Archive for the ‘Murder’ Category

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Dream Of The Man With The Knife In His Hand

August 16, 2011

Right after I was born, my parents moved into an old house out in the country. It was built in the early 1900’s and was owned by a farmer. Nobody had lived there for about ten years or so, so he let us stay there for free since my parents were young and just-out-of-college poor. I lived in that house until I was about 6 or 7 and it was always really creepy there at night.

When I was 5 or so, I started having dreams about an old guy who was going to kill me with a knife. In the dreams, I’d be in my bedroom sleeping and wake up (still in my dream, though) to see an older man standing there with a knife. Sometimes he’d just stand there, other times he’d make threatening motions at me, and a few times I’d see a little boy sitting in the corner of my room crying. These dreams continued once or twice a week for at least two months or so.

After convincing my parents to let me sleep in their room, I stopped having the nightmares and soon afterwards began sleeping in my room again. I never had any dreams about the old man again.

However, when I was 10 or so, I saw the movie Halloween and the way Michael Myers was holding a knife reminded me of the dreams. I mentioned the dreams to my best friend, who was watching the movie with me at the time. A few months later he got onto the bus on the way to school extremely excited. He said that he had been talking to his grandpa about Halloween costumes and his grandpa started telling him scary stories.

It turns out that one of his stories involved the house I used to live in. Apparently in the 30’s a man had lived there with his wife and two children; a son and daughter. One day, in the middle of the afternoon, he snapped, stabbing his wife to death and then murdering his two children while they were upstairs playing in their room. He then went outside about 300 yards north of the house, walked out into the middle of a small, shallow pond, and slit his own throat.

I thought my friend was screwing with me, so I convinced my mom to take me to the library so that I could look in some old newspapers for confirmation (never would have thought of it if I hadn’t had to look through old newspapers for a school project the year before). Sure enough, there was a man that had lived there and murdered his family in that manner. There was a picture of room where the children were murdered, and it was my bedroom from a few years before.

I’m reluctant to attribute my dreams to anything supernatural, so I’m guessing that when I was younger I had heard someone mention the murder, but it didn’t really register in my memory other than in dreams. I know that when I was little, I’d get rides in my friend’s grandpa’s combine during corn and wheat harvest… he could have mentioned it then, since he always liked playing tricks on little kids. Either way, when I saw that picture in the newspaper, it freaked me the hell out.

– Posted by bean_sips; Fark

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Shoot Them Both

July 30, 2011

I’m fairly certain no one will read this, but I got one that has a ton of odd happenings.

When we moved to an old farm house in northern Michigan, no one would really talk to us. We attributed it to being outsiders, because it was such a small town (graduated with 39 other kids).

We bought the house from an estate sale, got it dirt cheap. No one else even looked at it. We were told that there were a couple deaths in the house, but that was it.

So I start school (5th grade) and kids are all creeped out by me. Start teasing about how I was gonna kill my family. Turns out, the people that died there were murdered by their eldest son, John (my first name). The parents name were David and Eliza Douglas, my parents were David and Elizabeth Douglas. Weird.

So, eventually friends would come over to stay the night, but seldomly would stay more than one. It never failed that when people were over, something freaky would happen.

My bedroom just happened to be the one the kid shot the father in, and right outside my window was the porch, where he shot the fleeing mother.

One night (the worst “occurance”) a friend was sleeping over. Normally my friends and I would both crash out on the floor in front of the TV. Well, it was about 2am and we both sat right up from our sleep and he looked at me and in a low voice said “shoot him, shoot him, he doesnt deserve to live. The gun is in the closet.” I remember not having control of myself, almost like I wasnt me, and telling him that I would “shoot them both”. Right after I said that, we both came out of it, and just kind of looked at each other like WTF just happened.

So, months later we are talking about it to another friend who gets really creeped out and go grabs a newspaper from their closet. (His dad was the guy that arrested the murderer son and kept the newspaper clipping of it). So he shows us the paper and it says something to the effect of “Deputies responded to a shooting just after 2am on such and such date”

So.. at 2am, something like the 4 yr anniversary of the shooting that happened.

What is even worse about it, was I had a 4-10 shotgun in my closet that he didnt know about, because it was packed away behind some clothes. (we didnt have a gun cabinet yet, and had no more room on the rack we had in the den.

So ya… I was thinking that house wanted my parents dead, just like the last ones. Very weird indeed.

– Posted by Karate Explosion; Fark

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Watching Her From The Bushes

July 20, 2011

When I was a kid, my mom and a family friend took me on vacation to the beach, where we stayed in this really old beach house for two weeks. Just walking in you could feel something, the atmosphere was so heavy and thick it was suffocating, like a sauna of bad emotions. For some reason we stayed anyway. Things moved on their own, went missing, and door and windows opened and closed by themselves. In one of the bedrooms you could hear a women crying at night, which got so bad that our family friend slept on the couch.

