Do YOU believe in ghosts?
I've always been a fan of unexplained phenomena. Whether its trashy "listen to the scary music and look at the shaky camera reconstruction’s, folks" TV shows about the subject, movies on the subject or reading internet discussions - the likes of Bigfoot, UFO's, the Loch Ness Monster and, especially, ghosts, just never gets old.
So, ghosts, then. Arguably the most plausible of all the "Believe It Or Not", it's also the one with the most personal experience stories (well, I can't imagine many people having Bigfoot stories). Everyone you know has either seen a ghost or knows someone who's seen a ghost, and I love hearing all that stuff.
The picture above is a bit of a ghost story in itself, and not just the typical "comedy" picture I would use. It was a picture taken in the Amityville house (I'm not sure who by) and there was no little boy in the picture at the time. When you study the case, and look at the boy in the picture and the boy that was murdered.. well.. needless to say that is fairly creepy (far more creepy than the movies, anyway).
Personally, I've never seen anything even half ghostly (and I don't really know what I would do if I ever did), but my own ghost story is borrowed from my wife's own experience when she was about 12. She was staying at her cousin's house, which always had its fare share of freaky shit happening (chairs rocking by themselves, weird noises, that sort of thing) and she and her cousin were sleeping in the same bed (steady..), and there was a poster of Laurel and Hardy on the wall. So, it's early morning and the two girls are just lying talking, and my wife looks across the room at the picture. And Stan Laurel winked at her.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking - her imagination. I immediately thought "bullshit" to myself as well, except for what happened next. My wife's cousin jumps back in the bed and said "did that poster just wink?"
Add to the fact my wife isn't one of those annoying people who just makes up stories for the hell of it (God I hate people like that) and you have one pretty spooky story. Man, if only Oliver Hardy had wiggled his tie..
So now it’s your turn, faithful Dwellers - know any spooky stories? Ever seen anything you can't explain? Come on - just in time for Halloween - make our hairs stand on end..
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I have no shortage of friends and co-workers who have had experiences and I've had a few "hair-raising" experiences myself, but most of them were probably in my head (though for me they almost all happened along the same creepy stretch of road I used to drive through at the witching hour) so I'll just stick with the slightly bizzare tale of my first apartment. Shortly after moving in, my wife started noticing shadows moving out of the corner of her eye and such things. Then she swears that one night while she was alone, she went to the bathroom (toilet seat down, yes?), took a shower, and then stepped out of the shower to find the toilet seat up. As she relayed this tale, I -being an asshole and all- laughed at her and joked about the "toilet seat burglar" (a chauvenist pig who breaks into women's home when they're alone just to lift the toilet seat up in protest of women's constant nagging on the subject) for weeks until she started reporting other weird stuff that her best friend had seen as well. My wife then began having problems with alcohol (she is not a drinker) and our reltionship began to suffer because of her behavior which culminated in a night she swears she was possessed by an entity. I am sworn to secrecy on the details of what exactly transpired, but I remember waking up in te middle of the night hearing my wife in the bathroom shrieking "I AM THE DEVIL!!!" at the top of her lungs for quite some time. This is not normal behavor, even for a someone who is drunk and for her, it's unheard of. I found myself unable to move; it's not like I was paralyzed or being held down, it's just like I was in a trance and couldn't muster up the willpower to even sit up. Very weird. This went on for some time with me fading in and out of consciousness for what seems like hours until I woke to hear my wife whimpering about how much she loves Jesus and thanking him for something. She is not an atheist or agnostic, but she is not devoutly religious at all and I am straight-edge and was therefore, perfectly sober through the whole affair. Her memory of that night is spotty and ranges from no memory of it at all the day after to swearing she was possessed as bits of memory returned. Shortly after all this we suffered through a sudden biblical plague of mice in our apartment before deciding to move out. The landlady who evicted our neighbors (who shared a wall with us) declared that particular apartment to be "of the devil" and appeared to be sincerely terrified of it after she cleaned it after evicting the residents. I never got her to elaborate on what she saw or found in there, she would just give me a scared look and repeat that the devil was in there. I know first apartments are supposed to be a challenge, but I didn't sign up for that shit! I may never have seen the things my wife or her friend said they saw, but I'd have to say that I was convinced by the time I moved out that something was up in that building.
Oops, forgot to sign that last post. 'Twas I, your friendly neighborhood trashcanman.
Well, I was hoping for a better response from this one, but doesn't look like its going to happen. Never mind.
So, Trashy - you first. Have you ever been tempted to go back to that place? How long ago did all this happen? Did you never see anything?
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