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(Level: 213.0 - Posts: 5673)
Mon, 27th Oct '08 9:23 PM
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE GHOST OR SCARY STORY?
Since it's almost Halloween I was just wondering if you all had a favorite ghost or scary story you'd like to share...Mine happens to be true as it happened to my uncle...
He was walking home late one night after having a date with my aunt before they married. My grandparents lived in what people around here called The Bent. (Folks from the South will know what I'm talking about here.) Anyway, they didn't live too far from the river. On the road he was walking on one side there was a high bank and on the other was some fields used for cattle. My uncle was about half way home when he heard a noise on the bank. He thought it was an animal of some kind as there use to be panthers and cougars all along the river back then. He started walking faster and whatever was following him did the same. he'd slow down and it would slow down. He finally started running when he saw my grandparents house and this thing ran right along with him...he practically fell in the door according to my uncle and my mom...He woke up one of my uncles and my grandpa and went back to look for this thing...of course they took their shotguns with them...and lanterns! They couldn't fins anything on the bank but footprints.not exactly human nor animal..After that, even when they walked to church they carried their guns...A short time after this he was walking my aunt home when it happened again.
This time they heard a scream and my aunt was positive it was a panther. They have been known to either scream like a woman or cry like a baby. My uncle had his gun and fired upon to the bank and they both said that they heard the awfullest scream come from the bank...this thing leaped across the road in front of them and cleared the fence on the opposite side in one leap..it was yellow in color my uncle said and ever after it was called the Yellow pin' Stretcher....Even today late at night you can go out into the bent and still hear it and if you are walking the road it will walk with you...Dogs wouldn't run it and it was said to live in a cave back up in the woods close to the river. No one ever really found out what it actually was but according to my uncle it was bigger than a cougar or a panther...Any one else like to share one? I have about a hundred more that my grandpa use to tell us grandkids when we were little...
(Level: 120.7 - Posts: 2011)
Mon, 27th Oct '08 10:17 PM
Wasn't scary for me, it was a friggin riot.
We were camping as couples (pre-kids days) back in our mid 20's. A guy from the next campsite down came over and had some kids in the 10 to 12 age range. He was mad because he kept telling ghost stories and they were "like bored ya know", so he asked if we could scare them.
There's always one practical joker in every crowd, this time it was my friend Tom. He as soon as the guy left, he proceeded to rip his clothes, took out some catsup and poured it all over him, rubbed some dirt on his face and grabbed the two biggest knives we had (they were huge). He then went into the woods behind their campground and we snuck around the front just in time to see him come screaming and limping out of the woods behind these people. EVERYONE freaked out, even the guy who put him up to it. Chairs were flying, grown men were pushing women and children out of the way and Vic, his wife and myself laughed so hard we peed.
Still laugh just remembering it!
(Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1312)
Tue, 28th Oct '08 5:40 AM
It sounds like George Castanza was at your camp site Chick. I have a few Halloween stories but unfortunately they are about street gang fighting back in the 60's.
(Level: 214.9 - Posts: 1200)
Tue, 28th Oct '08 6:04 AM
Great stories! I was in Gettysburg a couple of weekends ago and while I didn't see anything ghostly, there are some good stories there. We went on one of the nightly ghost walks and in one of the pics I got of our guide, there is a peculiar looking orb (not the dust kind) right next to her head taken when we were at a creekbed where a terrible battle took place.
(Level: 68.7 - Posts: 775)
Tue, 28th Oct '08 8:40 AM
In our first house in Faynam, the ghost of the builder's wife (and long-time resident) was a regular presence. Our neighbor told us that Miss Nettie was about 90 years old when she died, had a tattoo on her arm and dropped dead one morning while making coffee. She didn't care for our lackidaisical attitude toward washing the dishes (no dishwasher) and on a regular basis she'd turn the hot water on in the sink if (and only if) there were dishes in it after supper.
My wife eventually would say, "All right, Miss Nettie! Just as soon as this show is over!"
She'd also sit on the back porch with us at times. She had one chair that occasionally would rock slightly, like someone enjoying a leisurely evening. It was also the only chair our dog wouldn't sit in.
Our daughter, who was 2 at the time, would occasionally say "hello" while playing on the porch. We'd look up to see who was coming to visit, but no one was there. After a few times, we stopped looking. It was just, as Emmy noted, "the old lady" sitting on the porch.
For all I know, Miss Nettie is still there.
(Level: 163.1 - Posts: 2476)
Tue, 28th Oct '08 9:46 AM
I worked on a orthopedic/rehabilitation unit, in the early 80's -- one room we had -- the call bell would go off, only at night when there was no one in the room......
In the ER, once a monitor, suddenly started showing a rhythm, even though it wasnt hooked up and there was no patient in the room....
The first maybe could be blamed on electrical glitch -- but it only happened at night -- and only when room was empty
The second -- this was before we had monitors on radio channels -- no explaination for that one!
(Level: 73.3 - Posts: 61)
Wed, 29th Oct '08 12:10 PM
This happened to me at Harper's Ferry WVa. many years ago. The town has much history including changing hands eight times during the civil war. Above the town is a spot called Jefferson Rock that offers a spectacular view. The trail that takes you there goes past the ruins of St. John's Church which was used as a hospital during the civil war. The walls are still standing showing window openings and two door openings. I decided to take some pictures from the inside. As soon as I went through the opening the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I was facing where the pulpit would have been with about 2/3 of the building behind me. Before I could take my first picture I could suddenly hear people behind me, not other tourists, but wounded people moaning, screaming, begging for water, or in one case crying for their mother. I could also hear sounds of people rushing around. A braver man would have turned around to see what was going on but I kept my back to the noise and sidestepped back outside. My girlfriend who was waiting for me said she didn't hear a thing. On the way back down from Jefferson Rock when we got to the ruins there was a family inside and when they came out I asked them if they'd heard anything but they hadn't. I couldn't get the nerve up to go back inside.
(Level: 163.1 - Posts: 2476)
Wed, 29th Oct '08 2:07 PM
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