mistergone
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I forgot to mention I have the uncanny power to kill threads...
Encounters with the Supernatural
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Drkfathr1
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I've experienced Night terrors/sleep paralysis/hag attacks myself. I had them alot when I was younger, thankfully I haven't had any in years. Mine were always accompanied by the sound of children screaming...louder and louder and louder. quite disturbing.
I also have semi-prophetic dreams. I say semi- because its always minor stuff. People and places that I meet or go to later. Never anything major, but enough to be noticeable. I used to tell a friend of mine about them and then watch him freak out during the day as we say people I dreamt about.
There have been a few times that I've felt a cat that passed away brushing up against my ankles. That's actually kind of comforting, if not sad.
I also have semi-prophetic dreams. I say semi- because its always minor stuff. People and places that I meet or go to later. Never anything major, but enough to be noticeable. I used to tell a friend of mine about them and then watch him freak out during the day as we say people I dreamt about.
There have been a few times that I've felt a cat that passed away brushing up against my ankles. That's actually kind of comforting, if not sad.
Darth Shoju
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Hmm...I'm afraid I don't really have much to contribute on par with the black-eyed kids or dave-o's stuff, but I guess I'll toss it in. I grew up on a farm that was established at the turn of the century (the barn eventually went up in 1921) and before that there had been trappers and stuff living in the woods seasonally. The people who established the farm, before the built the main house, lived in a cabin in a bush-that I used to play in a lot 
-about 100' from where the main house is now. The father of the family had a brother who lived with them and "wasn't quite right" by legend (what this means I have no idea as no one around there can or will say much more than that). Apparently he used to have some sort of fits during which they'd lock him in a side room until they were done. Well, one night he ended up dying from one of those fits somehow.
Now, all throughout my life at the main farmhouse (the cabin was nothing more than a vague depression and some old wood out in the bush) things allways had a tendency to go missing. Usually if you put some little thing down (tv remote, keys, wallet, etc) it wouldn't be where you left it, so you'd search high and low only to find it again, often not far from where you'd leave it. My parents always jokingly said that "Geordie, the ghost in the attic" was doing it (Geordie was the man who established the homestead) I never really believed them, always just chalking it up to forgetfullness. That, and they never actually told me the part about Geordie's wacko brother who died until I was like 20 ( I moved out when I was 17), so I had no reason to suspect a ghost of anyone. Well, when I finally did hear the story I viewed those disappearances quite differntly. I also started recalling other strange stuff that happened in that house that I had shrugged off.
One of the creepiest was when I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my little sister (we had bunk beds). Our room was on the main floor, and had a window that faced the woods that contained the aforementioned cabin across the yard (although we didn't know that at the time). In front of those woods was my dad's machine shed, and he had a tendancy to leave a radio on in there all day and night at times (he'd just forget to turn it off). I remember often I'd be lying in my bed trying to sleep and hear very faint voices that seemed to be coming from outside. My sister could hear them too. We ignored them for several nights, until finally one night we called our mom in to listen. She heard the noise, but said it was just dad's radio. Well, next morning I ask if my dad left the radio on and he said no. I'm not certain on this, but I think one night before we headed in to the house I made sure that radio was off, but heard the sounds again. I dunno how I got to sleep but I guess I wrote it off somehow. A couple years later when I was older I moved into my own room and my sister stayed in that room. I remember her being terrified to sleep in there, as she kept saying she was afraid someone was going to come in from outside to get her.
That house was also bad to be in alone. Regardless of the time of day, if you were in the basement you could occasionally hear someone walking upstairs. Now, we had cats in the house, but the floors weren't that creeky. Also, you'd occasionally get the most paranoid, nervous feeling you were being watched.
Heh, I know, not the most terrifying experiences, but that's one of the main ones. This post is getting pretty long so I'm gonna write the rest up in a new one.
