house.
   
   One day Kaylin (gf sister) was walking up the stairs to ask their mom a question and she stops in the doorway to see her mom on her hands and knees looking under the bed. Suprised she asked her mom what she was doing. Her mom looked up and was shocked to see her and said "Kaylin! I was in the bathroom and you were sitting on the bed talking to me and then you giggled and rolled over onto the floor and under the bed!" She just thought her mom might be crazy.
   
   A while ago Kaylin and her mom were in the living room and they clerly heard my gf scream "MOM!" at the top of her lungs. They both sat there and shouted "What!?" and they got no response. Then they heard her shout out "MOM!" again. and so Kaylin walked up stairs to see what the problem was and my girlfriend was asleep in her bed.
   
   A lot of other weird shit had happend there too, they've seen the dead bolt start locking and unlocking itself really fast at night and there was also a time they were watching a movie and the front door flew open and they heard someoen run upstairs and they ran out and called the cops cause they thought someone broke in. Cops came and checked the house and couldn't find anything.

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1. There used to be a hospital that was closed down sometime in the early 90's. They didn't start tearing it apart until a couple years ago. Anyway, growing up here, you're bound to cruise around in an old hospital, I mean it's too appealing right? So the first time we go in there, we're sketched out as fuck due to the fact that well....it's a creepy ass hospital, of course there is evidence of people going in there and just wrecking shit but whatever.
   
   I'll just stick to two examples of us being in there. If I remember correctly, the hospital was 5 stories tall with 3 separate wings. Anyway, you could get up to the roof in from one of the stair wells, so naturally we got up there. The building was kind of shaped in "C" form, but we couldn't figure out ways to get to the other sections of the building due to locked doors in the little room on the top of the building leading to the other parts of the roof being locked, so instead we thought i'd be an awesome idead to stand on the closest section to the next wing and just jump the gap onto the next roof. Mind you, this is like 4 feet, but scary as shit when you realize that if you fall, you will die. Anyway, we explore around and find the mechanical room, full of old ass electrical equipment.
   
   I start throwing switches and levers and things actually start happening, what happened? I have no clue but shit made noises. What I always thought was strange was that this building still had power, There was one room that face a neighborhood and was lit up during day, but all of it's lights still worked which was kinda creepy. From the roof we kind of climbed along this weird scaffled thing into the 4th floor, now that was actually scary. When you walk in, of course everything is more or less dark but there were spent shotgun shells on the floor and bird shit/feathers just covered the floor, bird stuff mashed into the walls....basically, at some point, someone just went off on pigeons in a nearly dark hallway. The thing that has always weirded me out about that hospital is that when you walk into some of the office sections, or desk areas it's like they just got up and left, books are still in there, pay stubs, memo's everything completely outdated. It's a pretty strange and surreal place to cruise around in.
   
   There is one part of our exploration of this place that is kind of sketchy. There was a basement level to this building, and one night we decided "fuckin' ese we have to find the morgue" anyway, we start searching around and end up in the basement. We didn't find the morgue there actually, I'm not sure if that hospital had one to be honest because we did find the wall freezers but they were behind the ER somewhere. At any rate, this basement. We go in there one night, and start looking around....the section we were in was all brick if I remember right, completely fucking freezing and had a terrible mold smell to it. The thing where I talked about people just "up and leaving" yeah, it's pretty obvious here. We walked around and just found shelf after shelf of random excess equipment. We are talking various parts, just full of shit. I find this desk down there with a fire code book from the 80's and some weird certificate, I decide that since this building was about to be torn down....I wanted to keep something. I left that place with a really strange feeling, as if I shouldn't have taken something from there, I couldn't sleep that night and was weirding out for like a week after that kind of having that "something is watching me feeling". Nothing amounted to all of that, and I'm sure it was purely psychological, but if I ever go and explore some weird shit again....I'm not taking mementos with me.

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1. When I was living on Cape Cod, my neighbors went out of town for the weekend and asked me to watch their dog and house while they were gone. So I go over to their house and everything is normal; the basement door is locked, all the windows are shut, and the dog is just chillin on the couch. I go back about 4 hours later and the first thing I notice when I walk in is that it's really fucking cold in the house. I looked over to the back wall and the windows were wide open. I shut the windows and then it hit me: where the fuck was the dog? I turned back to the house to find the dog, and noticed the basement door was wide open, and so I went over to go lock it again when I heard the dog whimpering downstairs. I walk down the steps and the dog was in the middle of the room staring at the ceiling and its mouth was foaming so much. Behind the dog, the laundry that was on the dryer was completely thrown everywhere, and old photo albums in boxes were strewn across the floor. I put everything back together, and brought the dog back upstairs, locked the door and left. I wasn't really scared at this point, it was all just very bizzare. When I went to check on the dog a third time, the basement was opened once again, but this time the dog was sitting in front of the staircase, looking down into it barking. I went back down to see if maybe there was a rat or something, and once again everything was scattered across the basement. That last time I just said fuck it and left it how it was. When the neighbors came home they THEN told me that their house was built on an indian burial ground and weird things happened to them all the time.
   