In the master bedroom, where my mom and I slept, you could feel someone watching you from the backyard. One night my mom woke up in the middle of the night and felt something drawing her onto the balcony, like she couldn’t stop herself. When she got outside, she saw a man standing in the bushes watching her. She ran from the room and ended up outside the room where the woman cried, where the window was wide open. Mom still says she felt so threatened in the moment that she still has nightmares about it.

Me, I heard voices the entire time I was there. Two of them, a man and a woman. I never understood what the man said because it was always a whisper, like someone talking to close to your ear, but he terrified me. The woman was better, she never talked to me. It seemed like she was talking to herself, like she was just going through the same days she had lived.

Turns out, one of the first inhabitants of the house had been murdered by a man who had stalked her, watching her through the windows and hiding in the bushes. One night he broke into the house and raped and killed her in the room where we heard the woman crying.

We didn’t find out until we went to return the key to the rental place. My mom asked the owner all sorts of questions, telling her all the things that had happened over those two weeks, but the lady wouldn’t tell us anything. It wasn’t until we gave up and went to our car that the owner’s daughter came out and told us the story.

It was the scariest shit I had ever witnessed, never had I been so glad a vacation was over.

– Posted by _stargazing; ONTD
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June 20, 2011

My best friend stayed the night in a stranger’s house in Key West. She had a terrible nightmare that she and another woman were dressed in period clothing and were mopping up a lake of blood. She awoke shaken and feeling sick. The owner of the house then told her that a gruesome and bloody murder had taken place in that exact location.

– Posted by bugmonsters ; Nosleep

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Our front door is wide open.

June 18, 2011

While in college, I took this job for this eccentric guy who was trying to manufacture these machines for some company. I would just show up and assemble the machines for around 4 hours a day. It was a quiet and pretty easy job. It was just this guy, some of his family working for him, an accountant, and myself.

The job was in this small town which, now run down, used to be an old gold mining town between 1890-1910’s. The building I was in was just part of an entire block of buildings that were all connected. The building was about 100 years old. It was three stories, a basement which was sealed off with the entrance from an old warehouse next store. The middle story was completely empty, just a big room with some pillars. The top floor, where I worked, had high arch ceilings and a big beam that ran across the center of the room. The top floor was accessed by a rickety set of stairs with a room to the right, a big room to the left, and a small room in the back. The room to the right was just some half empty shelves, some with engineering books. The small room in the back is where the accountants desk was at. The main room, where I was, was just a long table with some shelves in the middle.

I was short some hours because of finals, so I asked the boss if I could work late one night. He said it would be fine, just to make sure I lock the front door when I leave. About 5pm everyone left. After they left, I checked the front door at the bottom of the stairs to make sure it was locked.

I sat there and worked for about 2 hours without incident. Then I heard someone coming up the stairs. The stairs were old and rickety, and creaked and groaned with the lightest step. I thought nothing of it, I assumed the boss forgot something, maybe a book or something and was over in the other room looking for it. I didn’t hear anything and called out after a few minutes, but no one answered. To access the backroom or anywhere else, a person coming up the stairs would have had to walk right by me, no one walked by me.

I finally decided to get up and go into the other room to see who was there. Well, I walk around the corner and no one’s there. I’m not scared or anything, just confused. The rooms are big and mostly empty, so it only took a minute to walk around the place and it was definitely empty. I stood at the top of the stairs perplexed for a few minutes and decided that someone was just messing with me. I literally went over and starting moving the bookshelves to see if there was something behind them. There was nothing. Not that there was any point, but I searched the building again, this time, upstairs and the big empty room downstairs. I even checked the door, which was still locked. I felt a little bewildered and tried to come up with possibilities in my head. I finally came to the conclusion that someone in another part of the building must be doing some construction or something causing the stairs to shake. It was a long shot, but what alternative was there.

I went ahead and clocked out, went down the stairs, made sure the front door was locked. It was my first time working late, and the boss told me to make sure the door was locked when I left. I even double checked the door.

My plan was to go next door and see if they were doing some construction or something. I felt like I needed an excuse as to why I didn’t get much done because I was walking around trying to figure out who walked up the stairs. When I went outside, I realized the entire block was completely empty. This is an old industrial area and not only was the block empty, but every block around it. Still convinced that someone in another building caused the stairs to shake, I got in my car and drove around the back side of the building to see if they were maybe working in the back. Nope, another block that was completely void of anyone. To me, being in an area that was so desolate was creepier to me than whatever caused the stairs to shake. I circled around the entire block in less than a minute and decided that I would just go home. As I drive back by our building my heart about explodes. Our front door is wide open.

So, it’s about 7:30pm, pitch black outside except for a street light at the end of the block, and there are no cars or people anywhere as far as I can see. I stop the car and just sit there like an idiot staring for about a minute.

I finally calm down and decide to drive right up next to the door and see if I can see any lights on in the building. Nope, it’s pitch black inside.