-about 100' from where the main house is now. The father of the family had a brother who lived with them and "wasn't quite right" by legend (what this means I have no idea as no one around there can or will say much more than that). Apparently he used to have some sort of fits during which they'd lock him in a side room until they were done. Well, one night he ended up dying from one of those fits somehow.Now, all throughout my life at the main farmhouse (the cabin was nothing more than a vague depression and some old wood out in the bush) things allways had a tendency to go missing. Usually if you put some little thing down (tv remote, keys, wallet, etc) it wouldn't be where you left it, so you'd search high and low only to find it again, often not far from where you'd leave it. My parents always jokingly said that "Geordie, the ghost in the attic" was doing it (Geordie was the man who established the homestead) I never really believed them, always just chalking it up to forgetfullness. That, and they never actually told me the part about Geordie's wacko brother who died until I was like 20 ( I moved out when I was 17), so I had no reason to suspect a ghost of anyone. Well, when I finally did hear the story I viewed those disappearances quite differntly. I also started recalling other strange stuff that happened in that house that I had shrugged off.
One of the creepiest was when I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my little sister (we had bunk beds). Our room was on the main floor, and had a window that faced the woods that contained the aforementioned cabin across the yard (although we didn't know that at the time). In front of those woods was my dad's machine shed, and he had a tendancy to leave a radio on in there all day and night at times (he'd just forget to turn it off). I remember often I'd be lying in my bed trying to sleep and hear very faint voices that seemed to be coming from outside. My sister could hear them too. We ignored them for several nights, until finally one night we called our mom in to listen. She heard the noise, but said it was just dad's radio. Well, next morning I ask if my dad left the radio on and he said no. I'm not certain on this, but I think one night before we headed in to the house I made sure that radio was off, but heard the sounds again. I dunno how I got to sleep but I guess I wrote it off somehow. A couple years later when I was older I moved into my own room and my sister stayed in that room. I remember her being terrified to sleep in there, as she kept saying she was afraid someone was going to come in from outside to get her.
That house was also bad to be in alone. Regardless of the time of day, if you were in the basement you could occasionally hear someone walking upstairs. Now, we had cats in the house, but the floors weren't that creeky. Also, you'd occasionally get the most paranoid, nervous feeling you were being watched.
Heh, I know, not the most terrifying experiences, but that's one of the main ones. This post is getting pretty long so I'm gonna write the rest up in a new one.
Darth Shoju
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The only other ghost (of course, it may not have been supernatural at all...I'm undecided about it or my previously mentioned experiences) experience I ever had was at my friends' house here in the city. They were neighbors of mine from out in the country, and their grandpa had died and left them a house in the city. We all moved into Winnipeg to go to university and they moved into the house with a room mate. Well, summer before school I'm over there helping them move furniture. It was quite warm outside and inside as well, as the house wasn't air-conditioned at all. I was standing in the hallway when I started feeling incredibly cold. I backed up into the living room and was hot. I moved forward back into the hall toward the bathroom and got really cold again. Suddenly I got the most terrified feeling, like fingers of ice up my spine, and had to retreat to the living room. I was completely confused, and wasn't thinking ghost at all at the time. I looked for a vent or fan or something and couldn't find one. I was speaking to my friend later and the topic came around to his grandpa. Apparently the poor old guy had died in the bathroom of a heart-attack, and they found him in the tub. Well, when I realized that the hallway I had felt the chill in led to the bathroom ( a mere 5 feet or so away) I was pretty creeped out by it. Never had another problem in that house though ( and I went over a lot too).
My fiance says she has seen ghosts on several occasions when she was a kid in their old house. The memories are too terrifying for her though and she refuses to tell me about them (and out of respect I don't press her on the matter). Her family is aboriginal and pretty much all of them claim to have seen "little people" in their houses. They say the little people belong to the family and follow them wherever they move too. These are all pretty darn rational people, but they swear up and down that these little people exist. They tie into some aboriginal legends, and aren't necessarily benevolent; members of the family have had good and bad experiences with them apparently. They describe them as looking like the little breath-stealing goblin from that movie Cat's Eye (well, they say they don't look exactly like them but pretty close).