   
   This second encounter is in Clearwater, FL. Me and a few friends decided we wanted to go on a 'ghost tour' at the belleview biltmore hotel. The hotel was built in the 1800s and is creepy as fuck. So we start off just wandering the halls of the hotel, and we get to this hidden stairwell where the slaves were forced to use. As we were walking down the steps we heard footsteps running down towards us. We turn around to see if anyone is coming and they just stop right in front of us. We got freaked out and got off on the nearest floor, which happened to be the basement. The basement is pretty much really low tunnels that the slaves used to get around in. Nothing really happened in the basement, but it just had that eerie feeling. You weren't allowed on the top floor because of construction, but my friends and I snuck up there anyway, and there was a small ladder leading to the attic. I climbed up it first and was just sitting there looking around when something caught my eye. There was what looked like a shadow in the shape of the man, and as soon as I looked at it directly, it moved behind a pillar. I got the fuck out of there.

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1. there was a girl that lived in a rural town, one of those places thats nothin but a highway crossroads. everybody knows everybody kinda deal. a close family friend was going out of town on an overnight business trip and they asked her if she could house sit for a night. she of course obliged and didn't mine the extra little money.
   
   she gets out of school and goes over to the house. its already late afternoon by the time she gets there and the sun is starting to go down. its an old two story wooden house just like many of the others in the town. she gets inside and makes herself at home while she reads the note the family friend left her. it was the basics, how various appliances work, how to take care of their dog, remember to lock all the doors and windows before you go to bed.
   
   she fixes a sandwich and watches tv and does her homework for the remainder of the evening. the dog just hangs out with her, a chill old german shepard. a storm rolls in but its common that time of year.
   
   its getting late and she starts to drift off a bit and all the sudden heres a loud crash in the basement. she jolts awake extremely startled but thinks not much of it, rats or something falling over. so she checks all the windows and the front and back door and then goes down to the basement just to make sure everything was fine. a shovel and other equipment lay toppled over next to the basement window, just as she had expected. the window was open and rain and wind were pouring in. she shuts the window, locks it, goes back upstairs.
   
   she gets ready for bed and heads to the master bedroom, a large cozy place. the storm is getting worse and it makes her a little uneasy, but the dog curls up beside the bed and keeps her company, licking her hand, and she eventually falls asleep.
   
   throughout the night the storm continued and the thunder and lightning were as worse as ever. she woke up a bit startled and flung her arm over the edge of the bed. she felt the dog and he licked her hand and she was comforted again and went back to sleep.
   
   this happened a few more times throughout the night before the storm died down. she would wake, feel for the dog half asleep, he'd lick her hand and she'd go back to sleep.
   
   morning came and all was quiet and the storm was gone. she woke up and noticed the dog was no longer there, she figured he had gone downstairs because he was hungry or wanted out.
   
   she woke up and went down to the bathroom and heard a distinct dripping. she wondered if she hadn't turned the sink faucet off completely.
   
   she walked into the bathroom and screamed. there hanging by its legs, slung up in the shower, was the german shepard skinned. there was blood everywhere, all over the tubs and the walls and dripping down the drain. on the mirror was a note scrawled in blood 'humans can lick too'.

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1. I used to be a janitor at this old school with 4 other guys. A few days before school started, we had to go in and organize all the classrooms, like set up desks, chairs, make sure all rooms had chalk, etc. This school had the type of intercoms where you could talk back from the rooms to the main office. We finished early so we had some time to kill. We decided to play with the intercom. So we're going through each of the rooms, and we were expecting nothing. As we expected, we got nothing. Each one was silent and we'd click the next one. Again, not expecting anything. We were just pressin buttons. However, one of them was not silent. We heard something really loud and left it on that room. We listened in to what sounds like moving furniture. Now these rooms had like, 25-28 desk, and 25-28 chairs. The room we're listening to is just down the other end of the hall. The noise is someone moving around the chairs and desks. We run down as quick as we can toward the room. The doors locked, just as we left it. We open it up and someone has pushed ALL chairs and desks to the edge of the room. Two of the guys run out looking for anyone who could have done this. They look at the closest windows. Theyre locked. They check all the doors. Theyre locked. They run outside and see no one. They come back in and we have fixed the desks and chairs. We lock windows and the door again and go back to the office. Everyone looks at each other kind of creeped out. We press the button again and listen. Nothing. We figure this was just some elaborate prank by some smart kids. We go to shut it off and we hear the noises again. We run down and see all the desks and chairs pushed aside again. We fixed it all again and terrified try it once more. Sure enough after like 6 seconds of silence it happens again. We left immediatley and I will not go back to that school.

