Post Ghost Stories Here!

[Max Whittaker]

I'm no story teller so I'll just read yours. If you don't have one of your own you can post one you have heard. See if you can scare me! Indulge yourselves...

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Help others before you help yourself.

America, land that I love.

Walk straight, have faith and stand tall!

[Kitt]

This is not a ghost story, but it is a wonder.

I was walking alone on a trail along a creek in an old-growth redwood forest. I came to a section where I, adventurously, wanted to cross the creek. This was early spring so the water wasn't high but I would need to scale a shaley cliff to get down to the creek. I slipped and slid down the cliff, doing acrobatic twists like a skier to keep from getting mangled. At the bottom, I was shaking and felt nauseated but didn't seem to be badly hurt. Except, I discovered, my gold ring, a very important ring, had been wrenched from my finger.The singing sound that it had made as it bounced off of the rocks, clearly replayed in my mind.With little hope of finding it among the rocks and the running stream, I looked all over until I was emotionally exausted. Then I went to sleep for awhile under the giant trees before going home, facing the sad reality of having lost something irreplaceable.

The next day, I could think of little else, and so I went back to look again. Only, I didn't look for it in the ordinary methods. Instead I sat by the creek in one place and then another and another; listening to the sound of the water and of the woods, until tranquility guided my vision. Under the flowing stream, and settled beside one of the millions of rocks, the ring appeared, gleaming in the sunlight. Not quite believing what I was seeing, I walked across the rocks to where I had seen the shimmer. The ring was there. I picked it up and placed it on my finger. Trivial? Yes. But it was an encouraging reprieve in a seemingly unsympthetic world.

[Sitcomwriter]

2 kids named Ben and Billy were best friends until Ben dissapeared.It all happened on Halloween 1942 in Hanting Montana.Billy decided to go and rescue Ben but he died and then found out Ben died si they had tea with a ghost named Marie.

THE END

[Kay Scarpetta]

Originally posted by Sitcomwriter:
2 kids named Ben and Billy were best friends until Ben dissapeared.It all happened on Halloween 1942 in Hanting Montana.Billy decided to go and rescue Ben but he died and then found out Ben died si they had tea with a ghost named Marie.

THE END

alriiiiighty then...uh, yea..ok..



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~*~ Jilli Bean ~*~

This isn't Karli, it's her friend Jillian :)

[angel676]

A couple of years ago, my best friend and
I were at my house and we were just goofing off taking pictures and playing
with my old Ouiga board(I hope I spelled
that right). We had the pictures developed the very next day. When we got
back to my house, we looked through the
pictures. In one of the pictures, we had
noticed in one othe pictures was a picture of a ghost like baby carriage. Of
course, we were a bit spooked by it. Later on, we were watching tv and all of
a suddden we heard noises calling out
our names, so that definitely got us
nervous. Later on that night, while my
parents were out, my friend and I were
there alone, still watching tv and just
out of no where, we heard more strange
sounds. By that time, we were totally
freaked out. After that happened, we decided to leave the house and go down to
the park. A little while later, my friend
had noticed something wondering around my
house(actually my moms house). We did and
didn't want to go back to the house. Knowing it was night and Halloween and
there are some pretty sick weirdos out on
Halloween we went back to the house. So,
we checked the outside and inside of the
house, everything was fine. So, when we
finally calmed down, we were fine. My mom
and step-dad arrived back home. The very
next day, we saw my old Ouiga board and
it was in perfect condition, which was
weird, because we tried to burn it. When
we burned tried to burn it, most of it
was burnt, but then it was in perfect
condition.

[Acting Girl 19]

I have alot y'all and I'll let you choose. Here:
The Bell Whitch, a Tennessee story about a ghost haunting the Bell family

Not sure what this is called but it's about a girl having a sleep over and everyone dies

Choose Max and I'll tell you tomarrow

[This message has been edited by fol and gi rock (edited 11-01-2001).]

[Max Whittaker]

They both sound scary. You may do Bell Witch first.

[angel676]

Originally posted by fol and gi rock:
I have alot y'all and I'll let you choose. Here:
The Bell Whitch, a Tennessee story about a goust haunting the Bell family

Not sure what this is called but it's about a girl having a sleep over and everyone dies

Choose Max and I'll tell you tomarrow

I wouldn't mind hearing about the sleep
over, sounds interesting!

