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Awesome ghost stories you guys! :3 Here's a few real stories of my own ^^:
Story #3
This is all true o.o As far as I know, noone has died in this house. Infact, my family was the second to own this house since it was built in the late 90s'. I used to go out with old owner's son and im sure he would've told me if something happened here :o
The Caney Creek Monster
This isn't as much a ghost story as a local legend, but it is pretty interesting. This was told to me, once again, by my friend Dan.
Less than 10 miles from where I'm sitting is a steep-sided hollow between a couple of hills that is heavily forested and sparcely populated. There's a small creek…about 12 to 15 feet wide that flows down it called "Caney Creek"…probably named after a local family.
Anyway, Dan had a friend at school that told him once of the "Caney Creek Monster". It apparently is very sasquatch-ish….much larger than a man, covered with hair, fowl smelling with eyes that reflected light like a cat's.
Apparently, this boy went to church with an old woman who lived alone in a small, tar-paper shack that sits along the creek. She was seen as a bit of an eccentric..if not downright crazy…and often spoke of nightime visits by the monster. The boy decided to ask her about it himself to see if it were true.
"Hyep, it's true as th' gospel." she told him. "He's a real shy feller, an hit took me over a year o leavin food n' water out fer him before he'd even let me come close! He's got a real keen nose an stands down inn th' creek sniffin before he'll come near. If'n he smells anyone about, he jus stays away in th' trees."
Dan's friend was intregued by the story and asked if he could stay over one evening to see the thing himself. She nodded yes, saying that she would be glad for the company, so he arranged to stay over.
That night, the sky was heavy with clouds, and when darkness fell, the boy couldn't even see the nearby creek, he could only hear it gurgling in the darkness.
The old woman puttered about inside the shack and eventually came out with a simple stew and bread for the "monster".
"He might not come about with you here, but we'll see." She said with her hands on her hips.
The boy waited through much of the night, but other than hearing a few strange sounds, he saw nothing. Eventually, he became to sleepy to stay up and headed home.
Later at church, the boy asked the old woman if the "Caney Creek Monster" ever came around that night, and she said he hadn't. In fact, he hadn't come back since, even though she waited for him late into the night. She seemed very sad.
Eventually, the old woman passed away, and the boy never knew if the monster had ever continued his visits to her old shack.
Of course, the creek is still there, as is the broken down, tarpaper shack.
I wonder, is the monster still there, standing just out of sight in the thick brush by the creek, waiting for the old woman to come with her stew and bread?
There's supposed to be a railroad track in Gurdon, Arkansas that when you tap on the rails with a rock, you can see a glowing light (like a lantern) a little ways down the the tracks. My parents take me to a reunion with their old college buddies every summer that's really close to the tracks. All of the other second-gen kids and I always talk about going, but then we scare ourselves out of it.
Also, my brother-in-law's family owns an old plantation that has a ghost in the attic. It supposedly keeps people awake at night by banging on the pipes and it likes to write things in the ashes of the fireplace. Creepy! For good reason I've never spent the night there. I wouldn't sleep at all.
This isn't a ghost story, but I had some friends in highschool that thought it would be fun to check out this creepy old shack really late one night. When they got around to the back of the shack there was a bunch of people in hooded cloaks standing around a fire. One of them saw them and they got chased back to the car. I would have crapped myself! I wouldn't have believed them, but they're not the lying type and they still seemed pretty shaken up when I saw them again.
Eeeek!
-rob.
Let's see…well these come from my own experiences
In my old house at night you could hear footsteps going up and down the stairs. Slowly creaking, the sound would louden the closer it got to the top. Then a couple mintues later it started again this time going down.