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1. Had a few things happen to me but nothing major though some of my friends have had some fucking insane shit happen to them over the years. This is what happened to us a few months ago.
   We were on tour in the states (We're all Irish) and we were booked to play a place called Summit, NY. Its pretty much in the middle of nowhere but we played it last tour too and it was great fun. This time the gig wasn't in the same place but in a bar down the street. Now the gig last year was in a place called the Lake View house, which is this fucking epic scary looking old American classic looking wooden building that used to be a hotel but they closed down recently. The owner Debbie still lived there with her daughter and one or two other people. The place is huge and decked out old school to add to the scary feel of the place.
   The first day we arrived there last year we were told by the promoter about all the crazy shit that happens there THEN we're informed that we are staying in the place that night. The owner had put aside rooms for us, we were stoked cause it was a free place to crash and it was going to be comfortable. We played the gig in the lake view then had a few beers/food and went to bed. I was fuckin freaking out cause of all the stories we had been told that day. Fuckin' guests seeing people dressed in vintage clothing walking around and all that shit.
   We were staying in what we were told was the most haunted room in the building. To be honest we kinda though that they were just fucking with us to see what we would do.
   I pretty much stayed up all night shitting a brick waiting for some ghost to burst in a surprise sex us or some shit but absolutely nothing happened. It was both relieving and annoying cause we really thought some shit was going to go down.
   So THIS year we get booked in the place again but like I said we play in a different place but we are crashing at the lake view again.
   We get to the hotel pretty late at about 2am or so and therse a different vibe in the place. We've got 2 rooms this time on a different floor from the last tour. Theres 3 of us in one room and 2 in another.
   I was in the room with 2 of the guys and it was FUCKIN HOT, like serious sweat box shit. The bed was like stone but fuck it we were tired, 2 of us bailed into the big bed and one crashed on the floor.
   We're thinkin its too warm to sleep so we just kinda lay around shooting the shit and talkin about the tour so far. After an hour we start to get a bit sleepy so we chill back and shut the fuck up. After about 10 mins of silence we're all drifting off to sleep when BANG! the fuckin door of our room gets kicked in, like a proper fuckin dropkick to the bastard. We all jump the fuck up shouting and freaking out. Must the wind we said to each other, which was total bullshit as there wasn't a fuckin breeze to be found that night.
   We start drifting off again after closing the door when BANG! motherfucker gets kicked in again super hard. We start thinking its the other two lads next door but the hallway outside is old wooden shit and creaks like a bastard when you walk on it. We check outside and there's no one there at all.
   We leave the door open this time thinking if it is the wind at least it might cool down the crazy hot room. Again we drift off when SLAM! the fuckin door gets slammed the fuck shut. That's fuckin it, I'm up and into the room next door where the others are asleep. at this stage its gotta be past 4am. I wake the bastards up and realize they have a fan and the room is pretty cool. "Get the fuck up, this kip is haunted to fuck. we are heading to Albany and we're getting a hotel, I cant take this Shining shit no more". They tell me to fuck off and don't believe a word of what I told em cause they didn't hear anything despite being next door.
   I head back into my room and get back into bed, we wedge a shoe in between the door and the door frame to stop the slamming as we were convinced it was going to happen again. 5 minutes later and it did SLAM! fuckin shoe gets mashed with the power of this shit. Lights on, we're up. Fuck sleep, call the ghostbusters. Then we all have a total freak out cause we see the chest of drawers next to the bed and all the fuckin drawers are sticking out even though they were closed 2 minutes ago. We didnt even hear them opening.
   Thats it, its 6am now. Dudes next door get pulled out of bed and we load the van and split to R.I for our last gig before bed.
   I don't think we'll be back to Summit!