[Kay Scarpetta]

Oh My Gosh Angel, that Ouiga (sp?) Thing sounds so scary!! I probably would be out of my mind if that happened to me, I get scared really easily

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~*~ Jilli Bean ~*~

This isn't Karli, it's her friend Jillian :)

[angel676]

Originally posted by Lisa Whelchel Forever:
Oh My Gosh Angel, that Ouiga (sp?) Thing sounds so scary!! I probably would be out of my mind if that happened to me, I get scared really easily



Once all that happened, especially about
the Ouiga board, I get scared very easily
now. If you think that sounds bad, I've
heard some much worse scary stories, a
few of them involved the Ouiga board,
Bloody Mary and a few more other bad
things. Come to my surprise, all the
stories I've been told, really did happen! I've even tried doing that whole
thing about Bloody Mary, but I refused to
look in the mirror, but my best friend
did and apparently she saw Bloody Mary,
I'm not sure if that's true or not, I was
wayyyyyy to scared to look.

[Max Whittaker]

I remember the story of Bloody Mary. Ha! It was told to me by a very sick-minded girl. She loved those kinds of things.


Fol and gi rock, I wouldn't mind reading both stories; as long as I will be able to sleep. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

[Bootsy Whoosh]

I enjoyed your story kittflynn. You have a real gift with words that I must admit I am somewhat jealous of. I like to write, and consider myself half-decent, but not as good as you. Have you ever written a book or considered it? I would love to write a book someday. It is not my career aspiration, but if I ever had the time I would love to get a book published someday.
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Anyhoo....on to my "ghost" story. Well, this isn't really a ghost story..just some strange things that have happened in my house, that make me a little unnerved sometimes. Sometimes I like to think my house is haunted, just for fun. But some of this stuff is kind of weird.

Ok, well the first thing is really minor, but in my basement (which is furnished) I never liked being down there by myself at night. Whenever I would sit in the gold chair and watch TV, I always felt like there was a presence down there watching me. I always felt this presence to be in the very back of the basement, over by our dartboard and behind the pool table. Well the thing that makes this slightly remarkable is that I have been told by at least 2 other people who have had occasion to spend the night in my basement (we have a couch down there that pulls out into a bed, so sometimes guests sleep down there) that they felt weird down there and they felt like something was watching them. What makes that strange is I never told anyone my feelings about the basement, not even my parents, until they had told me. When I told them how I felt, they confirmed that they too felt like something was over in the corner by the dartboard.

Also, just like in the basement, I always felt a presence in the living room, over in the corner by the window. As a child, I never liked having to walk across the foyer which runs in front of the dining room to go upstairs to bed. (When I was a kid I always felt the upstairs was a sort of sanctuary or a safe place for some reason). So I got into this habit of when it was time for bed, I would bolt running across the foyer until I could race upstairs and be safe, because I didn't want that presence in the living room to "see" me. It got so ingrained in me to do this that when I got older I actually had to consciously train myself to walk in the foyer. The thing that makes this also kind of freaky is that ghost experts claim that dogs can see ghosts. I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know that my dog has been known to stand in the foyer barking into the living room for no apparent reason, facing that ominous corner.

Another thing....I was home alone one night because my sister was in the hospital and my parents were there with her. Whenever I am home alone I leave many lights on throughout the house so it looks like many people are home. So after I took a shower, I turned the light on in my sister's bedroom and went downstairs to watch Lois and Clark. The next time I went upstairs, her light was off. No big deal, I thought. Maybe the bulb burned out. Maybe the plug came loose. I decided to flip the switch to see if the bulb was burnt out or something, and that's when I realized that the switch was physically in the "off" position. Now there are all sorts of theories one could come up with as to why a light might turn off, but I can think of no reason or way how that the switch could be physically moved to the off position.

One last thing, and I think this is what freaked me out the most. One day I was cleaning up the kitchen. While doing so, I had opened one of our cabinets, and on the inside of the cabinet door we have a calendar hanging on a nail. I turned my back on the open door so that I could whipe down the countertop. I heard a weird scraping sound and when I turned around I saw the calendar swinging violently on the nail, swinging like a viking ship at an amusement park, only its arc of movement was even bigger...it almost did a 360 but not quite. Being the analytical person I am, I immediately checked for something that might have caused this. I checked to see if someone had walked by. Nope, I was alone. I checked to see if the window was open, or if the air conditioner had suddenly clicked on somehow causing a big draft. No open window, no air. Even if something had caused a draft, I don't see how a simple draft could have caused the calender to move the way it did or as violently as it did.

Anyway, well there's my little ghost stories of weird stuff that has happened in my house. I got goose bumps writing this post. Thanks for a good scare (or remembrance of one) on Halloween, Max.

[Max Whittaker]

Your welcome Boots. I'd love to check out that house of yours.

I've got one of those real life stories actually.


On Halloween(yesterday) or a little bit before the day started, My Grandmother was home alone. She was watching tv..... Scared yet? http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif Then she felt her hair lift like someone was lifting it but there was nobody there.

[folfan01]

Here's a short one that I saw on Real Scary Stories. A girl was sitting on a grave in a graveyard and when she tried to get up she felt like something was pulling her back but she turned around and there was nothing there but she could still feel it pulling her. I might have misunderstood it but when she was finally able to get up there was a snake and the ghost that had been pulling her back was doing it so she wouldn't run into the snake or something like that.