To be honest, I really didn't put much stock in ghosts or the supernatural until recently, when a friend of mine who is the most practical, level-headed and skeptical person I know told me he has seen ghosts twice and his brothers and sisters did too. After that I started seeing things quite differently.
One last one, this one to do with UFO's not ghosts. This was a story of my dad. Now I say of, as I heard from my mom when I was like 20 ( I think around the same time they told me about Geordie's crazy bro). I was talking to her about the X-files when she said, in a totally off-hand manner: "Oh, your father's seen aliens." Now, my parents are also incredibly practical people. Straight-forward farm folk really. So needless to say I was stunned. My dad does like to tell a yarn at times too, but this time he didn't tell me, it was my mom. So I went to him and said "Dad, you saw a UFO?!?". His reply was "It wasn't a UFO! It was just a huge ball of fire that flew low over my head!". Ooookay. Apparently when he was a teenager he was driving his convertable home down the country roads late at night when a ball of fire flew right over his head, low and at a great speed. My dad's of the philosophy that he won't believe or disbelieve in something until it can be proven to him one way or another. So he won't speculate on whether or not it was a UFO or not. To him it was a ball of fire until someone can prove otherwise.
Not only was I amazed my dad had had an encounter like this, but that they hadn't told me about it for 20 years! My parents are nuts.
That's about it for my tales. Not the scariest but I think they're a little creepy. Great thread though!
Oh yeah...my mom's also been struck by lightning twice (although the second time indirectly) and is still alive.
My fiance says she has seen ghosts on several occasions when she was a kid in their old house. The memories are too terrifying for her though and she refuses to tell me about them (and out of respect I don't press her on the matter). Her family is aboriginal and pretty much all of them claim to have seen "little people" in their houses. They say the little people belong to the family and follow them wherever they move too. These are all pretty darn rational people, but they swear up and down that these little people exist. They tie into some aboriginal legends, and aren't necessarily benevolent; members of the family have had good and bad experiences with them apparently. They describe them as looking like the little breath-stealing goblin from that movie Cat's Eye (well, they say they don't look exactly like them but pretty close).
To be honest, I really didn't put much stock in ghosts or the supernatural until recently, when a friend of mine who is the most practical, level-headed and skeptical person I know told me he has seen ghosts twice and his brothers and sisters did too. After that I started seeing things quite differently.
One last one, this one to do with UFO's not ghosts. This was a story of my dad. Now I say of, as I heard from my mom when I was like 20 ( I think around the same time they told me about Geordie's crazy bro). I was talking to her about the X-files when she said, in a totally off-hand manner: "Oh, your father's seen aliens." Now, my parents are also incredibly practical people. Straight-forward farm folk really. So needless to say I was stunned. My dad does like to tell a yarn at times too, but this time he didn't tell me, it was my mom. So I went to him and said "Dad, you saw a UFO?!?". His reply was "It wasn't a UFO! It was just a huge ball of fire that flew low over my head!". Ooookay. Apparently when he was a teenager he was driving his convertable home down the country roads late at night when a ball of fire flew right over his head, low and at a great speed. My dad's of the philosophy that he won't believe or disbelieve in something until it can be proven to him one way or another. So he won't speculate on whether or not it was a UFO or not. To him it was a ball of fire until someone can prove otherwise.
Not only was I amazed my dad had had an encounter like this, but that they hadn't told me about it for 20 years! My parents are nuts.
That's about it for my tales. Not the scariest but I think they're a little creepy. Great thread though!
Oh yeah...my mom's also been struck by lightning twice (although the second time indirectly) and is still alive.
Rugger
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I LOVE these threads when they pop up...always make it hard to go to sleep...
1. The discussion on night terrors fascinates me...when I was a kid (4 years old I think) I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing black humanoid shapes running around my walls. I screamed and ran into my parents room, and my dad came to my rescue. I SWEAR that he saw something...he ran into my room and shouted for them to get out. When he came back out, they were gone and he was somehow shaken...when you are 4 its kinda odd to see a parent scared. It was a bunkbed, and after that night, I started sleeping on the top bunk. Strangely enough, one week later I somehow "jumped" out of the bed in the middle of the night and slammed my chin on a bureau across the room...