Then in my room at exactly 12 midnight you could hear the sound a glass would make if it were gently hit against another. (could've been the pipes…but still it creeped me out especially after I found out that the owners mother died in the house)
Then there's my grandmothers old apartment. It was pretty late at night after a family gathering, I had decided to sleep over with my aunt who's 3 years older than I am. We sat at the dinning room table after everyone had left and began to talk out of boredom. We were talking for a while when suddenly the chair to the right of me moved back as if someone had been sitting there and had gotten up from the table, possibly bored from our conversation. We stared at it for a while and continued talking. My grandmother tryed to figure out how it happened finally saying that the leg of the chair was wobbly and could've reacted late from someone having sat on it. The fact that the chairs were all on a rug made it hard to believe.
One time in the same house, I was upstairs with my cousins. We sat down to watch a movie and closed the door. A couple minutes into the movie the door knob started rattling. I got up and opened the door but no one was there, so I closed it again. A couple minutes passed and it happened again, this time I went to check the entire house to see if someone was playing a trick on us, but the house was completly empty.
If you walk pass the rooms when its empty on the second floor you can see in the corner of your eye a shadowy figure sitting on the bed. Sometimes when you're on the beds yourself you can see the imprint of someone sitting there beside you.
Yeah, I never wanted to go upstairs alone in that house.
Wow! Those are some great stories!! Even though I slept in the room that my Grandmother died in, I never had any experiences of any sort. Dangit.
I did have a friend who grew up in a haunted house, though. He told me that there was an attic room where you just didn't put anything in. If you did, that night it would get continually tossed against the walls. You'd hear it slamming around, and then go in during the morning and see everything wrecked. The family just learned to avoid the room entirely.
The kids also had a 'game' they played with the ghost(s). If anything went missing, they would go into the dining room and ask for it. In a few hours, it would show up on the dining room table…keys, toys…whatever.
My friend also remembers playing outside and seeing someone watching from one of the windows when he knew no one was inside.
One time, he and his brother were playing with an electric train set and were frustrated with how slow the train went. They kept saying they wished it would go faster, and to their surprise, it did! They were amazed and kept yelling for it to go faster, and soon it was racing around the track. They started to get spooked by the speed, so they stopped yelling, but the train kept speeding up. Scared, the kids yanked the power cord out of the wall, and when that didn't work, they disconnected the control box. The train kept going faster. In a panic, the kids started yelling for it to stop….and it did. It was like the train crashed into a wall with such force that the cars were destroyed…all crumpled up.
That was the only time he said he had ever been scared.
I've had a recent experience with ghosts o.o
One day I woke up at 6:00 in the morning (I distinctively look at my watch when I wake up XD), eyes wide and clear(for some odd reason). I heard whistling, It wasn't only me but my cat aswell. She was staring at the door, the whistling was continuous and kept the same tone over and over perfectly, I thought it was just the Gardener, so I went to sleep again. When I woke up I asked if anyone else heard it, even our gardener never recalled any whistling! So.. yeah I was a little freaked out. X_x;;
One Time I also saw a white man (as in clothes, the aurora, everything was white!) Walk past me, his footsteps were loud and so clear, it even silenced the music I was listening too with my Headset.. o.o
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but I think it's pretty neat anyway.
My father lives on a houseboat in Texas named the Cloud Hidden. It's a medium sized boat, perfect for one person to live on, maybe about the size of a small studio apartment here in New York, and when Dad has visitors, he lets them sleep on the houseboat, and he sleeps on his little sailboat. His houseboat is full of interesting things, neat rocks and gems, swords and sculptures, and little trinkets he's collected. On the front panel of the boat is a resin bust of a lady wearing a crown, with flowing hair in the Art Nouveau style. Well, one of his friends was visiting him for the first time, and she spent the night sleeping in the cabin on the houseboat. She woke up the next morning, and told him she had the strangest dream. She dreamed she was approaching the boat, and saw the figurehead standing on the front deck, not just a bust, now, but a fully clothed, beautiful woman. She said the figurehead gestured to follow, and they swam under the boat. The figurehead gestured repeatedly to a spot on the hull towards the engine compartment in the back section of the boat, and dad's friend was led to understand that there was a leak there.