And of course it really happened cause it was on REAL scary stories.

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§*°~¤~°*$arah Joanne Polniaczek*°~¤~°*§

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If I could have three wishes I would wish...
1. To kill Nick at Nite
2. To kill Nick at Nite
3. To kill Nick at Nite
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The goddeses that I worship:
Jo
Blair
Tootie
Natalie
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See ya! *leaves*

[Kitt]

Originally posted by Bootsy Whoosh:
I enjoyed your story kittflynn. You have a real gift with words that I must admit I am somewhat jealous of. I like to write, and consider myself half-decent, but not as good as you. Have you ever written a book or considered it? I would love to write a book someday. It is not my career aspiration, but if I ever had the time I would love to get a book published someday.
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Thanks Bootsy Whoosh. I thrive on encouragement. I've written short stories and am always considering or working on another. I liked your ghost story. I've become more intersted of late about ghosts and have been meaning to read-up on the subject. Some of the people on the board have read a story I wrote about Dana Plato. If you haven't (under some alias) look to the post titled,"A time with Dana." It's on page two, currently, of the DS board. There is info about it there.

[Acting Girl 19]

Originally posted by angel676:
Once all that happened, especially about
the Ouiga board, I get scared very easily
now. If you think that sounds bad, I've
heard some much worse scary stories, a
few of them involved the Ouiga board,
Bloody Mary and a few more other bad
things. Come to my surprise, all the
stories I've been told, really did happen! I've even tried doing that whole
thing about Bloody Mary, but I refused to
look in the mirror, but my best friend
did and apparently she saw Bloody Mary,
I'm not sure if that's true or not, I was
wayyyyyy to scared to look.

I did the Bloody mary thing. I did see Mary head in the mirror.....

[Acting Girl 19]

Before I tell you this I just read this Monday and I am working completly off my memory so I might forget somethings and this is not asccurat to the paper I read it off of but it is simmular in every way
sooooo here is the Bell Whitch....


Betsy Bell sat up in bed. She had heard a knock on her door, but when she opened it noone was there.There had been strange noises for months now, and so had her family. A few weeks later the noises had grown constant, and at night the covers started sliping off and when she tried to pull them back up it would pull back even harder. This started happining to the whole family. They had to face the fact....their house was haunted. More and more things were happining to them bad things. The ghost seemed to like Betsy's mother, Mary and her brother, but hated her and her father, John. John would heve fanting spells and sometimes it was hard to breath. Betsy couldn't take it anymore so she spent the night at her friends house. The secret was out. The same things started to happen that night. People said that the Bell Whitch,as they started to call it, followed Betsy. It had been three years now and the Bell Whitch continued to haunt them.One day The family came home and found John Bell in one of his fainting spells. They saw a bottle and the Ghost said she gave it to him and he would never wake up and he never did.


This is true it happend in the 1600s and the Bell Whitch still baffles Scientist today. Some say the ghost was their neighbor she had always hated Jhon Bell but some say she was alive when all this happened.....who knows?

[ILuvJo&Blair]

Onece when I was at my aunts house a few years ago during El Nino my aunt , cousin and oldest brother had went grocery shopping. So I stayed home with at that time 1 1/2 year old cousin. It was just me and her. So I was downstairs watching t.v. in the dark. It was raining really hard and my baby cousin was slepping upstairs. It started thundering and lightening really hard. Then I heard my cousin crying and screaming really loud and hard. It wasn't an ordinary cry out froma baby, but more of a "Help Me" cry. I thought she was just scared from the lightening, so I went up to check on her. She was fine so I brought her back doen until she fell asleep. I put her back upstairs. A little while later about 10-20 mintues I heard her screaming even harder. SO i went back up to see what was wrong with her, and when I got up there, she had a really long scratch all the way accross her check. I got so freaked out till I thought I was going to faint. I checlked every where to see what possible could have cut her. I wasn't me, because I didn't have long nails. It wasn't my clothing becaue it isn't sharp. I took her and went down the street to my friends house until my uncle came home. And I will never in my life stay home alone in her house in my life.

[Acting Girl 19]

Ok here is my other one....

There was this girl, and she had a grandmother that lived beside a railrode track. One day the girl asked her grandmother if she could have a sleepover she said yes but what they didn't know was that a phyco killer was running around in there nighborhood. So that night all her friends were laughing and having a good time and the grandmother went to the kithen to get lemonade she was taking a very long time so the girl went in and saw her head cut off she went back and couldn't find her friends she looked up ansaw there heads hanging up on the ceiling. She started running up the stairs and when she got there she saw in the hall mirror 'YOUR NEXT' and the guy came chopped off her head and she died.

the end

[Max Whittaker]

Originally posted by fol and gi rock:


and the guy came chopped off her head and she died.

the end

Oh, how nice...