My mom slept through the whole thing (she brings new meaning to the term Deep Sleeper), and I am estranged from my father, so I've never really been able to ask him about it...
2. I had a girlfriend in high-school, very straight laced catholic school girl, who tried a Ouija board for the first time with me and some friends at a party. Halfway through a session she got up and ran across the room, mumbling to herself and began to scream. It was REALLY strange, as she's not an actor, and she was not the type to joke around. Someone broke the board and she stopped screaming and cried for and hour afterword. She never could tell me exactly what happened.
Keep it up folks!!
-Rugger
"I Scare!"
1. The discussion on night terrors fascinates me...when I was a kid (4 years old I think) I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing black humanoid shapes running around my walls. I screamed and ran into my parents room, and my dad came to my rescue. I SWEAR that he saw something...he ran into my room and shouted for them to get out. When he came back out, they were gone and he was somehow shaken...when you are 4 its kinda odd to see a parent scared. It was a bunkbed, and after that night, I started sleeping on the top bunk. Strangely enough, one week later I somehow "jumped" out of the bed in the middle of the night and slammed my chin on a bureau across the room...
My mom slept through the whole thing (she brings new meaning to the term Deep Sleeper), and I am estranged from my father, so I've never really been able to ask him about it...
2. I had a girlfriend in high-school, very straight laced catholic school girl, who tried a Ouija board for the first time with me and some friends at a party. Halfway through a session she got up and ran across the room, mumbling to herself and began to scream. It was REALLY strange, as she's not an actor, and she was not the type to joke around. Someone broke the board and she stopped screaming and cried for and hour afterword. She never could tell me exactly what happened.
Keep it up folks!!
-Rugger
"I Scare!"
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Grishnak
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Most of my things are dream based. I recall a few quite clearly and a couple that scared the bejesus out of me!
The 1st was when I was about 7, I dreamt that I found a gold watch in a field which I lived next to, now this field had dead short grass and was well used throughout the day and night. Well the next day up I get and go look on the field and sure enough there was this old gold watch and fully working.
In my 2nd dream I dreamt there was a house on an old road which was in a poor state. I went into the house with my dad and our lodger and we checked the downstairs out with nothing much of note. So in the hallway we walked up the stairs to the balcony and on here there was this huge rug. Well the lodger went 1st and walked upon the rug and it gave way to a pit with aligators/crocodiles (Not sure which) with huge teeth, much too big for their mouths, strange that this was directly above a doorway we passed through downstairs. Anyway the dream was forgotten about and I went out on a kids adventure with some mates and ended up on a knackered road with an old abandoned house there. So we all go in and 2 of us decide to look around downstairs while the others went upstairs, next I hear this loud crash and 1 of my friends had fallen through the floor with a large rug and impaled his leg on some of the splintered wood.
The 3rd dream had me waking up with my sheets soaked in sweat and an unhealthy fear of my grandparents back door. The dream happened on the night my grandad died in hospital, I dreamt that I was at the house watching football(Soccer) and my grandad used to sit behind myself and my uncle in the hallway on an old seat. Well there was my uncle and I watching the footy when I piped up and said that grandad was watching the match and my uncle just says 'he always watches the match' anyway I turn again to look and he's gone and I can feel a draft coming from that way so I go to investigate. I get to the backdoor and see it swinging open in the wind so I move to close it, grasp the handle pull it to within 6 inches of being closed when it just stops and I feel a tug on it as though someone is holding it, I also had the feeling that the something holding it wasn't too nice as I felt really scared. The force increased and in the end pulled me off my feet and flung me into the backyard.