When she told my father the story, he was concerned, and he asked one of his friends with a boat trailer to help him haul the Cloud Hidden out of the water so they could take a look at the hull, and when they did, they found that there was a slow leak in exactly the spot described by my father's friend.
In my old place in the philippines…
One time I was awakened by sounds of gunfire, explosions, people screaming. It sounded like its coming from afar.
I was like. Shit. Then I went back to sleep.
Then I was awakened again but this time it was a woman singing that sounded so relaxing. The language something I couldnt understand. And shit I was freaked out.
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Also in my old school in Manila… there is a locked girls bathroom. Its been said somebody commited suicide there in the 1960s. And when people walk by that door, there have been reports of knocking, scratching, and moaning sounds coming from the inside of that door. I heard it too.
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I'm somewhat surprised to know that there are so many westerners here believing in ghost. I always thought Asians were the only ones believing or experiencing ghostly events. Heck, Asians not only believe in ghosts, some of them believe in vampires, demons and youkais.
Reading these stories do spook me a bit. May these poor souls rest in peace. 
Oh, I think I can say that there's always been an abiding interest/belief in ghosts and the supernatural. Heck, I think that as many as 1 in 3 people have experienced something they would label as a "supernatural" or "paranormal". It's interesting just to stop and talk to local people about haunted houses or ghosts and you'd be surprised (and perhaps creeped out) by the sheer number of "haunted" locations.
I think that the perception that highly technology-driven urbanized folk don't believe in ghosts is because….well…they're too busy playing Nintendo or text messaging to be paying attention!)
Honestly, in the town I grew up near, there are probably..hmm..25 to 30 houses. Of those houses, I've heard of 3 to be haunted in some way…and that's without me doing any investigating whatsoever! I just happened to be talking to some older friends and family who had heard things.
What if the 'typical' ratio of haunted houses to normal houses was closer to 25 to 30 percent? That would mean that nearly 1 in 4 houses (or appartments, trailers, whatever) had people who experienced some kind of haunting.
I just think that those kinds of odds are too high for 'coincidences'. While I can't say that I'm a firm believer in ghosts (I haven't experienced anything myself), I do know that it's a very, very strange world out there.
Enjoy it!)
My dad is the owner of an old club, the "Iris Club", in Reading/Wyomissing Pennsylvania. We lived there for some time before we moved to King of Prussia. He still owns it and is fixing it up to sell. It seems like almost a mansion, with spacious rooms and hallways, but has many empty and decaying rooms.
Note: I forget the order of these.. This seems like the right order though.
#1–
One night as I was in bed, I was having difficulty sleeping (as I usually did). Suddenly, I noticed my dad looking into my room, checking on me from the hallway. He remained there for a while and I felt happy that he was looking over me like that (I must have been at least as young as ten, but thought this was cute of him). Eventually I fell asleep.
The next morning, curious, I asked him why he was checking on me in the night like that. Surprised, he said that he did nothing like that.
I was definitely awake when I saw the perfect likeness of my dad. hm.
#2–
Another time, earlier in the night, I was waiting for my dad to come home with our dinner. I got antsy in that old house when i was alone, especially when it was dark. Sometimes, my dad took up to an hour to return.
Suddenly, I saw him (from the living room) walking from the main hallway into the kitchen. Our front and back doors open noisily, so I was surprised that I had not heard them. I was always so relieved when he came back home, and I immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty. I assumed that he had gone into the bathroom (rediculously quickly) and checked the bathroom. empty.
The kitchen was an enormous room, but had few fixtures. There were no doors aside from the one I had just entered. I realized that I had not seen my dad..
I spent what seemed like forever curled up on the couch in pants-pissing fear waiting for him to come home! Kind of mean to leave a kid in a house like that..
I'm somewhat surprised to know that there are so many westerners here believing in ghost. I always thought Asians were the only ones believing or experiencing ghostly events. Heck, Asians not only believe in ghosts, some of them believe in vampires, demons and youkais.