OK, you all have officially startled me with all your stories. Remind me not to do this again next year.

[Montana Ponine]

Hey i enjoyed all of your ghost stories even if I dont know any myself really... not any good ones. I really love ghost stories and being scared to death, especially if they're true. and to Bootsy and Kittflynn, I think you guys are both very dedicated writers... i love to write too but i dont consider myself good at it...i really love writing fan fiction though its so fun. ok ive gotten off topic here.

[DarleneIllyria]

Here is my story that I just wrote. Hope everybody likes it....Warning: My stories can be very odd and strange. Don’t say I didn’t warn you….

June 1976:

Dear Diary

Today was tragic. I will never forget the image that I saw when I came home from school today. Today was a normal school day. I had a Math test and presented my History project to the class. After 6th period, I was so exhausted I couldn’t wait until I could get in bed and rest. After school I rode home on the bus, and said my goodbyes to my friends. I searched for my key in my book bag and found it in the mess of candy wrappers and pen tops. I opened the door to my house and stepped inside. I threw my book bag on the floor and yelled for my mother. I didn’t see her anywhere downstairs. I ran upstairs and went to her bedroom door. The door was jammed. I pressed all my weight against it and it shoved open. I screamed in horror as I saw my mother hanging from the ceiling, a rope attached to her neck. I closed my eyes, but I could still see her body swaying slightly. I covered my ears and ran down the stairs. I ran out the front door screaming, “My mother killed herself! My mother hung herself!” I can’t remember what happened next diary. I’m staying over at a friend’s house now, but I persuaded someone to run upstairs and get you. I look over at Marissa and see her snoring slightly. I can’t go to sleep, not now- not ever.


JUNE 2001

I drove and drove. I’ve just gotten a new job. I’m supposed to go back to my old hometown. It frightens me, but yet it brings new adventures into my life. I dreaded seeing the old house that my mother had hung herself in. That was back in 1976. I moved into my grandparent’s house in New York in the spring of 1977. My grandmother thought it would be the right thing to do- to get me away from the town that killed my hopes and dreams. Grandma was always a bit on the senile side. I dealt with my sadness my own way, hell I could’ve stayed in the town. It bothered me that I was forced to pack up and ship out the way grandma wanted me to do. I still remember the day I left my town, and here I was returning back. I wondered exactly how much the town had changed as I drove onward.

I just arrived in town. It pretty much figures that everything looks the same. I guess I’ll stay in a hotel, until I can find an apartment to stay in. Wait, I just saw a hotel that looked clean. I stopped the car and drove into the parking lot. I got out and kicked the door shut with my foot. The sky looked dark and almost as if the gods above was angry for the human race for something. It looked like the clouds were about to drop lightning bolts on top of me. I ran quickly to go get a room.

I went and got the key for room 211. I looked at the door as I inserted the key card into the slot. The door opened and I walked in. The room looked pretty much okay. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that the outside of the hotel looked much better than the inside of the hotel rooms. I sighed as I kicked my heels off. I couldn’t help notice the cracks in the ceiling. The sandman quickly approached me, because I soon drifted off to sleep.

I was back in 1976. The night I discovered mother hanging from the ceiling. I remember every moment, every second. I even dreamed of the things that I hadn’t noticed then. The perfume bottle on the dresser was turned over. Liquid was spilled over the counter. A bottle of red nail polish had lost its cap. A lipstick tube was on the floor. My mother swung, and swung by the strong sturdy rope.

I screamed as I woke up. What made me dream that? I hadn’t dreamed about mom about 2 years after her death. I shook my head slowly as I stood up and turned the television set on. I soon turned it off as I sat back down on the bed. I closed my eyes to think. In my thoughts I called myself a scared chicken, a coward. My conscious told me that I should’ve dealt with her death before I even left the town in ’77. My conscious responded telling me that I need to deal with it now. I looked at the clock. Midnight. I sat up in bed. I realized I wouldn’t have peace of mind until I went back to my childhood home and confronted her and the past. I stood up and grabbed my key card and walked out the door.

I got in my car and drove. I finally found the street and began to strain my eyes to see if I could find the house. There it was. I stopped the car in front of it. My conscious told me to get out of the car and go on inside, but my heart told me to get away. I shook my head as I pulled the key out of the car ignition. I opened the door and walked slowly up to the stairs. I had a flashlight in my suitcase, which was still loaded in the trunk. I ran back and opened the trunk and retrieved the flashlight out of the suitcase. I walked back up to the stairs and turned the switch on my flashlight. My flashlight scanned the house slowly.

