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Thursday, February 21, 2013
Spirits Don’t Like Change
We’ve
lived in the house we’re in for almost ten years and nothing ever
happened until about three years ago. The soil our house was built on
was destroying the foundation so the entire basement was totally
demolished (literally, our upper level was raised up on rail road ties!)
and rebuilt. I’d always lived on the upper
level until we rebuilt the basement. I was in sixth grade when I moved
my room downstairs.
The
first time anything happened to me my older sister had come over to
babysit. Ironically enough, we had been watching Ghost Hunters right
before I went to bed which made me wait to tell anyone about what
happened for a while fearing they’d chalk it up to me being freaked out
by the show. I’d only been in bed for about
five minutes when I heard a man’s voice right behind me say “Tojo.” I
thought maybe my dad was home so I rolled over but no one was in my
room. A second later, I heard the same voice say “Toe.”
After
that I turned on my radio, my clock light, and shut my eyes tight! The
voice was definitely not coming through the vents, voices always echo if
I hear them that way. A few weeks later I heard a woman whisper
something I couldn’t quite make out. Since then I haven’t heard any
voices in my room but I’ve seen shadows
every so often.
Since
then we’ve had more creepy things happen throughout the house then I
feel like typing out! When my sister house sits while we’re away she
always hears voices (we don’t have neighbors close enough to be heard)
and has strange things happen. Most notably she had a door shut on her
hard enough to leave a bruise. Just
so you know, there is no draft that could make move. We’ve realized
recently that most of these things happen whenever we’re doing
renovations on the house.
Coincidence?
My parents are presently redoing their closet so we’ll see what
happens! As long as it’s not malicious, I’m happy to see what will
happen next.
What Did it Take From Me?
Ok
so last night I was at my brother’s house because my mom had to work
and she didn’t like leaving me alone at the house right? So it was
really late and I got tired and went to sleep in his friend Stephanie’s
room because she wasn’t tired, and I kept waking up in the middle of the
night because they kept coming in
there and then falling back to sleep. I fell asleep on my back at some
point, too.
It
was 6 or 7 in the morning and Stephanie and my cousin Sylbia were still
up watching “Breaking Dawn” out in the living room. I was all alone in
the room because my brother was asleep in his room. I was dreaming all
of the sudden, I don’t know what happened before I started to dream,
it’s all a blank slate in my mind. I
found myself lying in Stephanie’s room, but I felt an intense desire to
get away from something. Then the next second, there was a black mass
coming up close to my face,Then I got really scared. Then my head
started to move slowly to the left, and I wasn’t doing it. Whatever it
was was making my face turn in the direction of the cross on Stephanie’s
dresser. Then I heard a weird draining sound
and this creepy,dark,male throat-singing type thing.It wouldn’t let me
move. It wouldn’t let me scream. It wouldn’t even let me breath. And it
compressed my face against the side of the pillow,making me face the
direction of the cross, like I said before.
It
felt like a long time before I could move again. It was a dream, but it
wasn’t a dream at the same time because when I woke up, I ran out of
Stephanie’s room and told her what I saw. She said she saw two small red
scratches on my face from where it made me turn my head. And when I
woke up I was like that too. I didn’t
go back to sleep after that.
I’ve
heard of sleep paralysis, but you don’t get hurt from anything when it
happens do you? I’ve also heard of Incubi and Succubi like trying to
rape people in their sleep and take their souls. But it didn’t try to
rape me. The weird thing is my mom was gone, and she had dreams like
this all the time. I told this to my
dad the next morning and he said it may have been a succubus or an
incubus. Since they attach themselves to a host it seems. My mom was
gone, so it probably thought it could leech off me and get away with it.
I don’t think so. But after the experience, I felt like something was
missing from me. Like it took something from me and it scared me to
think of what it could have taken from me while I
was helpless at the time. But I want what it took back. And I will stand
up to anyone down there to get it.
Sylbia
said this kind of thing happened to her twice while she’s lived with my
brother, both when I was there. I also got really sick a few hours
after this happened. My mom said this thing tortured her for a long
time. I’m the youngest in my family, I’m 13. My sister is 15, my brother
is 25 and my other brother is 22.
I’m also the one who has the strongest sense of justice in the whole
family. I won’t settle for anything unless it’s right and regret it if
it’s wrong. Sylbia said it was probably trying to take the good from me.
The
reason this scares me so much is because of my birthday. And the fact
that every time I look at the clock it’s 11 something. 8:11.10:11.11:11.