Reading these stories do spook me a bit. May these poor souls rest in peace.
I love ghost stories! I honestly believe that I live in a haunted house! there has been so many things that have happened in the house to me, my roommates and friends visiting that I couldn't tell them all here. There have been things that happened to my family members over the years as well. So here are a couple short ones for you.
This was many years ago. It was the middle of fall here in West Virginia when the trees are fully blazing their color on the mountains and darkness starts to come so early. My uncle and my dad had spent the day together fishing and had grabbed dinner before coming home so it was getting to be pretty dark in the mountains when he dropped my dad off at home. He hadn't been driving for more than thirty minutes when he saw an old man walking along the side of the road. Since it was getting to be so late and it would be full dark soon he stopped to ask the man if he would like a ride somewhere. The old man had come closer so he could see that he was probably in his fifties and was plainly dressed. The way it was told he seemed to be the type of mountain man that is nearly extinct now. The kind where you couldn't tell if it was still 1900 or 2000 if you didn't know what year it was. My uncle said that the man never said a word just looked at him for a few seconds and slowly nodded his head yes. The old man turned to walk around the front of the truck. He never made it to the passenger side door. My uncle had seen the old man vanish into the light cast by the headlights.
He said it was the most scared he had been in his life when he was telling the story to my dad and grandmother the next day. My grandmother then told him a story about a mail carrier from around the turn of the century when very few had vehicles. Even if he had one he would not have been able to get it to some of the houses way up an the mountains so he always rode a horse to deliver his mail. One day he was found murdered, his body left at the side of that road and his horse was stolen. I guess he is still waiting for his beloved horse, his murderer, or just someone who will stop and offer him some help.
This one happened even earlier then the one above. My parents were still living in Ohio when my dad's dad died. They had arranged time off from work to come back to West Virginia for the funeral. They had both came off long shifts and loaded the car and started driving. My mom was driving and my dad was taking a nap so that he could take over driving later. Apparently my mother was more tired than she thought. She had fallen asleep while driving and the car had started to drift to the highways guardrails. My dad said that he woke up because he heard his fathers voice shout, “Wake up son or she will kill you both!†and a hand roughly shake his shoulder. Dad woke up in time to grab wheel and wake up my mom.
Well hope you enjoyed reading them I enjoyed reading the others!
Ghost stories? I've a few….
Let's see. One of the most scary experiences I've had was a few years ago. I was in a dead sleep(no pun intended), when this horrible, "My life is in danger" fear wrack me from my core, and I went from asleep to crystal-clear conscious in an instant. As soon as my eyes were open, I saw a shadow moving within shadows, something that I could only see because of a steam rolling over the shape; definition of form by lack of visibility underneath the "steam" rolling over it. The hand was directly over my throat. I said, "Oh shit. Go away." For whatever reason, the "shadow" pulled back, seemed to almost shrug, and walked out my door. Rather, THROUGH my door.
Another time, a little over a year ago, I dreamt I was in an old house that I used to live in. I went up the stairs, and the walls started to change into that of like a Japanese dojo, with the paper-covered sliding doors/walls. I wandered on through, and it became a maze of hallways. Everytime I would get lost, a Japanese woman in a pure white kimono, and loose, disheveled hair would appear and turn down the hallway I needed to go down. I followed this pattern a few more times, before entering a room lit by candles. The woman who had been guiding me was standing in the middle of the room, holding a second white kimono, which she offered to me. I accepted the Kimono, kneeled before her, and bent my head forward, exposing the back of the neck. I clearly felt a blade enter the back of my neck. Then I woke up.
When I woke up, the woman from my dream was standing over me with a solemn look on her face, before she turned and walked out of the room.
And of course, just a few nights ago, I woke up to see a shadowcreature with glowing red eyes scuttling and crawling across my floor. THAT was fun. -_- I got no sleep after that.