It looked run down. Half of the side of the house had collapsed. I shrugged my shoulders as I thought to myself that this wouldn’t take long. I walked up the stairs and pushed the door open. My flashlight searched through the main room. I saw glowing eyes not far from me and turned my flashlight toward the eyes. I saw the giant rat looking at me, grinning at me, cursing me with its smile. I shivered as I stepped away from the rat. Cobwebs were everywhere. I wasn’t looking where I was going, and soon found my face covered in a spider web. I stepped back, and rubbed at my face.

I stepped into the kitchen. It was empty. No appliance was in the room. I figured that someone must’ve stolen it. It was quite weird that everything in the living room was untouched, but the whole kitchen was empty. I came upon the staircase that led to the bedrooms, and the bathroom. I reached up for the railing and pulled myself up each step. I finally reached the top of the staircase. I stood in front of my bedroom. I opened the door and had a flood of memories hit me. I stepped inside and looked around. I went up to my closet and opened it. Something was in there. I pulled it out, and saw that it was my mother’s wedding dress.

“I love you Samantha. I want you to keep this wedding dress, and when you get married- you can wear it.”

I had forgotten that I left the dress here. I had been married once, but gotten a divorce a few months afterward. It looked like it would fit me. The dress called my name, and told me to put it on. I looked at my plain clothes, and took my clothes off. I slipped the wedding dress on. It was a dream. I stepped over to the mirror. It looked so beautiful. Beads dangled from the breast area of the dress. I picked up a bead and then let it drop back on the dress. I stepped away from the mirror, and turned slowly. I walked out of my bedroom and went down the hall to my mother’s room. I pushed the door open with my fingertips. The door was easy to open since it was cracked, and the doorknob had fell off. A cold blast of air hit me as I stepped inside. I sighed as I said aloud, “Nothing is here. I think I beat the fear I’ve held so many years.” I turned slowly toward the dresser that my mother sat at to apply makeup. I quickly sat on the stool. I could still smell the perfume that had spilled before. I picked up a blush container. My pale complexion was painted in the mirror. I opened the container and began to apply the brush.

The brush was poised over my cheeks as I heard the rhythmic sounds of something behind me. I looked up into the mirrors reflection. I laughed as I told myself how silly I was being. I had the brush on my cheek when I heard it again. I turned around and saw it, the body hanging from the ceiling. My mother’s black hair flew gently up in the air. I kicked the stool over as I backed away from my mother’s body swinging. I looked up and saw my mother look up and smile devilishly at me. I backed into the window and began to fall. I screamed as I fell. I hit the pavement. I felt my breathing slow down and my eyes began to sink slowly into the back of my head. I lay dying on the hard pavement under me, as I sink into the blackness I heard the slow rhythmic swinging rope with my mother hanging from it. Then I heard the wild laughter of someone in the distance.

[Kitt]

Yikes Jenny! Pretty darn scary! I've been hoping you would come around and tell us a story. Poor Samantha and her mother...
Thanks for a good one...Unhappy ending and all.

[Kay Scarpetta]

omg yall got me scared to go to bed tonight!!! LOL, BTW I have tried Bloody Mary omg I saw something...I don't know what it was but it was a hooded person with a knife, and these glowing yellow eyes...thats the best I can describe it LOL not very informative but...

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°·.*¤*-Karli Cauble-the Lisa Cult-*¤*.·°

aka Karli Chica Bungalow, aka Vanilla Martinez, aka Ivy Hutchins, aka Goddess #2

**In the year 2005, Lauren and I are driving to California to beg and pleed Lisa Whelchel and Nancy McKeon to become our mothers. She will become "Lauren McKeon" and I will become "Karli-wait a minute. I can't become 'Karli Cauble' AGAIN, can I???" Oh well, Just remember us as the "Cauble/McKeon kids!!"**

*Look at me, You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me. Every day it's as if I play a part. Now I see if I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart. Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside? I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart, and what I believe in. But somehow, I will show the world what's inside my heart, and be loved for who I am.

[Montana Ponine]

Wow Jenny, that was great! especially the end really scared me! And you used my name too: Marissa, except I spell it with one S http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/biggrin.gif

[Max Whittaker]

Originally posted by Jenny:
Here is my story that I just wrote. Hope everybody likes it....Warning: My stories can be very odd and strange. Don’t say I didn’t warn you….

June 1976:

Dear Diary

Today was tragic. I will never forget the image that I saw when I came home from school today. Today was a normal school day. I had a Math test and presented my History project to the class. After 6th period, I was so exhausted I couldn’t wait until I could get in bed and rest. After school I rode home on the bus, and said my goodbyes to my friends. I searched for my key in my book bag and found it in the mess of candy wrappers and pen tops. I opened the door to my house and stepped inside. I threw my book bag on the floor and yelled for my mother. I didn’t see her anywhere downstairs. I ran upstairs and went to her bedroom door. The door was jammed. I pressed all my weight against it and it shoved open. I screamed in horror as I saw my mother hanging from the ceiling, a rope attached to her neck. I closed my eyes, but I could still see her body swaying slightly. I covered my ears and ran down the stairs. I ran out the front door screaming, “My mother killed herself! My mother hung herself!” I can’t remember what happened next diary. I’m staying over at a friend’s house now, but I persuaded someone to run upstairs and get you. I look over at Marissa and see her snoring slightly. I can’t go to sleep, not now- not ever.