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1. This was about 2 summers ago. I was home by myself. My mother was out shopping, my father was at work. My sister was at a friends house. I'm in my room (where I am now) on my laptop. In my house we have the upstairs (bedrooms), the bottom floor (kitchen and usual rooms) then we have a basement. About 10 years ago we turned half of the disgusting basement into another room for me and my younger sister to play in. So its just a nice furnished room. The other half is the storage area. We carpeted that side as well and added a lot of lights. The whole basement is nice. Not scary. I'm upstairs and my dog starts barking hysterically. He barks at anything that walks by outside. I figure he just saw someone. Then I hear something else. It sounds like someone is calling my name. Again, I figure its just the neighborhood kids outside so I ignore it. The phone rings and it's my dad. He says he's leaving work very soon and will be home early. I say ok and hang up. About 5 minutes later I hear the call again. This time its louder. It's definitley yelling KEITH. It sounds like it's outside. I look out and all the kids are gone. Again, I choose to ignore this as a lot of the kids have bikes and could have ridden away quickly. Buddy (my dog) starts barking more then I have ever heard him bark. He's flipping out. And then I hear my name again. Sounds like its downstairs. I grab a redsox bat I have in my room and go downstairs and look around, with hope that it's my father. I look in the driveway. His car's not there. I look for my dog. He's in the kitchen eating like nothing happened. I'm freaking out. All my doors are locked. Then I hear it again and it's so loud that it sort of hurts my ears. It sounds exactly like my father when he gets pissed but he's yelling my name. I calmed down cause I'm thinking my dad's trying to scare me. (He does this a lot) So I go downstairs. He's not there. Then I hear it one more time and it sounds like it's right next to me. I run upstairs and grab the phone and call his shop. He answers. I panic, drop the phone, grab Buddy and leave for my dad's shop. We get there and he's just about to leave. We go home and it doesn't happen. Nothing's happened since then, and nothing ever happened before that.

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1. 1) It was a night, just like every other night. I was home with my boyfriend and our cats and dogs (4 in total) We were watching some TV in our apartment. Not a creepy house. A brand new apartment complex. Not on a burial ground in rural ohio. Its in seattle. I know everyone says this, but I was NEVER comfortable in that apartment. Inmy bedroom I was fine. The living room always creeped me out. I've always had a problem to where I can't look out windows when its dark (which i'll explain in story 2) So I was always creeped by our giant sliding glass door (2nd level) to the deck. Anyways, we're watching some tv, and we get tired so we head off to bed. Our apt is set up pretty basic. You walk in the front door into our living room. Sliding door on your right, kitchen and dining room on your left, hallway straight ahead with our bedroom at the end. So we settle ourselves into bed with the dogs, who always sleep under the covers and our cats, who INSIST on sleeping on our feet. I always shut my bedroom door because the living room creeps me out so much. I cant fall asleep. My boyfriend is completely passed out, and I decide to watch some tv. I'm 100% awake, and I hear this THUD. at this point i'm super alert. I figure its the upstairs neighbors. I notice my dogs are looking around to find the source of the noise, as are my cats, whom all remain on the bed. Then I hear a second THUD, then CRASH. My whole apartment shakes. MY dogs are freaked and the cats are just staring at the door. After the 2nd thud i exclaim "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" to my boyfriend who says "i dont know, but I def heard it". WE are sitting up at this point staring into the darkness trying to figure out whats going on. Then, out of nowhere our door starts violently shaking, the door knob is chattering, and moving. in plain sight. We just sit there, motionless. Then it stops. Mind you, we are the ONLY people inthe apartment, and all our animals are in bed. So my boyfriend grabs his gun and runs out the door. Hes smashing through the bathroom door and kitchen pantry door only to find NOTHING. All the doors are locked, everything is silent. He comes back and we talk for a minute about what it could be. I look outside our bedroom window (it has a view of everyones apartment pretty much) and nobody seems to have thier lights on or anything. I make him pray and do all this religious shit before i fall back asleep. I wake up the next morning to discover these gashes in my legs. All over. fat ones. I can guarantee my cats did not scratch me, I can tell the difference. I was thouroghly creeped. We moved out 3 months later.

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One night, when I was living in Knoxville, me and a couple friends were driving past an abandoned insane asylum in knoxville near UT called "Lakeshore." Apparently it was shut down and abandoned after malpractice claims and now its seldom used. There is a big hotel like structure which is the main building and then a silo looking structure right in the middle. Next to this is a little, square brick building with a light on hanging from string in the middle of it and one chair.

We were all a little freaked out just because it was all foggy and that place is creepy as shit, so my friend decides it would be a good idea to tell us a little bit about it. To my knowledge, this is all true. He tells us that one of his friend's dads is a psychiatrist and he handles some of the patients who were once in this asylum. One day his dad had to retrieve some files from Lakeshore. He gets there and a couple of guards accompany him to the small brick room with the one light. In the room is a big metal door with a padlock on it and a guard sitting in front of it. The police officer and security guard are both looking a little nervous at this point and they inform him that they'd never been inside it. They unlock the door and apparently there was a long staircase that went deep underground and there was no light (artificial or natural) down the staircase at all, so they all had to carry flashlights.