11/11 happens to be my birthday and I looked up this whole thing and it
said something about angels and a destiny. I chose to follow it and my
sense of justice and whatnot is
perfect. I try to do what’s right no matter what. I’m not even suppose
to be alive right now. My mom smoked while she was pregnant with me, she
didn’t care apparently since she knew she was pregnant, I was 3 months
early, I weighed 1 lb and my lungs weren’t developed. That’s why I think
I was suppose to do what ever is in store for me depending on what I do
that is right. And I know that there’s
forces out there that will steer me away from that. If I let it anyway. I
don’t plan on letting it get to me. I have an odd desire to be a hero. I
can’t explain that but it’s what I feel is what I should do. I hate
when stuff like this happens to people. I can’t let anything get in my
way, and if whatever it was took something from my body that it
considered important, then you can bet I want it
back and I don’t like being toyed with, especially when it comes to
demons. I want what it took from me and I’ll do almost anything to get
it back regardless of its importance. It came from me so it’s mine and I
probably need it for something. I don’t mean organs when I say this
either. Any thoughts on this before I do something stupid and provoke
it?
My Grandma Saved My Life
Ever
since I was 8 years old I have had this feeling of having encounters
with the dead. When we lived in our old house I used to have an
imaginary friend that my parents said I always spoke to. Though I cannot
remember her name, I do remember one instance. I had been sitting in my
parents room watching a movie and I
offered my imaginary friend to sit on the bean bag chair that I had
brought into the room. I have always been told that I was a very OCD,
tidy child, and I remember making sure that the bean bag chair was
completely flat and smooth, as everything had to be back then. I
remember turning towards the movie after I had offered for her to sit
down, and hearing a sound, looking at the bean bag chair,
there was an indent as though someone was sitting down. My parents
stated that I often spoke to people who weren’t there and thought it to
just be my imagination.
We
moved into our new house when I was 10, and although I feel safe in the
home, I have always had this feeling of being watched. My friends often
comment on how I speak to people who are not there,they too, feel it is
just my imagination.
My
mother has finally started to believe my stories because two years ago,
my grandmother (her mother) got very sick. The two of us had always
been close and I spent many summers with her, so when she got sick, it
was very hard on me. She had been a strong smoker all of her life, and
she always had this certain smell to
her, different than cigarette smoke (I have many friends who smoke as
well). Anyway, my grandmother ended up not making it, and she passed on
two days before my 17th birthday. I didn’t even get a chance to say I
love you one last time, or to hear her voice say it back.
My
parents gave me a gold angel necklace the day of her wake, which was on
my birthday (my grandfather did not want her actual funeral to be on my
birthday). My mother had said that my grandmother was now my angel,
because she loved me more than anything, and that the necklace would
always symbolize her love for me. I
wore that necklace every day, exactly one year to her death, I was
speeding in my car (trust me, I know it was stupid) to meet my at the
time boyfriend for a date, which I was late for. The road I had driven
hundreds of times before, and I knew all the turns to slow down on. At
one point I had not been paying attention, and I lost control of my car.
I went into a ditch which was surrounded by
trees. I was so far down that no one could see me. When I had lost
control, I had started to scream as my car started to spin around, and I
just remember stopping, and feeling this warmth as though someone was
holding me. When I had finally stopped, I was clinging to the angel
necklace that I had gotten on the day of her wake. I do not remember
ever reaching up to grab the necklace. When
everything became silent, I heard a whisper of I love you, and I swore I
could smell her distinct smell, one that I will never be able to
forget.
I
looked around my car and started to cry. I couldn’t get out of any of
the doors, because my car was smashed in at every point except for where
I was sitting. The glass from both my front and back windshields, was
in a circle around me, as though I was in a bubble. My review mirror,
which had broken off at impact, had
hit my shoulder, and that was the only thing that had hurt me, just a
tiny little bruise. When the police came, they thought I was going to
have to be air lifted out, they said it was a miracle that I was even
walking. They said I should have at least been paralyzed from the waist
down. When they saw the mirror, they had asked where it hit me, fully
believing it had hit me in the head, when I
told them it was just my shoulder, they didn’t believe me. They said it
was as if something had deflected it from hitting my head, and it went
at an angle impossible of going on it’s own. I had climbed out of my
window, and taken a look at my car, it didn’t even resemble a car. I
have told my story to those who have asked, and I will always state with
all my heart that my grandmother saved my
life that day, that she is the reason I am able to walk and breathe on
my own.
I just wanted to say thank you grandma for saving my life, and for always being there for me.