JUNE 2001

I drove and drove. I’ve just gotten a new job. I’m supposed to go back to my old hometown. It frightens me, but yet it brings new adventures into my life. I dreaded seeing the old house that my mother had hung herself in. That was back in 1976. I moved into my grandparent’s house in New York in the spring of 1977. My grandmother thought it would be the right thing to do- to get me away from the town that killed my hopes and dreams. Grandma was always a bit on the senile side. I dealt with my sadness my own way, hell I could’ve stayed in the town. It bothered me that I was forced to pack up and ship out the way grandma wanted me to do. I still remember the day I left my town, and here I was returning back. I wondered exactly how much the town had changed as I drove onward.

I just arrived in town. It pretty much figures that everything looks the same. I guess I’ll stay in a hotel, until I can find an apartment to stay in. Wait, I just saw a hotel that looked clean. I stopped the car and drove into the parking lot. I got out and kicked the door shut with my foot. The sky looked dark and almost as if the gods above was angry for the human race for something. It looked like the clouds were about to drop lightning bolts on top of me. I ran quickly to go get a room.

I went and got the key for room 211. I looked at the door as I inserted the key card into the slot. The door opened and I walked in. The room looked pretty much okay. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that the outside of the hotel looked much better than the inside of the hotel rooms. I sighed as I kicked my heels off. I couldn’t help notice the cracks in the ceiling. The sandman quickly approached me, because I soon drifted off to sleep.

I was back in 1976. The night I discovered mother hanging from the ceiling. I remember every moment, every second. I even dreamed of the things that I hadn’t noticed then. The perfume bottle on the dresser was turned over. Liquid was spilled over the counter. A bottle of red nail polish had lost its cap. A lipstick tube was on the floor. My mother swung, and swung by the strong sturdy rope.

I screamed as I woke up. What made me dream that? I hadn’t dreamed about mom about 2 years after her death. I shook my head slowly as I stood up and turned the television set on. I soon turned it off as I sat back down on the bed. I closed my eyes to think. In my thoughts I called myself a scared chicken, a coward. My conscious told me that I should’ve dealt with her death before I even left the town in ’77. My conscious responded telling me that I need to deal with it now. I looked at the clock. Midnight. I sat up in bed. I realized I wouldn’t have peace of mind until I went back to my childhood home and confronted her and the past. I stood up and grabbed my key card and walked out the door.

I got in my car and drove. I finally found the street and began to strain my eyes to see if I could find the house. There it was. I stopped the car in front of it. My conscious told me to get out of the car and go on inside, but my heart told me to get away. I shook my head as I pulled the key out of the car ignition. I opened the door and walked slowly up to the stairs. I had a flashlight in my suitcase, which was still loaded in the trunk. I ran back and opened the trunk and retrieved the flashlight out of the suitcase. I walked back up to the stairs and turned the switch on my flashlight. My flashlight scanned the house slowly.

It looked run down. Half of the side of the house had collapsed. I shrugged my shoulders as I thought to myself that this wouldn’t take long. I walked up the stairs and pushed the door open. My flashlight searched through the main room. I saw glowing eyes not far from me and turned my flashlight toward the eyes. I saw the giant rat looking at me, grinning at me, cursing me with its smile. I shivered as I stepped away from the rat. Cobwebs were everywhere. I wasn’t looking where I was going, and soon found my face covered in a spider web. I stepped back, and rubbed at my face.

I stepped into the kitchen. It was empty. No appliance was in the room. I figured that someone must’ve stolen it. It was quite weird that everything in the living room was untouched, but the whole kitchen was empty. I came upon the staircase that led to the bedrooms, and the bathroom. I reached up for the railing and pulled myself up each step. I finally reached the top of the staircase. I stood in front of my bedroom. I opened the door and had a flood of memories hit me. I stepped inside and looked around. I went up to my closet and opened it. Something was in there. I pulled it out, and saw that it was my mother’s wedding dress.

“I love you Samantha. I want you to keep this wedding dress, and when you get married- you can wear it.”