When they get to the bottom its just a long hallway with doors on either side. He tries a couple doors and finally comes across one that has a file cabinet and he begins looking for the files. In the room though was apparently a long metal table with chains all over it and there were scalpels and other medical devices strewn on the ground. He couldn't find the file he needed so he tried a couple more doors. Now, this part I suspect isn't true but it still freaks the shit out of me. Apparently his dad opened up a door and then immediately shut it. Inside the room he opened he said there was a dark, congealed substance all over the walls. Needless to say we were all freaked the fuck out. This place really exists. If you live in the Knoxville area or are visiting the campus, go check it out at night. Apparently a ghost also haunts silo there too. I guess someone committed suicide by jumping off of it and every once in a while you can see his ghost committing suicide again

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1. My friends house is haunted. Doors always open and close on their own and not because of the wind. This house is in the valley so all the windows are closed and the AC is on.
   
   Anyways. One time were recording some songs in his room on his computer and were doing vocals in his closet. We had a mic rigged up in there and there was one light and a shelf in there. So I'm in there doing my thing with the door closed so no other sound would get in. Something was up with the computer, my friend said he was hearing some humming or buzzing. He yells at me from outside that somethings wrong and to stop and at that moment the one light in there turned off and the stuff from the shelf fell off onto my head. I was weirded out so I went to open the door and it wouldnt open. So I'm in there yelling at them to open the door and they said they werent even touching it. Theres no lock on the door and I could turn the knob but the door wouldnt budge. So I'm stuck in there in the dark for about 15 seconds and I finally fling open the door and my friends were sitting at the other end of the room looking at me in shock.

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1. my friend's house in fontana is supposedly haunted. his mom would tell me stories about how when my friend and his sister were kids, they went on vacation or something for a few days and when they got back the neighbors would tell them that they could hear people screaming and arguing in the house when no one was home.
   
   in that same house when my friend was still a kid he claimed he used to see shit down the hallway at night. he said he used to see a pink flamingo and sometimes a short man with a top hat like a leprechaun. no one really believed him but when his younger cousin would sleep over she would insist in not sleeping in my friend's sisters room (the way her room is organized, you can see down the hallway when laying down if you have the door open). turns out she used to see the same things my friend did. you get this really weird creepy feeling in his house at night (it is fontana though). when i sleep over the house in the morning i sometimes joke around that i saw a flamingo and he gets uneasy.
   
   same friend's mom also told me a story once about the time her dad passed away. she said she had a real hard time dealing with it and was really depressed. she said she prayed one night asking god to give her a sign that her dad was alright and in heaven. the next morning she left for work and she got a call from her husband saying that the chili tree in the backyard was filled with all kinds of chilis and that the plants out front were blooming with tons of flowers. the day before there was not one chili or flower.

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1. Similar to the person who posted the "say hi mommy"....
   
   My nephew was around 2 and was upstairs in his room playing by himself. He yelled out to my sister to come upstairs, and when she got there he just kept asking where the old man went. I guess he saw an old man hanging out in his room then he disappeared. That made me uneasy when I was younger. I remember hearing noises in this house but I'm pretty sure it might have just been my brother in law playing late night sessions of Resident Evil.
   
   Also, same house....my sister's friend is visiting from California, and this fuckin' ese is a big fat Mexican guy, probably about 300lbs. Anyways, he's going to the bathroom upstairs, the door slams him in the face and knocks him on his ass. There was definitely more of a force than wind.
   
   Finally, same house. My sister's family was out for the day and when they came back a bunch of their living room/dinigg room furniture was all stacked on the dining room table, no one was home in the time that this occurred. At that house on the front porch there was an upside down horseshoe hung above the entrance on the porch (horseshoe = good luck/upside down horseshoe = bad luck.) It was still there the last time I passed the house.
   
   Also, I posted this one in the thread last year, it's not a ghost story but it's scary shit. My nephews and niece were playing in the yard at their old place just outside of the city. A car pulled up, and the driver was screaming that his wife needed help, and asked my nephews to come over, but my oldest nephew was smart enough to say that he would go in and get his parents to help. While he went inside, the people told my other nephew and niece to come over and help, but my nephew picked up my niece and carried her towards the back porch. When my brother in law came out, the car sped off. It's fucked to think that someone would try and and kidnap my nephews and niece. I know it happens, but it was really shocking, and I was so pissed off when I found out about it.
   
   Also a friend of mine throughout junior high/highschool had this experience when he was younger. My friend lived in a house just around the corner from where I live now when he was younger (4 or 5 I think.) Well one night he was in the bathroom, taking a bath, which if I remember correctly was in the basement. According to him, a "smokey face appeared" and told him to get out. For the whole time they had been living there, the power in the basement was constantly cutting out. They had an electrician check it out, and he said it was perfectly fine. A week after they moved, they got a call from the new owners asking if they'd had trouble with the power in the basement at all because it wasn't working again.

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1. since i got time to kill i'll write aboout my workplace as well.
   I work at a whole foods and that building is probably about a hundred years old, used to be a brewery. When i stared working there one of the overnight dudes would tell me all these stories about hearing footsteps in the other aisles while they were stocking when there was no one else in the store and just random products lying on the floor, knocked down from the shelves.
   