Old State Road Ghost
Old State Road Ghost
by Chris
(South Carolina)
(South Carolina)
Well we have disproved everyone of these, the railroad is on some odd hill thing, the "lady" is a sign, and the noose is loose cable thats hanging from the bridge.
However, we have found things of our own, the bridge was the sight of a civil war battle. While Sherman marched towards Columbia, and the confederates made a last stand against them, the union soldiers flanked the confederates by crossing the creek in the night. We've heard people walking and falling in the creek, and have even seen union soldiers and lanterns.
The railroad is odd as well but we just don't know why. We've had some experiences there, and so on this trip decided to take some pics. In this picture, well first off it was taken by our friend, with our other friend next to him. In the pic you can see me in the orange, my girlfriend next to me, and our other friend was standing to the left of her, barely visible. (If you look closely on the left side you can see his gut poking in frame slightly).
But to the left of me in the picture you can slightly see what looks like somebody standing facing the camera. Upon further and closer investigation we noticed this "person" appears to be my friend who is barely in the pic on the left, and that he's facing the camera, and also waving.
First thought was that it was somehow a reflection within the picture as I've had that problem with pictures taken there before, but that's always symmetrical with the object it's reflecting, where here it is not.
Also our friends facing towards the right in this picture while this person is towards the camera, so I don't think that is it. I'm not sure if this is some supernatural being mimicking the appearance of my friend and waving towards us, or some odd camera trick, and I just need some help finding out please.
Also a good note is at the time of the pic my friend was not waving towards the woods haha
Really Scary Ghost Story
This really scary ghost story is called " The Hill.
The Hill
If I were you, I would go back and forget I told you this. But the telling must come because such things have to be told.
I promise, it won’t be painful.
What happens to you and I after we’re gone is very much our business, and perhaps by saying this you can prepare.
There are so many things I can put here, but I wish not to confuse or condemn. Opinions are why we have gotten to this place and I can only tell my tale, hoping that you, too, will listen. And believe.
There is a land, far north. It is rocky and harsh and few people live there. It is far away from life as we know it. There is very little transportation, few radio or television shows and certainly no newspaper circulation.
In fact, wildlife roams free on this land, and birds swarm to this high, rocky place. The wind smells glorious and the sun shines uninhibited by civilization.
There are towns nearby, but they are small and undeveloped. After all, there is nothing to develop them into.
As a ruin, the house sits high atop a rocky hill.
Alone.
There is much history to this place, but that history is centuries old. Nothing recent has happened here, perhaps with good reason.
This huge manor has been vacant for nearly a hundred years. It was cleared of human-kind by a spirit so malevolent no one will step foot inside. Its carcass is one of stone and wood. There are no windows left, merely shells and decaying debris of a history very few have knowledge of.
I don’t want to overstate what happened in this house. Perhaps such things happened regularly, I don’t know. But here the master held the house in such trepidation and fear, that their ghosts are still visible, as reported by some.
A master, eager for ale and whiskey loved imbibing, as some of us are. But this master was incredibly mean and evil. Respect for others, he had none. Perhaps he, himself was agitated by something deeper, we’ll never know.
So much hatred and violence came from this master, that his household was held in deep fear for a very long time.
But before you think this is a story of the evil master and those he haunted, it is actually a story of those who did nothing.
Caught in a trap of fear, the ghosts that exist in this ancient place are those who had opportunity to overturn the master, but never acted to do so.
The evil master has never been seen, only his victims. Howling and wailing have been heard. Unsettled feelings and images of being horrified have been recorded.
But never a speck of the evil one.
And so, while you read this tale, never—ever be afraid to expose and overturn those who wish you ill, if you are truly encountering evil. There are always solutions.
This is, in no way, an avocation of violence or hatred. There is always intelligence, craftiness and most of all, honor and courage, and those are the best ways to solve problems.
Those solutions are yours and the universe awaits you and your inquiries.
But never be a victim.
This is called integrity.
Without it,
You may become a ghost yourself.
Really Scary Ghost Story
This really scary ghost story is called "A Face in the Hall." Enjoy!
A Face in the Hall
Frozen against the wall, my eyes stretched painfully wide and I stood, trapped by the vision before me.
The emanating noise that resounded off the corridor walls echoed so intensely that I longed to slam my hands over my ears to block off the cacophony - but couldn’t because as I said, I was frozen.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” said the voice, almost choir-like.
The entity stretched from ceiling to floor, wall to wall. It blanketed the space with a presence so horrifying that every hair on my skin and every nerve in my body stood on end.
