mr_bunny: I care not for the naysayers.
msfancypants: OK, here's mine:When I was a kid (6 or 7), the house we lived in had a long hallway, 2 bedrooms on one side, kitchen and bathroom on the other side, bedroom at the end. Anyway, I would always get freaked out at a certain spot in that hallway. It was on the side between the kitchen door and the bathroom. It seemed no matter how warm the house was, there was a 3 foot spot in that hall that was cold as hell. If it was nighttime, I would run, like, panic run, through that spot. My room would creep me out too, I had violent nightmares and was a total insomniac. It got so bad that I would rather piss the bed then get up in the middle of the night and go through the scary spot to go to the bathroom. Finally, my parents decided to let me switch rooms with my brother, and all of a sudden I was sleeping like a baby. No nightmares, no insomnia, no problems. The hallway still scarred me but I didn't have to go through it anymore to get the the bathroom.When we moved out of the house in 1988, my mother finally told me some interesting info about our old house that they kept from me. Apparently it was owned by a Satanist couple prior to my parents buying it in the 70's. They had the place decked out in Satan's finest decor, and apparently my old room was the "alter" room. The walls and windows were painted black . Anyway, one day Mr. Satanist decided to sacrifice Mrs. Satanist in the "alter room". After tying her to the alter, he stabbed her several times. She managed to break free and attempted to escape, but met her demise in the hallway via shotgun... on the exact spot in the hallway that used to freak me out. Cherry on the cake, Mr.. Satanist, after painting in Ms. Satanist's blood on the wall of the "alter room", decided to use said shotgun on his own head, where he died. Mom made all the neighbors promise not to tell any of us kids when me moved in, obviously not wanting to scare us needlessly. Mom and Dad knew about the prior tragedy when they bought the place, but the price was so great they couldn't pass it up. She feels guilty to this day that it effected me the way it did.
boatman: atomsmoosherKids are a lot more perceptive than we give them credit for. My three year-old is constantly spouting stuff she must have overheard when we thought she was paying attention to something else.This is true - but man did that creep me out. I'm willing to allow that she figured it out on her own - but ...just....wow.
atomsmoosher: mr_bunny:I care not for the naysayers.Oooh, mysterious AND incoherent. I think you might have gotten the order wrong in the retelling: drink THEN ghost.
PetuniaPumpkin: Ah! Posted this one before. Shall repost:Don't believe in ghosts but have had one encounter I can't explain.Stayed alone in an old house that had been converted into apartments. Everyone else had already gone home for the summer from college. That night, I felt a little creeped out, but decided to stay in bed and just go to sleep--and then my bed moved. The end of the bed lifted up about three inches, held for a moment, and then dropped back down.It was the single worst most terrifying moment of my life. Never had anything like it before or since. I can't explain it and don't like to think about it much.*shudder*
Dynascape: vernterv: BOO!!...I got a new kitten and debated naming it "sally"
echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
dudebun: "aw fark the garbage bag blew off the roof vent. I'm not climbing up there again in the rain, let's do it in the morning."
StilettosandSkills: I should start off with the fact that I've always believed that there could be some truth to ghosts but I never thought too much of it.Back in March I moved to new apartments off Westheimer in Houston. As soon as I moved in weird things started happening... Nothing too odd but the type of things that make you wonder if you are losing it. For example, my radio always comes on by itself. I've had full bags of garbage removed from the trash can and waiting by the door to be taken out. Glass that had recently been Windexed will suddenly have fingerprints all over it like they were opened. My doors will open without warning as well as suddenly become locked/unlocked. Just odd things. And then it got bad.Right before the hurricane I was taking a nap with a friend before heading to another friends house to "hunker down" in. Suddenly I woke up to hear my door unlock and open and someone yell "hello". My roommate was in Dallas so I immediately got up to look. When I got to the door, not only was it locked but deadbolted, too. I contributed it to being half asleep and being crazy.A few weeks ago, I was sitting by the pool with my roomie and some other residents of the apartment complex. One of the guys mentioned an incident where his door unlocked and opened itself. Out of the seven residents there, six had witnessed odd activity in the place. Oddly enough, the seventh person (who had never had anything happen in her apartment) mentioned that she used to work at the hospital that used to be there. It seems that a few years ago there was a hospital right where my apartments are built called Rosewood General. During the construction of the place, the contractors encountered all sorts of crazy sh*t. Google Earth still shows the hospital, in fact.Well, last week my roommate went to Dallas again and I was in bed trying to sleep. Suddenly I could hear the footsteps of someone walking around in my kitchen and the distinct sound of a cat meowing. No one was in that apartment. I know all my neighbors... No one has a farking cat.I guess I'm just going to have to get used to it. My roomie is so scared that she won't even stay there without me.