I've got several, but I guess I'll use the funniest one.
I was spending the night at my friend Rebecca's house with two other friends of mine, Caitlyn and Hannah. Rebecca is hispanic, and more than a bit superstitious. It was about 3 AM, and we were…incredibly bored. We'd just finished watching the special edition of Frighteners, and didn't want to go to sleep. All of the soda we'd been drinking didn't help. So Becca tells us about this game involving a red book. The game is called, surprise…red book. Any red book will do, and you can only do this with a red book (though we tried it with a black book too, and it worked just fine…so meh.) Anyway, everyone in the group has to place a hand on the book. And then you all have to repeat 'we wish to summon a spirit' as many times as there are people in the group, for instance…since there were 4 of us…we said it 4 times. Becca then took the book and asked a question, looking up and opening the book at a random page to put her finger on a word. I don't remember her question, but this was basically a book entirely in spanish; and we had to use a dictionary for some of the words. It was pretty fun, though half an hour into it…Becca had to put a pillow behind her back (her back was facing the open doorway, and I guess she was feeling nervous.) The questions at first were pretty funny, we kept asking if the ghost wanted to do naughty things to poor little Caitlyn, who got irritated pretty quickly. Then we started to ask things like 'who were you in life'. The answer was knight. Then we asked 'why haven't you passed on' and, I'm not kidding…the answer was revenge.
So we said good-bye to this spirit, and summoned a different one. This time, Caitlyn asked who it was. The answer 'Butcher'. What did it want to do? 'Kill'. Who? Okay, this answer…was probably the creepiest one all night…'You.' Then Becca's pillow fell down and we all screamed, because…that's what you do when you're hyper, and doing something you 'shouldn't be doing' I suppose. Eventually, we decided to call it a night. We played the game again later with different red books, but it seemed the only one we could ever get was the 'Butcher'…and occassionally this wierd group of 3 Vaqueros. Their story was pretty interesting, they got tied to trees and left in the middle of the desert. But then again, it's all a game. Maybe the answers we got were just coincidence?
Just for the record, I am a total skeptic - there are no such things as ghosts.
I'm enjoying this thread - and I'll swap ghost stories at a barbecue, so maybe you don't notice the other skeptics you meet! Ghost stories are a lot of fun.
As child, i was very disappointed to grow up in a lovely old town that didn't seem to have any good ghost stories. There was a house where someone encountered the ghost of his son (who had recently gone missing in Vietnam) - it was a very spooky story - but the son later turned out to be alive and,actually, fine, so as stories go, it was disappointing (though it worked out much better for the family, obviously).
Still, whenever I see a lovely old new england home, Im disappointed if it doesn't have at least one good story. Anyone who is not haunted by the past is just not paying attention.
I don't remember too many details since its been awhile since i've heard the story but, there's a creek or river near my house called Crying Boy. A few years before i moved here a mother lived around this river (before it was called Crying Boy), and she had a son. Apparently, the boy cried, a lot, and the mother eventually lost it. She put her son in the car and drove to the river, and then threw her son in the river. That much is true, but apparently some people have claimed when they drive by the river they here a baby crying. Thus it got renamed Crying Boy.
Another one i heard recently is at Winthrop University, which i think has been named one of the most haunted places in the south. Anyway, there are only 3 building on the campus that are not considered to be haunted, and there is one in particuliar that's super haunted. The building has been closed down now because the floors are rotting. I've had this story verified by a mother of a friend who attended the college and was in the dorm when it happened, but a girl who lived on the fourth floor (the now most haunted floor) commited suicide, and her stuff was never actually moved out of the room, along with a LOT of other furniture. Since then, several students looking for a cheap thrill have asked nightguards to spend the night in the house. One girl broke into the fourth floor one night and the floor gave way beneath her (rotting floors), luckily her friend was able to grab her before she fell to her death. But now the 4th floor is completely closed off because there is a HUGE hole in its floor you can't get past.