I had forgotten that I left the dress here. I had been married once, but gotten a divorce a few months afterward. It looked like it would fit me. The dress called my name, and told me to put it on. I looked at my plain clothes, and took my clothes off. I slipped the wedding dress on. It was a dream. I stepped over to the mirror. It looked so beautiful. Beads dangled from the breast area of the dress. I picked up a bead and then let it drop back on the dress. I stepped away from the mirror, and turned slowly. I walked out of my bedroom and went down the hall to my mother’s room. I pushed the door open with my fingertips. The door was easy to open since it was cracked, and the doorknob had fell off. A cold blast of air hit me as I stepped inside. I sighed as I said aloud, “Nothing is here. I think I beat the fear I’ve held so many years.” I turned slowly toward the dresser that my mother sat at to apply makeup. I quickly sat on the stool. I could still smell the perfume that had spilled before. I picked up a blush container. My pale complexion was painted in the mirror. I opened the container and began to apply the brush.

The brush was poised over my cheeks as I heard the rhythmic sounds of something behind me. I looked up into the mirrors reflection. I laughed as I told myself how silly I was being. I had the brush on my cheek when I heard it again. I turned around and saw it, the body hanging from the ceiling. My mother’s black hair flew gently up in the air. I kicked the stool over as I backed away from my mother’s body swinging. I looked up and saw my mother look up and smile devilishly at me. I backed into the window and began to fall. I screamed as I fell. I hit the pavement. I felt my breathing slow down and my eyes began to sink slowly into the back of my head. I lay dying on the hard pavement under me, as I sink into the blackness I heard the slow rhythmic swinging rope with my mother hanging from it. Then I heard the wild laughter of someone in the distance.



Whoa! Just read this. Wish I hadn't... I won't sleep a wink tonight. Thanks a lot!

[Plata]

I have quite a few here to tell.

The first one is not an actual experience or encounter with a spirit, but this semester the graphic arts teacher at my school told me and the rest of my group, who were working in the dark room developing pictures, that there were a few ghosts in the drakroom. This freaked out everyone in my group, except me. I'm not afraid of ghosts in the least. In fact, I was excited that there might be a ghost in the school. The teacher told us there were two ghosts, a man who stands in a corner and pulls on a line that holds the photos that are attached onto the line with paperclips for when the photos are drying. And, there's also a little girl who cries "mommy". Supposedly, if we developed a photo that has the girl with the words 'mommy' on it, we were supposed to leave immediately and tell the teacher about it. None of my group or the teacher has ever seen the ghost, but some other students come to the teacher telling of their encounters. All the members of my group didn't want to be left alone in the photo lab. I thought they were scaredy cats. There was also one time that the teacher told us about where the class was developing photos and a hand image appeared on the print. Well, a hand image would appear if a person had stuck their hand out as it was being developed, but no-one had. So, the teacher put up a notice on the wall that if anyone sees images of a hand to leave the room immediately. I believe that ghosts are real, but I don't think they are scary or will hurt anyone.


Another ghost story takes place back in a house in a town I lived in before. My family moved out about two years ago. I'm sure that house had a ghost in it. I felt a prescence once in the livingroom, in the upstairs hallway, near the basement door and in my bedroom. Nothing scary ever happened, but the prescence was scary enough. I even had to sleep with my light on some nights.

Now my mom and I live in an apartment. My parents are seperated and my dad lives in a house downtown. Anyway, I decided one night to play with a ouija board and to see if I could call up any spirits. I didn't have anyone in mind to call up, so I just decided to see what would happen if I moved the pointer (I guess that's what it's called), around the board. Well, a few days later I began feeling prescences in a kitchen chair and a couch and a chair in the living room. That was back in March or April of last year and I eventually told the prescence, assuming there even was a ghost in the first place in the apartment, to leave around the time May or June came along. I don't know if an actual spirit came or not, but I know that I felt something was there. And, even my cat had made strange meows. And, I'm sure many people here know that animals are supposedly sensitive to the supernatural. I firmly do believe that ghosts exist. And, that experimenting with a ouija board only made my beliefs stronger.

[Czas na Zywiec]

Originally posted by Lisa Whelchel Forever
omg yall got me scared to go to bed tonight!!! LOL, BTW I have tried Bloody Mary omg I saw something...I don't know what it was but it was a hooded person with a knife, and these glowing yellow eyes...thats the best I can describe it LOL not very informative but...

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°·.*¤*-Karli Cauble-the Lisa Cult-*¤*.·°

aka Karli Chica Bungalow, aka Vanilla Martinez, aka Ivy Hutchins, aka Goddess #2

**In the year 2005, Lauren and I are driving to California to beg and pleed Lisa Whelchel and Nancy McKeon to become our mothers. She will become "Lauren McKeon" and I will become "Karli-wait a minute. I can't become 'Karli Cauble' AGAIN, can I???" Oh well, Just remember us as the "Cauble/McKeon kids!!"**

*Look at me, You may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me. Every day it's as if I play a part. Now I see if I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart. Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside? I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart, and what I believe in. But somehow, I will show the world what's inside my heart, and be loved for who I am.

