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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 23:42:20 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dr. Spooky
email aleister_crowley@mailcity.com
The Thing
This is a recollection of events that have been happening to me for as long as I can remember. Some of the more outragous things that have occured to me I will omit, due to the fact that in telling them, I would damage my credibility considerably. But for right now, I will share the most terrifiyng event that has ever occured to me. When I was about fourteen, I was staying at my grandmothers apartment for the weekend, I was lying on the couch with my face to the wall and with the blanket over my head like I usually slept. I got this eerie feeling like somthing evil had its eye on me. I convinced myself I really neede needed to grow up and face my fears, so I turned around and pulled the blanket from over my eyes so I could see, thats when I found myself face to face with an entity so hidious my mind blocks out most of it when I try to recollect what it was. There is no way words can describe what "it" was, the best I can describe it was a cartoonish corpse like face w! ! ith oddly amphibian qualities. From what I can recall its eyes were blue with pinpoint pupils, it had a hidious evil leer on its face, my god. The thing was at the most, a foot from my face. I was far too terrified to scream. I pulled the blanket over my head and turned to the wall again. A few minutes passed and I felt a hand pushing on my shoulder. Half terrified I called out: "Grandma, is that you?" to my relief, my gandma said in response: "Of course, who else would I be?" It was no use telling my my grandma, she was one of those forced sceptics who believed that if you even acknowleged the presence of ghosts, you gave them more power to terrify youyou. Years later my granma passed away, but I don't really think she ever truely left us all, but thats another story.
Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:00:43 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Dr. Spooky
email aleister_crowley@hotmail.com
I don't know if these events are related, but a really bizzare thing happend shortly after my grandma's death.
We had bought this musical Santa sleigh for christmas, niether me or any of my family members liked it very much, the reason being is that this thing played a demonic rendition of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" I don't know why it sounded so freaky, it sounded distant, phantasmal and filled whoever heard it with dread, everyone that is, save my grandma who absolutely loved the damn thing. Well, sad to say, but shortly after cristmas, my grandma passed on. Our holiday spirit was absolutly shatterd by this tragic event. A few days after we put her to rest, we were all awakend by a fimiliar sound, the eerie song of the musical slay was playing, the orniment had turned on by itself! Since then my stepbrother has liberated the batteries from the cursed thing and buried it in our closet, where it will probably be used next cristmas.(Gulp!) I wonder if granny had anything to do with this odd event? Perhaps next Christmas, she'll put in an encore performance.
From: Chandralin@aol.com
Date: Wed, 3 Feb 1999 21:53:39 EST
To: Ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Things in the closet
The story of the thing in the closet reminded me of my closet thing... When I was 13 my family moved to Portland, Ore. We moved into an older home on Clinton Street.. At first, I had the bedroom downstairs and then about a week later My mother decided to move me into their upstairs room..
Everything seemed ok with the new room for a week or so... Yet for some reason, my closet door refused to stay shut, no matter what was put in front of it ( it had no lock ) In the morning, that door would be half open! I had an errie feeling about that...One night as I lay awake trying to sleep,I saw my closet door slowly open of it's own volition! I lay there transfixed by what I was seeing... Soon after Something came walking out of the closet..
This something was a bright orange, it was perfectly round, with little arms and legs.. It's facial features were drawn in pure black.. The thing began walking towards my bed as I stared in horrified facination.. Then the thing smiled the most malignant smile I have ever seen before or since,and promtly disappeared into the wall by my bed!!! This happened a couple of times until I finally decided to tell my parents about it... My mom then told me that she'd seen it too and that's why she switched rooms with me... My dad went upstairs with me and we put up a picture of The virgin mary and said a prayer for protection.. I never saw the thing again, but.... My closet door NEVER stayed closed, even with furniture against it!! Every morning that door was opened just a crack.....