At this point I am debating how badly I want to keep this job. I worked at K-mart before this, and I certainly don’t want to go back to working with customers again. This job paid a lot better as well. If I leave with the door wide open, I could get fired. If I go close the door, I’m going to probably shit my pants out of fright. Being a poor college student, I found my balls and, with the car still running, got out, ran over to the door and slammed it shut. I then twisted the handle to see if it was locked, it was not. It seemed like minutes, but what probably took a fraction of second, I opened the door just enough to reach inside and turn the lock. I slammed the door again and twisted the handle again to make sure it was locked. It was locked, but before I could take my hand off the handle, I heard the stairs shaking again. Even if I had looked, I wouldn’t have seen anything because the stairs were pitch black, but needless to say I didn’t look. I turned pale white and ran the few steps to my car, slammed the door, put it in gear and floored it. I was driving so fast I had to slam on the breaks for the stop sign at the intersection. I don’t know what possessed me, but I looked over my shoulder out of morbid curiosity. It was dark, but I could see the door, and it was still shut. So I went home.

I went back to work the next day and debating for a long time if I should say anything or not. I finally decided I had to say something and talked to the guys son. I explained that something kind of weird happened to me here last night. He replied by asking me if I had heard noises. I just shook my head up and down. He then told me that this place is haunted or something. He said he used to work nights and would see shadows and hear noises but he wouldn’t go into any detail, he just said he doesn’t work alone or at night here anymore. He said I shouldn’t work at night anymore either and he would let his dad, my boss, know not to ask me to.

I never got anymore information out of him about his experiences, and I didn’t feel comfortable explaining my entire experience to him either. I told him about the stairs rattling, but not about the open door.

The strange thing was that the boss would work late by himself many times. He told his son he was stupid and to cut his bullshit. He didn’t care much for me either after his son told him I didn’t want to work nights anymore. Between the strange occurrence and the boss treating me with less respect I found a new job in a few weeks and left.

Years later, I see my old boss in the newspaper. They had said his business went under and he was being evicted from the building. He refused to leave and when the cops came to force him out, they found him dead. He had hung himself in the center of the room from the center beam in the building in the room I used to work in. The reason it made the paper was because they thought it was a murder because there was nothing below him that he could have stood on to get his head in the noose. After a few weeks they couldn’t find any evidence for a murder or a motive for murder, so they concluded that he climbed a shelf near the wall and somehow either hand over hand or by walking on the beam, got to the center of the beam to hang himself.

I never saw the family again, I heard that they had moved to Florida to live with family.

– Posted by twistedcain ; Reddit

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“What are you doing?”

June 7, 2011

I don’t have a story, but I can tell some from friends…

1) My friend Steve’s family has a cabin up in the Lake Tahoe area that is haunted. He’s told me stories about people passing ghosts in the hallway at night, dresser drawers turning themselves over onto the floor while keeping the clothes perfectly folded inside, hearing crazy noises (like people are fighting) when no one else is home. He’s got quite a few stories…

2) My best friend from high school, Jamie, moved to a house in North Carolina shortly after we graduated. They believed the house was haunted because of weird stuff that would happen. The first thing was that the dogs and cats were completely freaked out of a certain spot in the hallway. They would stand there staring at it before finally running full speed down the hallway, and they always jumped right over the spot they had been staring at. They refused to run right over the spot.
Jamie’s mom once reported that she was sitting in the kitchen balancing the checkbook late one night when she heard someone whisper in her ear, “What are you doing?” She jumped and turned around, but no one was there. She checked the house and everyone was fast asleep in their beds. Freaked her out.
Jamie said the scariest thing that happened to her was that she woke up in the middle of the night and needed to go to the bathroom. So she got out of bed and started to cross the room, when suddenly everything went pitch black and it felt like someone was standing in front of her blocking her way/view. She freaked out, screamed, and leapt back into bed. Her parents came running, but by the time they arrived nothing was there. Months later, Jamie’s mom experienced the exact same thing when she tried to get up in the middle of the night.

3) The grossest story I know came from a friend of Steve (from #1). The friend began to suspect their apartment was haunted because they’d hear weird noises, things would disappear, doors would slam, etc. They did some research and found out that a woman had been killed in the apartment some time before. Grossly enough, whoever had murdered her then took her body parts and nailed them to the walls in the bedroom. So they took a blacklight into the bedroom and you could still see where the body parts had been nailed, and how the blood had dripped down the walls. Yuck. They never “saw” any ghosts though.

– Posted by somamoons; Fark

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Face In The Window

May 30, 2011

The experience I had was when I was about 8 years old. My uncle had just bought his first house and got it for a song. Some of my family were there to check out his new place, and we took some pictures. There was a face of a man looking out the livingroom window! It was definitely not a person because the image was all grey and shadowy, but you could see a facial expression. My grandparents acted like nothing ever happened, but my uncle was very curious about this.

A couple weeks later, he was cleaning the basement and discovered that a portion of the basement was sealed up with bricks. One of them was loose I guess because he soon discovered a false wall. Upon knocking it down….he found a dead body in there that looked like it had been there for quite some time. Since I was so young, I didn’t get all the details but the police became involved, and the face was never seen in the window again.

– Posted by Spacedoubt; Reddit