To: obiwan@ghosts.org
From: Logan Figenser (loganx1@msn.com)
Date: 5/30/01
Subject: My true story
Location: Indeterminate
I been lurkin' 'round this site fer about a week now, and I'm only on "H" in the story section. I wanted to write this 'cause I've had random scary things happen, I'll try to be as breif as possible without losing detail.
Story: The first expirence was when I was about 10 my brother had just turned 15 or 16 and had some friends spend the night. We were all sleeping in the basement wich was finished and kind of like the "kids" place. I don't remember who looked first but in the laundry room we saw a very tall white mist type figure looking at us. Someone sugested it was our cats (we have three) but unless they were standing on their hind legs. on eachothers shoulders, and put a Abe Lincon hat this was not the cats.
The second was in my fathers new house it was around Christmas time and we had a mug that played "roudolph the red nosed reindeer" it was activated by light. For months now the tape deck would be turned on after no one had touched it, anyway I was sitting in the dark, alone when the mug started singing, I picked it up and look at it to see why it would be going off, I set it back down and continued to meditate (Did I mention that?) The damn thing goes off again! well after about the tenth time I started to laugh and yelled "Hey do you mind?!" The music stopped "I'm trying to meditate, an' leave the damn tape player alone too" It stopped and I had a wonderful night.
The third time was about the freakiest, I lived up in a loft in my dad's house, so I had to go downstaris fer everything. I was up late and my dad was sleeping, I wanderd down to the kitchen for some water when I caught movement from the corner of my eye. The street lights were the only thing illuminating the kitchen through the sliding glass door. I looked outside and it was clear, but then I looked on the floor and there was a shadow of a man as if someone was standing at the sliding door. I about craped on myself and ran as fast as I could to my room. Di you ever get that feeling while you were walking up staris that something was behind you and you weren't safe 'till you got to the top? Well I got that feeling I made it to my room and forced myself to sleep.
The fourth was just recently. My live in Girlfriend was on a two week road trip with her friends and she'd left he sleeping bag behind. I was the only on with a key. I remember leaveing for work and cruppling the sleeping bag on a brown chair, I know it was so because my three cats were playing in it. I came home later that night around 10:00 PM instantly my ears pearked back and the hair on my neck stood up, when I walked in the door. I looked over to the brown chair and there was the sleeping bage folded perfectly in half with a corner drawn over like you do to your sheets before climing in bed, I freaked out and checked the whole apartment for signs of inturtion. THe thermostat was up to 80 when I left it at a contant 50 (I don't get very cold) And the only footprint in the freashly vacumed carpet was mine and my cats' needless to say I was freaked.
Lastly about ten minutes ago I was reading from the site and spookin' myself. I went to my breakroom (I'm at work) and poured some hot coffee, I went to put in shugar and when I picked up the cup iif felt like someone had bumped me, and coffe spilled everywhere, and burnt my arm.
Sorry this was so long winded but I had to get it all out. <~~~~~~~~You never lived unless you loved, You never loved unless you lived.-Me