The last thing that happened to me and wasn't a dream was a few days after my cat had died. I saw this black cat walk down our drive towards the back garden, I ran to the backdoor and looked into the garden and there wasn't anything there. I returned to the front and checked and again there wasn't anything there. The time it took to go between the back and front wasn't great enough for the cat to go anywhere either way. In the back there is a high wall it would have had to climb up and in the front it was onto an empty road.
The 1st was when I was about 7, I dreamt that I found a gold watch in a field which I lived next to, now this field had dead short grass and was well used throughout the day and night. Well the next day up I get and go look on the field and sure enough there was this old gold watch and fully working.
In my 2nd dream I dreamt there was a house on an old road which was in a poor state. I went into the house with my dad and our lodger and we checked the downstairs out with nothing much of note. So in the hallway we walked up the stairs to the balcony and on here there was this huge rug. Well the lodger went 1st and walked upon the rug and it gave way to a pit with aligators/crocodiles (Not sure which) with huge teeth, much too big for their mouths, strange that this was directly above a doorway we passed through downstairs. Anyway the dream was forgotten about and I went out on a kids adventure with some mates and ended up on a knackered road with an old abandoned house there. So we all go in and 2 of us decide to look around downstairs while the others went upstairs, next I hear this loud crash and 1 of my friends had fallen through the floor with a large rug and impaled his leg on some of the splintered wood.
The 3rd dream had me waking up with my sheets soaked in sweat and an unhealthy fear of my grandparents back door. The dream happened on the night my grandad died in hospital, I dreamt that I was at the house watching football(Soccer) and my grandad used to sit behind myself and my uncle in the hallway on an old seat. Well there was my uncle and I watching the footy when I piped up and said that grandad was watching the match and my uncle just says 'he always watches the match' anyway I turn again to look and he's gone and I can feel a draft coming from that way so I go to investigate. I get to the backdoor and see it swinging open in the wind so I move to close it, grasp the handle pull it to within 6 inches of being closed when it just stops and I feel a tug on it as though someone is holding it, I also had the feeling that the something holding it wasn't too nice as I felt really scared. The force increased and in the end pulled me off my feet and flung me into the backyard.
The last thing that happened to me and wasn't a dream was a few days after my cat had died. I saw this black cat walk down our drive towards the back garden, I ran to the backdoor and looked into the garden and there wasn't anything there. I returned to the front and checked and again there wasn't anything there. The time it took to go between the back and front wasn't great enough for the cat to go anywhere either way. In the back there is a high wall it would have had to climb up and in the front it was onto an empty road.
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carpedavid
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I don't have anything really impressive. I just have one experience from when I was a kid. We lived out in the "country" so there were no streetlights, or people milling around, or cars going down the street at night. It was very quiet and dark when the sun went down - no light pollution from the city - which made it good for stargazing and for sleeping.
My bedroom was on the second floor of our house, and my bed was situated so that, when I was lying in bed, I could look down toward the foot of the bed and see the only window in my room. If I turned my head to the right, I could see directly out the door to the bedroom into the second floor hallway.
One night, I woke up out of a deep sleep - startled awake - and looked down toward the foot of my bed. Right outside the bedroom window was a stark white face floating in midair. I closed my eyes and tried to scream for my mom, but I couldn't make a sound; nor could I move my arms and legs. So I kept my eyes closed, trying to wake myself up. I eventually was able to yell for my mom, and by that time, there was nothing there.
Occasionally, after that, I would have dreams that I would wake up and see a large, dark, shadowy figure standing in the hallway. When I inevitably woke up, frightened, and did open my eyes, nothing would be there - but the dream was so vivid that I was never sure that it wasn't real.
Now I chalk it up to sleep paralysis/hypnogogic hallucination - but for years I wouldn't sleep with my curtains open. Oddly, though, I never felt comfortable being alone in that house - especially at night. When I was the last one going to bed, I would sprint up the stairs after I turned the first floor lights off - I would always get this terrifying feeling that something was waiting in the shadows.
My bedroom was on the second floor of our house, and my bed was situated so that, when I was lying in bed, I could look down toward the foot of the bed and see the only window in my room. If I turned my head to the right, I could see directly out the door to the bedroom into the second floor hallway.