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 16:25:32 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story Ballet School Ghost
I started to take ballet when I was about 13. I will not put the school name in here and any names I use are made up because I haven't ask anyone if Ican put there names in here. Anyway, I had been dancing about two years when these weird things started to happen. I had just gotten point shoes and keot them in my dance bag which I kept locked so nothing would get stolen. One day after a regular dance class I went to show my friend how I sewed the ribbons on my point shoes (she had just gotten point shoes and wanted to know how to sew ribbions on). I unlocked my bag and looked for my point shoes, and they weren't in the bag. I emptied the whole bag and they weren't there. I had used them in a class earlier that day and remembered putting them back in my bag. I thought it strange that someone would steal point shoes because it's very rare for two people to fit in the exact same point shoe in a small dance school like the one I was in. See, with point shoes, each brand in different, then there is the suze of your foot, the width and the length. My feet were very thin and I had to get my point shoes specially made to fit me (thery were very expencive). I looked allover the school for them and found them in the boys locker room (I had one of my guy friends look in there). What would a guy do with point shoes?
Other things kept dissapearing and winding up in strange places. Like a teacher's notebook winding up in the office, where teachers aren't suppos to go. Music tapes winding up in the bathroom. So far nothing strabge has ahppened for a while. I'll post it if something does happen.
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1998 17:59:21 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname David
email Buitrero@aol.com
story This story was told to me by a friend named Bob, in 1979. It happened to him when he was about 10 years old.
Bob remembered the exerience at first as a dream. He "dreamed" he was lying in his bed, in the middle of the night, in the dark. He could see nothing but the dim outline of his open bedroom doorway. But in the doorway he could see two figures, standing side by side.
Both were female figures. One was totally dark, as the rest of the house. But the other was clearly visible, even in the darkness, as if in daylight - a woman in a flowing blue evening gown. Bob's dream, as he remembered it, was this simple but lovely image - two women standing side by side, one in darkness, the other visible in the dark.
The next morning as he sat at the kitchen table eating his cereal, he thought about the strange image from his dream, with a funny feeling he couldn't put his finger on. Then his older sister came downstairs. And she asked him, "Are you feeling better this morning?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you remember last night?" she asked. He shook his head, feeling suddenly empty.
"I heard you crying," his sister said. "I got up and went to your bedroom, and stood in the doorway. You were sitting up in bed, looking at me, and crying. I asked what was wrong, and you whispered: 'I saw Grandma'."
Grandma, of course, had died some years earlier. Bob's dream was a memory of seeing his sister standing in the doorway, unaware that standing next to her....
Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 11:47:29 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story Last year, my best friend Shelly and I were planning to sleep at each other's houses in the summer holidays. We were really excited about it, and had been planning what we would do for months. She slept at mine first, which was fun, but nothing really happened .
Then, it was my turn to sleep at her house. We told ghost stories and talked until really late, when Shelly fell asleep. I couldn't get to sleep though, because her mum and dad were playing this really awful classical music loudly downstairs.
But when in the morning Shelly asked them about it, they denied having any classical music tapes at all.
Suddenly Shelly went pale. 'It didn't go like this, did it?'she said , humming the first few bars of a piece of classical music .
'Yeah, 'I replied. 'How did you know?'
'That was grandad's' she said quietly. 'He died in my bedroom four years ago, before we moved in. But we got rid of all all his classical music tapes, since nobody in our family likes it.'
Suddenly I felt very sick. I got my things and ran home, almost in tears. Since then Shelly's grandad has not showed up again, but I still turned down her offer to sleep this year!
Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 15:06:19 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
email carsaez@prodigy.net
story This story is about one of the incidents that happened to me in the house I grew up in Brooklyn, NY. As time goes on I will post many things that happened in this house. This house was the least to say haunted. After years of the memory of this certain experience, I realized it is more touching than spooky. Here it goes:
In 1987 I was 17 yrs old. I lived in a three family home in the East New York section of Brooklyn on Pine St. We lived on the middle floor which is actually the street level apartment.
I was getting ready to pick up my then boyfriend from the Euclid Ave. subway station. I was making sure my hair was ok, makeup, etc... ... The mirror I was using was on a dresser that was against the wall. While applying my lipstick something caught my attention from my left eye. I looked and right before me was a transparent white dress, no body, floated through the doorway. This apparition was no more than 1 foot from me. It continued to float past me, then behind me, to the right of me, through the dresser and then through the wall. I Freaked. The next thing I remember I was dashing 100 miles an hour to the front door of the house screaming for my father.
Through the fear and tears I was trying to explain to my father what had happened. He calmed me down and then I realized I was late picking up David from the subway. I wiped the tears and started down the street to Pine and Pitkin when I noticed the commotion a few blocks ahead. A drunk man had lost control of his car speeding down the street and ran into a small group of people. This happened about the time I was freaking out and crying with my Dad. I then realized had the incident with the ghost not have happened, I would have rushed down the street to get David and probably would have been one of the people struck by the car.