You're not the only one! OMG i swear once my freinds dared me to go inside of the closet, close it so it will be dark, and say "CandyMan" three times in front of the mirror. Anyone remember that movie? It scared the living daylights out of me!!! Well, I wasn't ready to die, and I was shaking. I was so scared that I said "That's nothing! I bet that if YOU go in there, you wouldn't make it!" Well, I got out of that one, Thank God. So my friend went in there w/ the mirror and said this is easy! So, we told him to say it loudly so WE can hear it. Well he went the first time, and nothing happenned. He said it a second time and then nothing. Well, right before the third time, he was about to say it, when he just started to scream! He screamed his lungs out and just yelled "HELP HELP HELP" "GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!!!!" Well, we thought he was playing so we kept him in there for a couple minutes. OMG when he started to scream again, we thought he had his fun, so decided to let him out. He was SOOOO pale and white that it was unbelievable. And i was only like 8, so I had no clue what i was doing to him. Then he suddenly changed the subject and said, "See that wasn't so bad! I told you!" Well, after that day, I never made him go into that closet or I never tried it! It was scary. I once dreamed that I said Bloody Mary 3 times in front of the bathroom mirror and there was Mary behind me all covered in blood. OMG it was SOOO real and I woke up screaming! I almost died. That is some freaky stuff. Don't EVER try it. I really advise you people. If ya want to go ahead, but I WILL never try that! Karli, you story really scared me so bad! Thanks for reminding me of my ex And you really wanna test it, try it Karli. Go to your closet w/ a mirror and try to say "CandyMan" 3 times. I bet you'll be too scared too. I sure would be. :eek:

[Warm & Fuzzy]

I remember hearing those "Bloody-Mary" stories when I was younger...

I was always afriad to go to the bathroom at night lol.

[-*Forever*-]

OMG This is the truest ghost story I've ever told. My friends and I were in Highland Forest (it was me, Danielle, and Alex) and suddenly Danielle goes "who has a mirror?" oh yeah and we were also with Mary, Jennie, and Devon (it was a field tri and we were supposed to be finding these marking things on a map). So then Danielle took this tin out of her backpack and that didn't work so we used our glasses and only the 3 of us did it and then when we put our glasses back on we turned around. There was this red thing RIGHT behind us. So we screamed and ran ahead and Mary was coming back from looking ahead so we kinda ran into each other. Now, note: Mary was ahead of us, therefore, didn't know we3 did Bloody Mary. So she goes "Guys that was sooooooooooo freaky. I was breathing all heavy and so I stopped and then I heard someone breathing behind me and I turned around and no one was there" so we were all freaked out and then there was this scream. So we went back to the camp place and these 5 girls had gotten lost and they came back and they were crying and said this guy had lead them somewhere so they were lost. Then we looked at Alex and she had this big huge gray X on her forehead it was soooooooooooooooo scary. So we went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and she was there and then suddenly Alex's X thingie went away and so dd she in the mirror.... GOD IT WAS SCARY!!!!!
I have another true one. I was at Jennie's party and her friend (name changed cos she don't want anyone knowing this) Lindsay is one of those witch peoples so we had a seanynce (i kno i spelled it wrong) and we summoned Cleopatra and suddenly Alex started gagging and then she screamed and Lindsay was like OK STOP THE SEANYNCE and Alex goes someone was choking me... we were all scared and then we did Light as a Feather Stiff as a Board and then we lifted Jennie who's on the heavy side and she was as light as Alex so we al screamed our heads off. The End

[Hollow]

I heard that if u go in the bathroom and tun on hot water and sing the bloody mary song the water will turn into blood

[-*Forever*-]

Originally posted by ~°~RockAngel89~°~
I heard that if u go in the bathroom and tun on hot water and sing the bloody mary song the water will turn into blood

:eek: See, I'm one of those people who hear the Bloody Mary and Candyman stories and I want to try them SOOOOOOO bad but I'm too scared and it bothers me FOREVER... when I'm ready to die, I'll do them all.

This reminds me, I had a dream last night and my friends and I were all sitting there talking and Laney and I decided to go to Friendly's and so when we got there, we got into this white car in the front with these dogs in it and these old men kept walking out of Friendly's, but it looked like a big hotel. Then suddenly we were in Laney's garage [still in the white car] and the car starts driving out and I said 'Laney, are you driving?' cos she was in the front seat [I was in the back] and she said 'No' and we were driving down this street with ALL these kids in the street and this gate that was only open enough for one car to fit through and so I turned to Laney and said 'Do you think we're going to live?' and while she's thinking, the car's swerving so we don't hit these kids and she goes 'Yes' and we were headed through the gate but when she said that, the car turned and went through the shut part of the gate and I could hear her saying 'Yes' echoing through my mind and it started to get all white and foggy and I saw these images and then I woke up and it was foggy and white in my room and I heard these voices and I think I really was dying. I rolled over and everything was fine.