Anyway, few students who have spent the night in this building ever sleep. They have disturbed by sounds of both doors and windows slamming shut, and the sounds of moving furniture. One case in particular was when a construction group came in to do repairs each day they came in all the furniture would be in a different place.
I love ghost stories like this, i've already talked to all my friends saying that after we graduate we should go on a road trip and spend the night in some of the most haunted places in the south. I think it'd be awesome.
saw a horse and rider in the snow.. they went a up road to a building that burn down 60 years ago.. people where walking around having a dance or something . for a few momants it was like a window in to the past was open… and then it was gone and it was just snow …. we got out of the car to look for foot prints in the snow and found nothing..
My best friend's gf Alyson and I got heavily into the Ouija board in high school. Some people loved it, some thoughts we were nuts. One such was my best friend Jon (Alyson's bf).
One afternoon after school we were sitting around and the spirit was VERY forceful. We asked for a sign and suddenly hissing came from the stereo. Not loud…but a hiss. We were like WHAT? No one in the room (there were 5 of us) was making a noise, we looked out the window and no one was there.
Alyson and I were like, "OH WE GOT A LIVE ONE HERE!"
We start back with the board. We are asking it questions and it kept saying things like 'kill him' and 'kill Jon'. Jon's like, "Ryan, that's not funny!" And I'm like…"It's not me dude. It's your girlfriend that wants you dead."
Alyson told the spirit to stop. It would for a bit then it would start back. Finally it got kinda…freaky. I mean…if I wasn't pushing it and she wasn't…it was getting very morbid. So my buddy Bill, another chick, and I decided to leave, Jon stays with Alyson. We get out the front door onto the lawn and hear a scream. No…not a scream…A BLOOD-CURLING DEATH YELL!
I looked at Bill, him to me, and we ran full speed back into the house. Through the corridors and into Alyson's room. The lights were OUT. The room was DARK. And Alyson is crying. She's holding Jon going "wake up…wake up".
Suddenly the lights come back on. Jon's eyes flutter and he wakes up. Bill and I are like, "What the hell?" If this was a prank…it went a little far. Alyson's brothers weren't home, no one else was, so it wasn't like someone else was with the lights.
And you can fake things but Jon was WHITE. COMPLETELY WHITE. He asked what happened and Alyson said the lights just went out and Jon just dropped to the floor.
Now we were thinking, "Great. Alyson is TRYING TO KILL JON." But Jon had no bruises or anything, like he was hit over the head. Jon then got pissed at Alyson, grabbed the Ouija board…and like typical teenagers burned it on the sidewalk.
It was, however, the last time I ever touched a Ouija board. To the end of our days together years later we still talked about the incident and how…well…real it really was.
Oh cool. I happen to have a somewhat creepy ghost story.
I used to go to this one school that I lived walking-distance from. I would have my friend over, and since we both went to the same school, we'd walk there together. This is the same friend I mentioned in the "Random Violence" thread of the Discussion and debate topic, by the way. So, one day, we were walking to the school, and we walked past a track field. There was a coat on the bleachers, but there was noone in sight. We didn't pay it much mind. Then, we heard the scream. It wasn't one of those "some toddler getting really pissed" screams. It was quite authentic. And, as I said, noone was anywhere nearby. At this point, our pace quickened. A lot. And, as with any good horror story, we had to go through a path in the dark forest in order to reach the school. Going up the hill, we saw something hung on a tree branch on the other side of the fence. It was a fairly lumpy sack. Then we noticed the brownish-reddish stains on it, and sprinted the rest of the way to the school.
The next day, the sack was gone.
May have jusat been some teenagers playing a prank or three, but I doubt it. It was DAMN SCARY.
I'm gonna post 2 of my experiances up here quickly then get back to reading everyone else's stories. (I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who's seen things.)