I would like to say that the floating dress I saw that day was an interception of a tragedy that may have been meant for me.
Date: Wed, 5 Aug 1998 19:35:38 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Jocelyn Tolonen
email lilangel_29@hotmail.com
I never really believed in ghosts or spirits until I was about 8 or 9 years old.
One night me and family were upstairs in or house, when I lived there, and I heard something downstairs, I didn't really think of anything at the time so I ignored it. Later that night my mother and I went down stairs to watch some T.V. when we got down there everthing was a mess. There were things knocked down everywhere, glasses broken,ect.. That night we cleaned everything up before my father got home so he wouldn't get upset that the house was a mess. The next day I went to school and my parents went to work. I was always the first one to come home. When I got there it was quiet nothing knocked over, no glasses broken, nothin. My mom finally got home and wanted to relax so we downstairs and sat on the couch. My mom is a smoker,and she always had a ciggerette when she got home. She to get the ash tray and it was gone we searched everywhere for it and we could not find it. After about a half hour searching for the ash tray we went downstairs to sit and think and the! ! re it was the exact place that she had left it. But the strange thing was that it had was gone for one half hour while we were searching for it.
After that I started to believe in ghosts and spirits. I know that my house was haunted but I didn't know by who.
Thanks Jocelyn
Date: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 13:08:46 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Karen Anderson
email karenan@pianet.org
story This is a story about an historic mansion in Occoquan, Virginia. For my wedding gift two years ago, my mom got us a room at Rockledge Mansion in Occoquan. My new husband and I love Bed and Breakfasts and anything historical, so this was perfect! We were married on a Monday so the town was fairly quiet. The proprietors left a key under the mat and we checked ourselves in. Naturally we explored the house that we had access to thoroughly. There was a built-in bookcase right outside of the doorway to our room that when you pulled on the shelves it opened to reveal stairs leading to the attic. We went into the attic to look at the old furniture and things stored up there (this is relevent to later in the story) We then went out to dinner in a local restaurant by the water. Being that we were basically the only people in the restaurant and it was our wedding night, we received a lot of attention. The waitresses we had all grew up in Occoquan and had some scary storie! ! s about the mansion. They said it was definitely haunted and that you could not pay them enough to spend one night in that place. Well, my husband and I are not afraid of ghosts (or so I thought) and we were kind of looking forward to encountering something. The night went on smoothly and we went to bed. About 4 a.m. or so I woke up and had to use the bathroom. The bathroom was one flight of stairs down and I was a little scared to be by myself in there, even though not a thing had happened since we arrived. I woke up my husband and asked him to go with me, which he did. When we got back upstairs I made a comment on how dissapointed I was that nothing spooky had happened and said it was a rip off. As soon as I put my head back on the pillow, things started moving around in the attic. For the next few hours things were dragged back and forth across the floor. You could hear things falling and hitting the floor. It was loud! I guess I should have kept my mouth shut. ! ! I don't think I could ever stay there again.
Date: Tue, 11 Aug 1998 21:05:03 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Robert Pearsall
email legion@networkone.net
story A few years ago, I worked at a haunted movie theater. A typical appearance would be of a man looking around a corner at you. On a few occasions a ghost would walk into an auditorium and call your name out. When you looked at it, it would disappear. In auditorium 10, a few of us employees saw a dog: big, black and shaggy, always walking toward you. A few months after my tenure was over, one of the projectionist heard it growling when he was cleaning the projector upstairs. The ghosts who haunted this place, and maybe still do, were conscious of your presents. If you were the only person in the place you became well aware of the fact that something was not quite right: doors slamming, things banging, seat rocking, feet treading and what have you. In auditorium 2, one night I was sweeping and I walked through something. To best describe it, I would have to say it was like walking through a field of static electricity. Other occurances include smells, some rank, others of perfume. One ghost would stomp up and down the hallways. Some would sit (or stand) and quietly watch the movie. 12 screens, a lobby, two bathrooms, two halls, two stairwells, two consession stands, upstair's offices, a projection booth, and an arcade room. The only room in this place were I neither heard, saw, or smelled anything was the arcade room. One employee got so scared one night, she didn't come back for a week. That event included knocking and voices.
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