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July 31, 2011

Feel free to mock me, but this really happened about a month ago. I always wanted to believe in spirits/afterlife, that kind of thing, but logically I just couldn’t. After this happened, I changed my mind.

Back story, I met the hub through mutual friends, said mutual friends grew up with him and are now married. The guy, Jason, has lived in the same house since he was little, he and his wife bought it from his mother when they got married. Long history of issues with the house, they even had a preacher come in and bless it. Since the two of them have moved in, there have been a few weird things, but nothing major.

So a few weeks ago we went down there to see them, and spent the night. After it got late and everyone else was in bed, I wanted my PJs, so I went outside to get them from the car. Walking across the deck, I felt something push me from behind, and I fell down the steps. They have a huge boxer who’s really bad about jumping, so I thought it was him.

Then I looked up and saw this bright white light, a circle. I thought I’d hit my head or something. so I stood up, and it was still there, about head high, sort of pulsating. I turned around to go back to the house, then I turned back, still there. like it was watching me. Finally I said “I’m sorry if you’re mad, but this isn’t your house anymore. the people who live here are really nice and will take care of it, but you need to leave.” and it got brighter for a second, then slowly faded away.
There were no lights on, nobody lives near there, no headlights, etc. it was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. I kind of feel bad now, because I’m not sure that what pushed me and the light were the same thing. I wasn’t afraid of the light at all.

The next morning the hub and I got up, and he took me to the doctor. Broken wrist. When I explained to him what happened, and later when I explained it to my friends who own the house, turns out at some point, all of them had seen the light I described. My husband and the other guy had seen it in the house when they were teenagers, and the wife had seen it in the back field, a couple of weeks earlier.

oh, and same house, a few months before, the hub and i spent the night. usually we sleep on the couch, but for some reason we were in their spare room. I had horrible, very vivid nightmares about being raped the whole night. when i woke up at six, i just got up and went downstairs and cleaned up, i was too freaked out to go back to sleep.

when i told my friends why i was up so early, the guy went pale. apparently his high school girlfriend had spent the night in the room years before and had the same dreams, and would never go back in that room.

– Posted by meg12279 ; Fark


Ghost Kitty

July 31, 2011

I’ve only had a few kind of creepy things happen to me. This one sticks out the most.

I must have been around 7 or 8, and I was getting on the bus in the morning to go to school. As I was looking for a place to sit, I thought I heard a cat meowing. Thinking it was possible that one of my three cats had followed me onto the bus, I looked around but didn’t see anything.

Didn’t think much of it, until the next day when my mom was driving me home from school and we saw one of our cats dead on the side of the road.

One of our neighbors told my mom they had seen him there for the past two days.

That freaked my mom out because she had seen him the night before. All of a sudden in the middle of the night she had heard him yowling at the door. When she went to check it out, she found him caught in the screen door, like he had been running through it when it closed on him.

Ghost kitty? I hope not, it makes me sad. Like he wanted us to find him so he could finally rest.

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A Person But Wrong

July 30, 2011

I apparently seem to attract spirits. Strangely, they seem to be “stalking” me, and *other people* see the things following me more often than I see them myself.

I’ve had a number of “I thought I saw”s and “It could have been a dream”s, and just really weird, “this place isn’t right” feelings like most people, and even people telling me of their “I thought I just saw something following you…” and what not. But the one that I’m 100% sure of went thusly:

At the end of the night, we were dropping this one friend off at his apartment building (It was really four towers surrounding a courtyard-kinda-place), and we ended up hanging out for a while, a couple of us sitting on the hood, the others standing around, etc. So I decide that I’m thirsty, and I’m going to go walk the bank of vending machines which while a good 25-30 feet away was still perfectly in the line of sight of the spot where we were. So I’m walking, and suddenly I get this extremely intense feeling of being watched — being watched the way you see lions staring at zebras — I had the distinct impression that I was prey, and that whatever was watching was just .. well … evil. I stop in midstep and hesitate, suddenly very, very scared, heart pounding — and turn my head to look over my shoulder and a bit too the side where there’s a big decorative hedge. I don’t see anything at all. Not a thing. No shadows for ghosties to hide in, no thing. So I shake it off, chastise myself for being stupid, get my soda, and head back for the car.

It’s silent at the car. Four other people are staring slackjawed at me. I begin to get creeped out again. “What is it?” I say. After a moment, this guy clears his throat and says “Ah, there was something … over by the hedge … something … ah … I don’t know what it was, but as you turned and looked *exactly where it was* it fell back into shadows.” The others are nodding agreement, babbling excitedly now, some chipping in with “Looked like a person, but *wrong* … skin was dark bue/gray … horrible eyes…moved *wrong*”

“.. what do you mean fell back?” I asked. I hadn’t seen any shadows at all for anything to hide in. The “The way you see in stupid movies. Like he just took one intentional step back to avoid being seen by you, and was just gone.”

Freaky. As. Hell. They kept using the word “Wrong” to describe it … it moved “sort of like a human, but WRONG” which is exactly the way I had felt when this thing was looking at me. Like the word W R O N G was written in big blazing red letters inside my head.