One night, I woke up out of a deep sleep - startled awake - and looked down toward the foot of my bed. Right outside the bedroom window was a stark white face floating in midair. I closed my eyes and tried to scream for my mom, but I couldn't make a sound; nor could I move my arms and legs. So I kept my eyes closed, trying to wake myself up. I eventually was able to yell for my mom, and by that time, there was nothing there.
Occasionally, after that, I would have dreams that I would wake up and see a large, dark, shadowy figure standing in the hallway. When I inevitably woke up, frightened, and did open my eyes, nothing would be there - but the dream was so vivid that I was never sure that it wasn't real.
Now I chalk it up to sleep paralysis/hypnogogic hallucination - but for years I wouldn't sleep with my curtains open. Oddly, though, I never felt comfortable being alone in that house - especially at night. When I was the last one going to bed, I would sprint up the stairs after I turned the first floor lights off - I would always get this terrifying feeling that something was waiting in the shadows.
WinnipegDragon
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Let's see... I don't have a cornucopia of things, but I have a choice few...
My sister and I were playing with a Ouija board many years ago, and it would do nice little tricks, like spelling out a word that my sister was thinking of (to prove I wasn't moving it) and vice versa. We talked to a bunch of people, but two things stood out:
1. One 'spirit' we talked to told us it's name wasn't really a name. It told us to call it 'Malefactor'. Neither of us knew what the word meant, but we looked it up after. Various descriptions in our family dictonaries defined it as 'an evildoer' or even 'mythologically, the group of angels who left heaven to rule Hell with Satan'. Creepy.
2. Another 'fellow' we spoke to was friendly, but kept wanting to tell us how he died. We asked a bunch of other questions first, and found out that he was from the south, died in the 50's etc. When we finally asked him how he died, the wierdest thing happened. The quarter we were using as a planchette slid very quickly, and stopped suddenly on the letter K. It moved away VERY fast, stopped VERY fast, and rocketed again to the letter K. You can imagine where this went. KKKKKKKKKKK over and over, each time moving VERY fast and stopping so hard that we could barely keep our fingers on it. We had to DRAG the quarter to 'Goodbye'. That was the last time we ever played with a Ouija board.
Also, my Dad had an experience when he was a bellhop in a little hotel in Cobourg, Ontario. He has never told us the story, and absolutely refuses to give us details. He tried to tell it once, but he never could finish it. All we know is that the police and a priest brought in a woman (screaming) and a newborn baby (crying and screaming). They were escorted to a room and a bunch of stuff happened. The details are (as I said) sketchy, but there were deep voices that came from nowhere, walls that bled in patterns, and welts that appeared on the baby when the priest tried to baptize it. The police said that the father was associated with a certain gang, and had promised to deliver the baby to Satan. My dad says he regrets telling us this now, and he said he will never tell the whole story.
Finally, my own moment of wierdness. In grade 8, I was on a bus coming back from a class trip to Quebec City. I lost about a half hour of time. Everyone around me remembered what happened during that time, but I didn't. When I realized something was 'wrong' the teacher was there shaking me awake. The other students were fooling around, and had taken my camera and shot the flash into my open eyes, and poked me with pins. According to them, I was just sitting there, leaning on my arm with my eyes wide open and not responding to flashes, pins or anything. The teacher realized something was wrong, and that's when she shook me 'awake'.
I thought I just fell asleep with my eyes open, and checked my watch. As I said, it was about half an hour. No big deal.
When the bus got back to the school, my Mom was waiting for me. This was odd, because I lived less than a block away form the school, and was old enough to walk home. I got off the bus, and she told me that my Grandfather had passed away at the hospital that afternoon. The time when he passed away was EXACTLY in the middle of my lost time... My Grampa and I were pretty close, but I always thought something happened that day. I only wish I could remember what...