The entity manifested itself with a sticky glue-like substance and anchored itself to the four corners of the hall. Like a web built by a hectic, maniacal spider, part of its blanket was woven in beautiful symmetrical stitches, while others were haphazard stringings of madness as if at first there was something rhythmic and sentient about its presence, then as if rushed and frantic, it threw anything it could against the wall in order to trap its prey.
That prey was me.
I was a mere five feet from the web. I was forced against the wall and there was no exit. I was a psychic prisoner of an unknown creature who appeared to be so cranky I dared not utter a word or expel a single breath.
And speaking of breath, this guy was halitosis central. What lie in the center of the web was something unimaginable and so gruesome I will have nightmares about it for the rest of my life. I’m sure by telling you about it, you won’t believe it, but it was . . . a face. A face of giant proportions, skin stretched tight in the center of the web into a sinister grimace.
Its eyes were wild and tormented and rolled feverishly in their ghostly sockets like a man driven insane by torture. The face started bouncing in the web as I watched, horrified. I had no clue what was to happen next and was sure my end was forthcoming. I also expected to become part of that crude, sticky web.
While screaming low, hollow tones, the face began to swing towards me like a pendulum. It got closer with every swing and with each sway I could smell its foul breath upon me, coming ever closer, expecting its fangs to clench down onto my head crushing my skull, piercing my brain.
I remained frozen, except for my nerves that betrayed my intense fear by quivering uncontrollably.
As it swung in my direction, I tried to avoid contact, but was already backed against the wall. The face swung closer and closer, its breath so foul, I can’t begin to describe it. My face twisted in abhorrence of the odor.
After about the twentieth swing in my direction, it began to utter words. Baritone, raspy and hoarse, while yet barely a whisper, they blared in my brain.
“Ha da ga da sig,” it said.
The sound was almost intelligent and I realized it was trying to communicate something.
I ducked to avoid being hit by Mr. Big Faced Halitosis, and screamed, terrified, “What do you want from me??” as I covered my ears and cowered low to the ground.
“Ha da ga da sig!” it said again, low, creepy and just as sinisterly as before.
“Wha, wha, wha, wha, what?” I uttered my response just as unintelligibly as the face.
SPLAT! Was the next thing I heard as the face hit the wall. It had been swinging so furiously that the momentum had become uncontrolled and the law of inertia had taken over, slamming horrid face into cold marble.
“Uuuuggg,” cried the face after the impact, and I cringed for fear that it would retaliate as missing its prey would surely bring the entity to anger.
Instead, the face shook itself to and fro as if trying to regain consciousness. I myself shook in fear as I watched the spectacle before me.
Then the face began to howl, “HA DA GA DA SIG!” but this time the eyes squinted in apprehension of hitting the wall. On the rebound, it cried again, “Seriously, have ya gotta sig? Come on now!”
I twitched and cried in disbelief, “WHAT?”
In a hurry before it hit the wall again, it said, “YOU DOPE! Have ya gotta cigarette?”
It swung back again and then hit the wall one last time.
A huge trembling smile swept over my lips. I finally understood the visitation and groped my breast pocket to appease the creature, “Non-menthol?” I asked as I shook a cigarette loose from my pack in a gesture of offering to the malicious entity. My hand quaked uncontrollably.
Almost as soon as it had started, the swinging stopped and with a “Woosh!,” the web tore itself down and disappeared. The entity morphed into an apparition of a human man, so handsome and beautiful he was incredibly intimidating. With chiseled features and wavy brown hair, he was so real and vivid he looked like a beautiful human. And besides his perfect features, he glowed.
He took the cigarette from my pack and slapped me on the shoulder saying cheerfully, “Thanks bub. ‘Preciate it. Gotta light?”
My hands were still shaking as I reached in my front pants pocket and pulled out my lighter then flicked it.
He took a long drag off the cigarette and as he turned away, he said, “I really gotta pick up a body soon. I love everything about being a ghost, but it’s taking so many theatrics to get a cigarette these days, and it’s getting old. Besides that it’s getting really painful.
“And I do love a good smoke, don’t you? I don’t think I’ll ever give it up.”
He exhaled a huge cloud of smoke as he walked away down the hall, leaving me standing there aghast and stupefied. After several steps, his image disintegrated into transparency and then - vanished, the only evidence of his presence being a cloud of cigarette smoke.
I stood there for the longest time, trembling, and finally lit a cigarette for myself.
For once, being a smoker came in handy.
But as I stood there, I thought, "I really wish people would buy their own, dang it."
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