   Didn't believe him till one night, fifteen minutes after closing time and this fuckin' ese Mark were facing one of the frozen aisles. There was another fuckin' ese chris touching up the grocery aisles on the other side of the store. Welll right as i was finishing facing one more dope i remarked to Mark that Chris shouuld be done by now. At thhat very moment as i closed the door I saw a reflection of someone walking right behind me on the glass door. I naturally assumed it was Chris coming from the grocery aisles and I immediately turned and there was no one there. At first I thought i imagined it but I look down at Mark in the freezer next to me, on his knees facing the bottom shelf and he's looking up at me cause he saw it as well reflecting off my glass door.
   since then it's happened to me a couple more times where I've seen a reflection of someone walking right behind me while I'm working the frozen aisle...

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1. I worked in dorms at college but nothing cool ever happened to me. You'd hear footsteps on the stairs and then no one would be there. My boss claims a voice told him to "get out" while he did end of the year damage assessments.
   
   The block I live on now was built in the 1800s (my neighbor's garage was the town livery). I hear voices and noises all the fucking time when I'm trying to sleep. It sounds like the radio is on with a bunch of people talking at once.
   
   A lady my mom worked with had a 2 year old boy. Her dad died so they went to the cemetery to see the grave, etc. As they're walking out, the 2 year old is walking past grave stones going "Hi baby! Hi baby!" and waving. The mom starts noticing the dates on the headstones and sure enough, the kid is only waving at baby graves.

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1. This isnt ghost related buta bunch of friends and I often go on adventures exploring old abandoned places, since I live on the border of mass and ri this is perfect considering the amount of factory's in fall river and mental hospitals all over mass. Doing this has also gotten me into some trouble in the past as well. A good friend of mine not to long ago made a trip to a hostpital in Exeter RI called the ladd school. If you do some research on this place some screwed up stuff went down there and its considered one of the most haunted places in RI. To make things short my friend was in the main building called the fogarty building. He was going down a hall and he kept hearing swinging and banging at the end. The other people with him where too afraid to go down the haul. My friend will decided to go down and walked into a open room with a lot of windows. Sure enough it was a window that opened from the inside hitting a closet door. The door to the Closet was somewhat ajar.As my friend will went to open it the rest of the way, something fell. It was one of those janitor type buckets used to clean the floors that was full of skinned rats in a little pool of blood. The creepy thing was it was fresh. More or less in my eyes it was prob some kids trying to be funny and set some kind of booby trap but over all that was creepy.
   
   Another time a couple of my friends went for a walk on these trails called weetamo woods in Tiverton RI. Theres about 70 acres preserved because it was Indian land and their is still a couple of cellars left from really old cabins from the settlers around there. As my friends where walking they came up with the idea of walking to this huge rock that you could climb and see everything for a few miles. They took a path that led that would make the trip quicker. They ran into a guy who was acting really sketchy. The guy told him that they should take that path, he said their was something down there. My friends decided to be assholes and make fun of him cause it seemed like something out of a movie. my friends suggested that it might be a coyote or something and the guy looked at them and his face lit up and he started agreeing and insisted they go back to the other path. As he left my friends quoted him laughing there asses off. they started back up the path and came to a little open area where the dirt was all pushed around and there were rocks. the rocks where in a pentagram. My friends didn't think much of it considering it could just be someone being funny. They came back a couple nights later with a couple of friends after they told them the story to check it out. they got to the spot and the pentagram was still there just moved to the other side of the little clearing.They took the rocks and moved them around into a cross and wrote i love jesus in the dirt. my friends went up the path a little bit to the main path and came back about 5 minutes later. The rocks were moved back into the pentagram in the same spot. And the I love Jesus was scribbled over and covered in some white dust that looked like chalk.This meant the entire time my friends were their they werent alone. they looked around and saw no one. they decided to not joke around anymore and left. Recently we went back there and theres nothing there but it still was a bit creepy knowing someone was watching you

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1. School 4 in jacksonville fl, there was said to be a mass suicide in the school due to the headmaster raping kids and shit, however thats just a legend but what isnt is how every satan worshipper in town pretty much lived in that place in the early 90s. when they raided it they found al sorts of bones, human and other. we just to go in there alot, sometimes youd hear shit like kids laughing or footprints never really saw shit however you could climb through a hole into the basment and manage to crawl under these like structure tunnels or some shit down there you would always feel super uneasy and usually see shit out of the corner of your eye. Well one time during the day me a friend and these 2 girls went to the school cause our friend Megan had to take photos for a school project. we were in an upstairs hallway, megan was taking pictures of the other girl and me and my friend were just walking around behind her so we didnt end up in the shot. Now both girls had short hair like down to the ears maybe. well we leave and nothing felt weird, well megan gets the picture done and right next to the other girl, clear as day you can see another girls face part of her shoulders and hair that goes way past what part of her shoulder you can see. the girl was sorta see through but it was clear, megans teacher said it was not a double expossure or whatever. we had a copy framed and hanging up in my house for awhile but someone stole it at a party.