My sister and I were playing with a Ouija board many years ago, and it would do nice little tricks, like spelling out a word that my sister was thinking of (to prove I wasn't moving it) and vice versa. We talked to a bunch of people, but two things stood out:
1. One 'spirit' we talked to told us it's name wasn't really a name. It told us to call it 'Malefactor'. Neither of us knew what the word meant, but we looked it up after. Various descriptions in our family dictonaries defined it as 'an evildoer' or even 'mythologically, the group of angels who left heaven to rule Hell with Satan'. Creepy.
2. Another 'fellow' we spoke to was friendly, but kept wanting to tell us how he died. We asked a bunch of other questions first, and found out that he was from the south, died in the 50's etc. When we finally asked him how he died, the wierdest thing happened. The quarter we were using as a planchette slid very quickly, and stopped suddenly on the letter K. It moved away VERY fast, stopped VERY fast, and rocketed again to the letter K. You can imagine where this went. KKKKKKKKKKK over and over, each time moving VERY fast and stopping so hard that we could barely keep our fingers on it. We had to DRAG the quarter to 'Goodbye'. That was the last time we ever played with a Ouija board.
Also, my Dad had an experience when he was a bellhop in a little hotel in Cobourg, Ontario. He has never told us the story, and absolutely refuses to give us details. He tried to tell it once, but he never could finish it. All we know is that the police and a priest brought in a woman (screaming) and a newborn baby (crying and screaming). They were escorted to a room and a bunch of stuff happened. The details are (as I said) sketchy, but there were deep voices that came from nowhere, walls that bled in patterns, and welts that appeared on the baby when the priest tried to baptize it. The police said that the father was associated with a certain gang, and had promised to deliver the baby to Satan. My dad says he regrets telling us this now, and he said he will never tell the whole story.
Finally, my own moment of wierdness. In grade 8, I was on a bus coming back from a class trip to Quebec City. I lost about a half hour of time. Everyone around me remembered what happened during that time, but I didn't. When I realized something was 'wrong' the teacher was there shaking me awake. The other students were fooling around, and had taken my camera and shot the flash into my open eyes, and poked me with pins. According to them, I was just sitting there, leaning on my arm with my eyes wide open and not responding to flashes, pins or anything. The teacher realized something was wrong, and that's when she shook me 'awake'.
I thought I just fell asleep with my eyes open, and checked my watch. As I said, it was about half an hour. No big deal.
When the bus got back to the school, my Mom was waiting for me. This was odd, because I lived less than a block away form the school, and was old enough to walk home. I got off the bus, and she told me that my Grandfather had passed away at the hospital that afternoon. The time when he passed away was EXACTLY in the middle of my lost time... My Grampa and I were pretty close, but I always thought something happened that day. I only wish I could remember what...
Estlor
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I've got some stories. Nothing as creepy as the black-eyed kids, but interesting anyway.
First of all, I see color on black and white TVs. Or rather, I did as a kid, as we haven't had a black and white TV since then. We had this B&W TV in the kitchen we'd watch the news on at lunchtime before my nap (I was in kindergarden and all). After almost a year of that I remember asking my Mom some kind of a color-related question and she gave me a funny look and told me there was no color on that TV. I refused to believe it wasn't a color set, but everyone else in my family only saw B&W on it...
My girlfriend always tells me her TV set is haunted. I've seen what it does. You can be watching it, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the volume goes up or down, or (more startlingly) the channel changes without any on-screen indication of it having changed. She says it usually goes to CNN (which she would always watch in the morning while getting ready for work). The one time it happened to me we were watching the Cosby show on Nick at Night and she had fallen asleep. Just before 1 am it was suddenly on Cartoon Network in time for GI Joe to start. Odd, how it picked a show I would watch but she never would. Now, my Dad is a bit of a gearhead when it comes to electronics, and he says the power supply is acting up, and that an electronic tuner can change channels at the slightest variance in voltage if not regulated properly, but my girlfriend claims the TV she had before this one did it too, and that one had a manual tuner on it.