Now, I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t high, wasn’t drunk.



– Posted by Mana ; Fark


You Saw Her Too?

July 30, 2011

Ok, one from my mom, and I know the house and vaguely knew the old lady. My mom knows the story because she has met the owners at church functions and has live herself in the area for 40+ years…

Little Old Stella lived alone in the same small town Ontario farmhouse for well over 50 years. After she died (may or not have been in the house), the house sat dormant for a little while before being bought by complete ‘out-of-towners’.

Now, one of the out-of-towner’s friends came to stay over, one who knew nothing about the house.

While the friend was folding laundry, she looked up to see an old lady totter by in the hallway. The friend was apparently surprised but didn’t pursue just then. When she went downstairs she asked the owners “Who is the old lady? A friend?”. The owner apparently exclaimed “You saw her too?!?”. It was at this point the owner decided to take an interest as to the previous owners, and that is when the new owners found out about old Stella (yes, she had a last name but I am not putting it here on the Intratubes). The owner had seen Stella sitting in a rocking chair– as Stella had been handy with the knittiing and crochet hooks.

I love to know the ‘science’ behind this. The friend had no reason, inclination or prior suggestion to know who the previous owner was. Yet, out of the blue, was induced to see ‘something’, a ‘something’ someone else had also seen but had told no-one else about.

I am a heavy skeptic, but I can not come up with any rational explanation for these sorts of things (not a ‘sleep paralysis’ issue). These are the sorts of incidents that interest me. I am also stymied by ‘visitations’ by close relatives who have actually died but that knowledge is unknown to the visitee — especially in cases where it was totally an unexpected death. Thinking you are seeing your granny in a vision when you know she is on her death-bed could be written off as a hallucination/active wish fulfillment.

But, when someone sees a father, mom, brother or sister in a doorway when they look-up from doing dishes and say “Hey, I didn’t know you were dropping by!”, then look away for a second (to turn off the water), then look again and the relative has disappeared, then the phone rings to tell you they are dead, THAT is what leaves my mind open to some things.

– Posted by ObscureNameHere; Fark


The Statue Of The Boy And His Dog

July 30, 2011

I’ve only told my wife this story, but now am telling all y’all.

About a year ago, I was walking my two dogs in the park across the river. The park has a nice dirt path that runs right along the river’s edge. About an 1/8th of a mile in, there is a statue that’s quite beautiful.

It’s copper, about 5 feet tall, and depicts a young boy “pouring water” down a rock (it’s got a fountain in it) into a small puddle for a dog to drink from. The intent is, YOUR dog can share the water in the puddle with the dog that’s part of the sculpture.

It needs cleaning, and it’s fountain clogged up long ago, but I still really enjoy it.

Anyways, two Septembers ago I was walking through the park, looking up ahead on the path towards the front gate.

In the bushes, I saw something.

It looked like a figure, but it was more of a shadow. It appeared to be looking at me… it was odd. Like a mind trick.

Suddenly, my dog Sadie saw it. She jerked and then looked like she jumped right out of her skin. The hair on her back stood straight up, and she started growling and barking nervously, which is really unlike her (American bulldogs aren’t a breed that barks much.) She was pulling me, then stopping, then pulling me, then stopping, all the while barking like mad.

The shadow just stood there, kind of rocking back and fourth. The closer we got, the more it started to fade. However the more it faded, the more my dog went ballistic. By the time we got to the bushes, it was completely gone, and my dog looked totally confused.

What happened next sounds like a cliche, but is 100% true. As I walked past the spot where we saw the shadow, I felt extremely cold, just for a few steps, like something had passed right through me.

From then on, my dog was fine. She went from being nervous and unmanageable to completely calm.

About 6 months later, while walking through the parking lot connected to the park, Sadie suddenly went ape shiat, almost instantaneously, barking like mad at nothing–there was nothing there, nothing around, no sound, NOTHING. There weren’t even any cars parked there.

And then, just as suddenly, she stopped barking and acted like nothing happened.

What’s the most odd is my other dog ,Cocoa, had no reaction either time.

OK, so as you sit there reading this, rolling your eyes, get this: I JUST found this out 10 minutes ago. Apparently, the sculpture is a tribute to a boy who drowned WITH HIS DOG right there in the river.

The city of Westbrook is now looking into relocating the sculpture and restoring it.

I have fears that this will unleash the fury of the dead! 😉

– Posted by Mordicai Sulk; Fark


Through The Closet Door

July 30, 2011

I have my own trilogy:

1) I was in college and needed a place to live. I guy I worked with (we’ll call him B.) said he had a whole upstairs I could live in cheap. Moved in a few days later. About a month later, I woke up from a sound sleep and see something sitting on the edge of my bed. It’s completely black even though a street light shines into the window. I sit up and it jumps up like it didn’t know I was there. I notice that there seems to be substance to it since the hat is brim is pushed down by the air as it’s getting up. It turns and its coat kind of billows around it. It walks across the floor and into the open closet door.

When it stood up, it was normal sized man height. It walked through the closet door which was built into a knee wall so it was only about 4 feet tall. It never stooped and didn’t seem to shrink as it moved.