1) My Grandfather was very ill and in the hospital, I couldnt stand being in the hospital and seeing him ill so I stayed home one day while my family went to visit. I was home alone, with all the doors locked, sitting on my bed in the corner of our house when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure standing in the doorway to my room. When I looked up, I saw that the cloths hanging on the top of the door were moveing back and forth and the figure was gone. There were alot of cloths hanging on there, and thus were too heavey to be moved by the central air or fan so I assumed someone had broken in. I wound up grabbing my sword from the foot of my bed (where that one remains to this day) and searched the house for the "Intruder". After I got through about the house once, moveing from my room into my Grandparents room I had a cold chill go up my back and felt a presence. I said basically "whoever's in the house, I have a sword, Leave now, or I'm calling the cops", and continued to search the house. All the doors were still locked, there was no signs of intrusion. I was the only one there. Later that day my family called to tell me my Grandfather passed away that day, all I could say was "I know." I think the shadow at my door was him comeing to say good-bye.
2) A couple years later when my Grandmother (wife to my Grandfather of the last story) was in the hospital, I stayed home again while my family went to visit her. I really cant stand hospitals. Basically I was cooking myself some instant soup in the kitchen and was draining off the excess water when a large black wing moved past my face, the feathers were huge o_o. I wound up putting my soup pot down and wandering the house again with my sword looking for the "bird" that had someone found its way through locked doors. After searching for awhile and finding nothing I got a chill again and said "I understand, please leave your scaring me". Within an hour from that event I got a phone call from my family telling me my Grandmother had past away.
Partway through typing this up I remembered another forum's ghost story thread I posted these on a year or so ago. MangaPunk Ghost Stories I think its interesting to look back.
I believe in spirits and things, though I am always wary to try to explain things terrestrially first. Always rule out those things that could make strange things seem to happen before you conclude that it is truely something extrodinary. Maybe that's why I patrol my house with a sword when something strange happens o_o
Now I shall go off and read the rest of the posts on this thread ^_^
-Neila
theres a place called burnside and in burnside is an old mill near the railroad tracks
called the hobble house three stories i know about it
story one a little boy fell to his death while on the stairs as a train shook the
building they say you can still hear his screams as a train passes
story 2 because the mill has stood since the time of slavery a slave fell into one of
the mills and was ground to death a red aura is seen there and if someone stands to
close they will die there have been cases where ground remains have been removed
story 3 a train car full of circus freaks broke off and stopped near the mill known
as the hobble house and they took up shelter in it the police shot them when they
refused to leave they say any cop that enters is found dead the next day
i stayed there alone and i'll never do it again it scared the hell out of me thinking
i die by the slave since i'm not a cop and the little boy only wails
2) A couple years later when my Grandmother (wife to my Grandfather of the last story) was in the hospital, I stayed home again while my family went to visit her. I really cant stand hospitals. Basically I was cooking myself some instant soup in the kitchen and was draining off the excess water when a large black wing moved past my face, the feathers were huge o_o. I wound up putting my soup pot down and wandering the house again with my sword looking for the "bird" that had someone found its way through locked doors. After searching for awhile and finding nothing I got a chill again and said "I understand, please leave your scaring me". Within an hour from that event I got a phone call from my family telling me my Grandmother had past away.
I kinda' gave up belief in ghosts after paying $12 to get into the Whaley House, most haunted house in America, and nothing happened the whole time.
Anyway, closest story to where I live.
Oswego - Cherry Rd. - A long time ago, there was a girl and her boyfriend driving down the road after prom. Towards the end of the road, there is a sharp curve and at night you can't really see it. Supposedly they went off the road and the girl died instantly. The boy crawled out of the road and wrote help in his own blood. He died right after that. On some nights, you are supposed to see it written in the road and you can see the girl walking down the road. - This is rumored to be a hoax. It is said the road crews find it fun to write “Help†in the tar when resurfacing them. Also belived this is a different road than Help Road in Ottawa.
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