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1. The Witch's Footprint
   The dying curse of a woman executed as a witch still haunts The grave of the evil man who falsely accused her and had her sentenced to death.
   Despite seances conducted by spirit mediums and scientific tests with the most sophisticated equipment available to parapsychologists who study the occult sciences, no one has been able to eliminate the tell-tale imprint of the witch's foot from her persecutor's tombstone.
   Colonel Jonathan Buck was a colonial officer and an important and politically powerful citizen in the state of Maine - so prominent, in fact, that Bucksport, The village he founded, was named after him. But the exact details of the events surrounding the trial and legal lynching of Ida Black are hazy and have been lost by the passage of time since her tragic death during the late 17th Century witchcraft hysteria in the New World.
   Although the men and women murdered by their neighbors in Salem, Massachusetts, are the most commonly remembered victims of the lethal religious hysteria that swept the colonies during the early years of European settlement in America, many others also died at the stake, by the noose, or crushed by boulders piled on their pain-wracked bodies in demented efforts to cleanse their souls of Satan and his demons.
   Ida Black was one of the innocent victims whose slaying would have gone virtually unknown if not for the agonized curse she pronounced on her tormentor moments before her death.
   According to some accounts, Ida was a beauty who had the misfortune of becoming the mistress of the arrogant and hardhearted Colonel Buck. When her looks began to fade and he tired of her, it's said, he arranged to have her accused of witchcraft Defenseless against the enmity of her former lover, she was quickly convicted and condemned to death.
   But other tales claim that the victim of the blackhearted frontier bigwig was an unattractive crone who was typical of the victims selected for persecution during the wave of witchcraft hysteria. She was old, eccentric, lived alone and was without friends or relatives to defend her.
   Still other legends paint the victim as an Indian woman whose husband had been shot in the back by Colonel Buck during a quarrel. According to some depiction's from that era, Ida was burned at the stake and her former lover personally ignited the wood piled at her feet.
   But according to most accounts handed down through the centuries, Ida Black was hanged. All the stories seem to agree, as well, that the last agonized words of the woman executed for witchcraft pronounced a terrible curse on the colonel.
   "Though you may slay me now, my colonel," she croaked, "I shall come back and dance upon your gravestone while you roast in hell."
   It was a powerful curse, uttered at a moment of extreme emotion and distress, and Colonel Buck didn't take it lightly. It haunted him throughout the remainder of his life, and members of his family shared his concern.
   When he died, they took special care to select a perfect stone that was unblemished in any way for his final memorial. They called in the most respected stonemason in the area to shape the stone and carve the name of the family patriarch. As expected, Jonathan Buck's tombstone was the finest of all those in the little cemetery. It seemed only proper, after all.
   Then, on the anniversary of the accused witch's death, a curious thing occurred. The image of a woman's dancing foot and lower leg - first tinged with the color of rust, then with bright red blood - began to form on the front surface of the once-perfect stone.
   The good citizens of Bucksport were horrified, but none so much as the family survivors of the colonel. They ordered the stone sanded and cleaned. But the image remained, so they ordered the sanding to be performed again, and again. Eventually the stone was sanded and cleaned more than a dozen times, but always the image returned within a few hours after the work was completed.
   At last, Colonel Buck's heirs gave up on the stone, and ordered a new one erected in its place. A few days after the new tombstone was placed on his grave, the image of the woman's dancing foot began slowly forming once more.
   So the second stone was removed and replaced with another clean rock slab, professionally formed by the best available stonemason and inscribed with the colonel's name. Within a few days, the mystifying footprint had again formed on the new stone.
   This time the family members had to concede that they had enough, and they gave up. The third and final tombstone erected for Colonel Buck still stands in the cemetery at Bucksport today - with the enigmatic form of the dancing foot deeply etched into the front surface directly under his name.

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1. a few years ago i was brushing my teeth in my bathroom and i got a really weird feeling. so i stepped aside and looked in my mirror.
   there was an incredibly pale little girl standing there in a white fluffy dress.
   i turned around and she looked into my eyes and then dissapeared.
   
   a few weeks after that i was home alone and was sitting in my room reading a book when all of the sudden i heard someone very angrily scream my name into my ear.
   
   a few weeks after that i was at a party and my little brother and sister were home alone. they called me in hysterics screaming that they needed me to come home right now. i had never heard them so scared so i sped home.
   i pulled onto my street and my little sister and brother were outside crying holding kitchen knives. they said someone was screaming upstairs.
   i went upstairs and heard a noise in the laundry room. i went in and everything was thrown all over the room and all of the clothes were pulled out of the washer and dryer.