A week or two later, B. and I are sitting watching TV and I ask him if he ever saw anything strange in the house. He turns off the TV and says, “So, you finally saw him?” He said that he’s seen him a number of times and it freaks him out. That’s why he wanted someone to move in with him. After that, we’d be in the living room watching TV and hear something going up the steps. We figured it was the cat but the cat would start growling (it was asleep next to the couch).

Finally, one day, B. had enough. The thing was in the doorway of the living room just standing there. B. points the remote at it and starts pressing buttons and yelling at it – “Get the F out of here or sit down and have a drink.” I’m upstairs studying. Then, it’s like the entire house shrugged. It’s hard to say exactly what happened but everything “bounced”. After that, things started going South in a hurry. Horrible smells, things breaking, explosive sounds, etc. We lasted 2 weeks and left when we woke up and found the cat dead in the middle of the kitchen with its neck broken.

– Posted by MayoBoy; Fark


The Professor

July 30, 2011

My fiance doesn’t believe in ghosts in the spooky sense, but he did tell me one story that may or may not have a ghost in it.

When he was a freshman, heading home from a class where he’d just been handed back a D test in Calculus, there was a sudden bit of rain and he ducked into the library. Now, being the sort of guy he was, he decided exploring the building would be more productive than getting rained on, so he heads down to the basement, looking around and stuff. Place was pretty deserted, it being Friday afternoon and all.

He finally got to the oversized-art-books section (the arts program and engineering are taught on the one campus at our school,) and discovered this old man in a corduroy jacket and vest, sleeping in one of the big leather library chairs. My fiance didn’t want to wake him, so he turned quietly and started to pick up a random book. The old guy woke up, said hello, and asked him which book he was looking at. My fiance told him and the old man told him ‘no, that one’s crap,’ and pointed out ‘a better one.’ Apparently there was something damned weird about the old guy, because my fiance thanked him, took the art book, and started to go. Then the old man asked him if he was in Professor Whatsisname’s class. When my fiance replied that he was, the old man started to laugh and began dissing the professor as a prissy little upstart. He asked my fiance’s name and the two of them got to talking, mostly about the class. Apparently the old guy was a professor of some kind, but my fiance didn’t get his name. They had a fine chat and then the old guy noticed the time and said that he had to leave. He shook my fiance’s hand and wished him the best of luck.

On a whim, fiance checked out the art book, even though he’d never been interested in art at all. It was a collection of Toulouse-Lautrec paintings, and when he got back to the dorm, he started looking at the pictures, thought they were kinda nice, but no big deal. Towards the middle, though, a typewritten sheet of paper falls out -it’s a sheet of proofs for some of the hardest equations in the class he was taking, like the Holy Grail of cribsheets. It being September of 2001, he had no idea why anyone would have used a typewriter for that, unless it’d been there for years. He figured the old guy had tipped him off and resolved to thank him if he found him again. He didn’t, but it’s a big school, so he assumed it was no big deal.

Senior year rolled around and he met this upstarty little freshman girl who was nevertheless interesting enough to date. (Me. He wasn’t my fiance yet then, but you get it.) One of his engineering classes was in the same building with my Appreciation of Art 102, and walking back, I decided to show him one of my favorite paintings that we’d just looked at in class, this one, (new window) and we headed into the library. When I picked up the same book in which he’d found the cribsheet, he told me the whole story. I thought it was pretty cool and suggested we check the professors’ office listing to see if he remembered the old guy’s name. We had nothing better to do, so we went upstairs , intending to head out and go read the professors’ names.

When we got upstairs, though, a workman was installing a plaque under a big bracket, the kind they use for picture frames, in the new lounge (read: six comfy chairs and a table,) across from the Circulation desk. He dropped a screw and my fiance went and got it for him, asked him what kind of drill it was…you know men and power tools, they talked for a good five minutes while I stood there trying not to look bored as hell. Anyway, worker guy finished up and lifted the painting into place above the little plaque.

“They’re dedicating this new lounge tomorrow…I think there’ll be free food if you want to come.” My fiance had gone all pale, staring like there was something scary up on the wall. “Uhh…you okay?”

The painting was of the old man. He had been head librarian until his death in 2001…August 2001, and the new lounge was to be named in his honor. My fiance got all sad and placed the Lautrec book on the table of the new lounge, I guess to thank the librarian in the only way possible, and then brightened up a bit, remarking on what a nice coincidence it was: the librarian had showed him Toulouse-Lautrec and now he was dating a girl who liked that painter. “Must’ve liked his students to be prepared!”

When I asked him exactly when he had met the old guy, later, he told me it was right after he’d gotten his first test back and then explained, at length, precisely why and how the sheet of proofs had been so helpful. I do not understand calculus, so my mind wandered a little, and even as he was extolling the present that he’d received, I realized they don’t even give a test in Calc 1 until the last day of August. The librarian passed away on August 15.

I decided not to press the issue. My fiance doesn’t believe in ghosts.

/Supernatural? Maybe.
//Benevolent and matchmaker-y? Sure, why not?

– Posted by SpiderQueenDemon; Fark