My girlfriend has prophetic dreams. Nothing dramatic, but she'll have a dream that only vague details linger. However, sometime down the line, usually close to a year later, something happens that matches those details. The best story of this happened quite a while back. She had a dream about her mother (who had just survived breast cancer at the time of the dream) in the hospital surrounded by crosses. She always thought it was odd because her mother isn't religious and the closest hospital was a community one, not a religious one. But once during a treatment she had a needle break off in her and get lodged in the vein near her neck. They rushed her to a hospital that specialized in this kind of thing a town over, and when she came to visit sure enough it was a Catholic hospital and her mother's room had crucifixes on three of the four walls.
And, lastly, up in Oxford they have a bit of a ghost story. One of the back roads just inside of town has three hills before it dead curves off. The legend is that one night a man riding a motorcycle was traveling down that road. He cleared the first two hills, but just before going over the third he lost control of the bike and died. On clear nights you can go down to the end of the road, turn around, and park the car. If you flash your brights three times, a light appears down on the other side of the road. You see it go over the first two hills, but it vanishes after that and won't come any closer. It doesn't work in the rain, and due to the traffic in the region caused by the ghost tale they put up street lights all along the road that makes it too bright to do it anymore, but "The Light" as the call it is a bit unnerving when you see it. I'll say this much about the place - when you drive down the road at night, no matter the weather, temperature, or time of year, it is always very foggy back there, and you can see it rise up in whisps from the ground itself.
First of all, I see color on black and white TVs. Or rather, I did as a kid, as we haven't had a black and white TV since then. We had this B&W TV in the kitchen we'd watch the news on at lunchtime before my nap (I was in kindergarden and all). After almost a year of that I remember asking my Mom some kind of a color-related question and she gave me a funny look and told me there was no color on that TV. I refused to believe it wasn't a color set, but everyone else in my family only saw B&W on it...
My girlfriend always tells me her TV set is haunted. I've seen what it does. You can be watching it, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, the volume goes up or down, or (more startlingly) the channel changes without any on-screen indication of it having changed. She says it usually goes to CNN (which she would always watch in the morning while getting ready for work). The one time it happened to me we were watching the Cosby show on Nick at Night and she had fallen asleep. Just before 1 am it was suddenly on Cartoon Network in time for GI Joe to start. Odd, how it picked a show I would watch but she never would. Now, my Dad is a bit of a gearhead when it comes to electronics, and he says the power supply is acting up, and that an electronic tuner can change channels at the slightest variance in voltage if not regulated properly, but my girlfriend claims the TV she had before this one did it too, and that one had a manual tuner on it.
My girlfriend has prophetic dreams. Nothing dramatic, but she'll have a dream that only vague details linger. However, sometime down the line, usually close to a year later, something happens that matches those details. The best story of this happened quite a while back. She had a dream about her mother (who had just survived breast cancer at the time of the dream) in the hospital surrounded by crosses. She always thought it was odd because her mother isn't religious and the closest hospital was a community one, not a religious one. But once during a treatment she had a needle break off in her and get lodged in the vein near her neck. They rushed her to a hospital that specialized in this kind of thing a town over, and when she came to visit sure enough it was a Catholic hospital and her mother's room had crucifixes on three of the four walls.
And, lastly, up in Oxford they have a bit of a ghost story. One of the back roads just inside of town has three hills before it dead curves off. The legend is that one night a man riding a motorcycle was traveling down that road. He cleared the first two hills, but just before going over the third he lost control of the bike and died. On clear nights you can go down to the end of the road, turn around, and park the car. If you flash your brights three times, a light appears down on the other side of the road. You see it go over the first two hills, but it vanishes after that and won't come any closer. It doesn't work in the rain, and due to the traffic in the region caused by the ghost tale they put up street lights all along the road that makes it too bright to do it anymore, but "The Light" as the call it is a bit unnerving when you see it. I'll say this much about the place - when you drive down the road at night, no matter the weather, temperature, or time of year, it is always very foggy back there, and you can see it rise up in whisps from the ground itself.
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