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1. This is all true. Everything.
   When I lived in Connecticut (West Hartford), I was really good friends with this kid Jeremy Hirschl who's Dad was soon facing a house arrest thing for a huge legal scam. So he decided to buy the biggest house he could find in WH that was available (I don't really know how that worked)
   This house was BIG as fuck. When he went to check it out he fell in love, like 4 floors, really sweet house.
   There was a huge backyard with a basketball/tennis court and a two story guest house/garage.
   When he checked out the guest house thing, he noticed that there really wasn't anything on the second floor, so he asked the Realtor about it, and there was a room in there that all kinds of crazy shit went on in, so they built a dry wall over the door. He decided it wasn't a big deal, and he bought the house.
   A few months later he decided to tear that motherfucking wall down.
   Inside he found a full bed(mattress, sheets, pillow) and the springs for the bed were spikes, and there was spots of blood all over the sheets, and there were big ass leather straps hanging off of the sides of the bed. This of course freaked him out, but it wasn't 'til he opened up the closet that he seriously regretted going into the room.
   Inside were Polaroids of people hanging from nooses and people laying in the bed bloodied. You can tell every single one of the pictures was taken in that little room. After they tore down the wall, tons of weird shit started happening around the house, doors would open, glass would break, and everytime they went back into the crazy room, the straps were adjusted/unadjusted. Nuts. I only went in there once and I got the worst feeling ever.

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1. when i was little my grandparents lived in this huge old house in baltimore that was on the edge of a kinda bad neighborhood. it was really cool and historic and there was a movie made there. anyway, i used to go there all summer every year. one summer, i was like 9 or 10, i was upstairs watching tv and my grandparents were on the back porch outside. so i was watching cartoons and then all of a sudden, i saw what looked like this little ghost hand wave in front of my face. i looked over and for a very quick second i saw what looked like a boy about my age sitting on the couch next to me and then it went away. i ran screaming downstairs and outside to where my grandparents were. i told them i saw a little ghost boy and my grandmother told me a little boy died in the house a long time ago before they bought it. then, literally like 3 minutes after i had been outside, we heard some woman screaming from the alley behind the house "HELP ME!!!!!" like she was being fucking murdered. it was the scariest thing ever.
   
   other people had seen ghosts in my grandparents house before, too. my aunt saw a woman in a white nightgown and someone else saw an old man once too.

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1. In high school as a teenager I sometimes stayed at this girl's house who lived in western Maryland, near Frederick. She lived on an older farm. The house had an old original side & a side that was recently build as an add on. The family slept on the new side & I slept on the couch in a tv room on the old side.
   
   I would just hang around with this girl, relax, watch tv, etc, but occasionally when I was watching tv I could see a figure walking out of the corner of my eye. It moved around right near the door way & anytime I looked over to see who it was, there wasn't anyone there. I didn't think too much of it nor did I say anything to anyone about it. One night though, when I was sleeping, I woke up abruptly to find a figure standing in the doorway looking right at me. I thought at first that it was the girl's step-father being really creepy but the figure was too small & frail looking. It looked like an old man. I stared at it for about 20 seconds before I finally blinked & it disappeared. I stayed up the rest of the night listening to the clock tick & chime on every hour.
   
   In the morning, I asked the girl if her step father came downstairs by any chance & maybe see if he was a sleepwalker. She talked to him & later in the day he asked to speak to me alone. Thinking he was going to tell me to stay the hell away from his daughter, I was surprised when the conversation literally went like this:
   
   Stepfather: Hey, Rachel talked to me & asked me if I was walking around last night. I just wanted to let you know that I wasn't out of my room last night.
   
   Tcakes: Ok, I didn't think so.
   
   Stepfather: Can I ask you something? You sit on the left side of the couch when you watch tv right? Right where the couch reclines?
   
   Tcakes: Yeah normally.
   
   Stepfather: Does it ever look like theres a figure walking around in the corner of your eye near the doorway? Like walking back & forth?
   
   That was weird because I never told anybody about that & he described it perfectly to me. He told me that the previous owner of the house was an older man who lived there with his grandson. The grandson was killed in what I remember to be a situation involving him leaving his car on while he was on a hunting trip & falling asleep in it. The grandfather apparently took it extremely hard & his health deteriorated rapidly. He died a short time later.
   
   Anyway, apparently the grandson & I shared similar traits (fair skin & reddish hair). The stepfather thought that the old man was looking at me because I reminded him of his grandson. He also asked me not to say anything to the rest of his family because he had didn't want to frighten them.