If I had more time I’d post a really scary story. But I don’t. Suffice it to say the tale begins decades ago in Kenya, involves some commies, a madrassa, some gay guys doing gay stuff, a very manly woman, a presidential election in 2008, a botoxed crone, a drunken Cheeto and nineteen trillion dollars with nothing to show for it.
Not for the faint of heart!
First horror story: the teenage boy on my doorstep this afternoon screaming “Push and shove! Push and shove!” at the tiny tots holding out their blankets for my treats. My husband is taking over tonight!
well, when we got out of the car, there was a hook with an arm still attached, hooked to the passenger door handle!
The Chicken Heart That Ate NYC.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fE0hHEtkkQA
Lights Out - “Drop Dead Chicken Heart” - Scary Story 7
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxYglyZUV8o
TRUE STORY
Fifty five years ago or so, a teenager from Alberta married an oilfield worker from E. Ontario and moved East to the family farm in Ontario. (BTW, it was the smartest thing he ever did!)
One hot summer day, soon after the marriage, she was alone in the farm house, when there was a knock on the door. An elderly gentleman with a sallow complexion, dressed in a black suit, a black tie, wearing black gloves, a black Homburg and topcoat, and driving a black sedan, asked this young lady if Mary so-and-so was there. She was a little startled as that was her Aunt Mary, who lived in Alberta and had never been to Ontario. When she told the man that there was no Mary there, he apologized and drove off, never to be seen again.
Several hours later, she got a call from family in Alberta, that her Aunt Mary had passed away earlier in the day, around the same time the elderly gentleman visited the farm. Over the next few days, she checked with neighbours and her hubby’s relatives in the area, to see if they knew, or knew of this sallow elderly gentleman, dressed in black. No one recognized or remembered him or his car, and no one like that ever appeared again in the area.
This girl, originally from Alberta, is a cousin, who maintains that the elderly visitor may have been the ‘Angel of Death’, looking for her Aunt. I can figure no explanation. While this story is not particularly ‘scary’, it is certainly inexplicable.
Woohoooo cool....ok
Let me begin by saying this occurred when I was 5 in 1969 in Hayward, Ca. I never saw any horror or heard ghost stories nor have I had any ghost experience. Infact, never knew what a ghost was.
At that time, we lived in a 2 bedroom house with 1 bathroom. I slept in my parents room at that time, with their bed way on the other side of the room and my bed was adjacent to the wall next to the door facing the hallway. My brother had his room.
One night my brother was staying over at a friends house and it had to be midnight. I was awoken by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I figure it was my brother who have come in. However, my brother did not pass the hallway into his bedroom. I said to myself “Didn’t I just heard the door open and close?”. So I tried to go back to sleep, when all of suddenly this female voice shouted out. “Hi Mary (my mother)! how are you? It has been such a long long time I have not spoken to you? How is Carl (my father)?” I thought “Wow she knows my mommy and daddy”. Well I was expecting my mother to answer her back but there was silent. I was curious if my parents were awake or something but no response to her. So out of curiosity I toss the blankets off of my head and propped my head up to see the room. She was still yaking it away but I don’t recall the rest of the conservation. What did I see - NOTHING! No shadow, no person, but her voice sounds like it was coming from out of the wall. I knew that was impossible so I touched and patted the wall and said to myself “that is impossible for a person to be inside the wall”
I then toss the blanket over my head and try to go back to sleep. Then she said “O Mary! you have a daughter? O she is so beautiful Mary. Mary, can I have her?” When she said that I thought how will she get me. For some odd reason I suddenly got this image of me being in a car crash. I was so confused what was happening and why my parents have not responded. Then I suddenly, I saw a vision of me standing in front a gated cementary. I was standing along side of a man in a white robe. The gate then gradually opened and I tugged on his robe. We walked toward a plot that stood out. He told me “You see that is her who is talking”. I told him that cannot be because she is dead and buried. He told me “No that is her spirit. Her spirit cannot never buried but the body”. I told him that she wanted to take me away from my mommy. He told me “No! I WILL NOT let her, you will always be with your mommy.” Then suddenly my mother woke up and shouted “Get the out of here, you lay one hand on my daughter I will come after you!”. This woman said “Ok Mary, I have got to go. Great talking to you and say hi to Carl - Bye”
That morning I was preparing to go to school, I drummed up the courage to ask my mom “who was that lady that was talking last night?”. I guess my mother did not want to scared me said “O it was an Angel”. As I walked to school, I thought Angel don’t talk like that. To me I did not sense evil from her but I did find her to be mentally unstable but not evil. Also what I find it fascinating, is that while she spoke you can hear people walking by and chatting. As if she was in a city.
Ok lets fast forward after 2005, after my father died. Mom already passed away several years earlier. My brother and I were talking after dad died at the table. We got into a conversation about how Dad and Mom are alive and they are with us. For some odd reason, it turned to be talking about the experience above. After telling that story, he gave me this look and he said “Do you know you just gave me goosebumps?”. I said “Why?, Do you know that woman?”. My brother said Yes!. He told me I was not born yet but my family lived in Albany, Ca. They lived downstairs and a woman lived upstairs. As a kid, my brother would ride his bike around the house and street and she would stick her head out the window shouting at him for no reason. I told him that he gave me goosebumps.
So that is my ghost story
I worked on GHOST ADVENTURES on 1 full season years ago.
I unluckily was one of those idiots who had to roll the cable for the cameras in every room for a lockdown’. I believe in this sh*t. One example we were on the ground level in a room with no light on a certain “prison” and while rolling the cable a black mist walked in front of me and hit my baseball cap.
I posted this yesterday.....
When I was 8 years old, my family lived in a run down apartment complex in Jacksonville, Florida. This would have been in 1984. This complex was surrounded by several other equally run down apartment complexes. One evening my whole family was outside throwing a nerf football around with other people that lived there. Is was getting dark, so my step dad told me and my little sister to go inside. We lived on the second floor. My sister and I go to our room, and began playing in there. We both look up toward the bedroom door as a “shadow man†steps in and turns off the light. We both screamed. I jumped up and turned the light back on. We then ran to the front door and down the stairs. My mom was several months pregnant with our brother at the time and was sitting on the stairs. We asked her if anyone came down the stair and she said, “No.†We thought that she was joking, but she wasn’t. The back door was always blocked to keep people from breaking in that way. I do not know for sure what it was that we saw. We both saw it. It came into the room, and without a sound turned off the light. It looked exactly like a person’s shadow, except solid and three dimensional. My sister won’t talk about it anymore, she gets creeped out.
A true story -
My neighbor died Oct 28, 2008. He joked about God being an amoeba when we first met and for years, but finally said if I was right he’d let me know. On Oct 28, 2009 my phone rang in the middle of the night. I looked at caller ID when I woke up and thought I know that number so I answered.
Only static on the line. I hung up and then it rang again, same number, same static. By then I was awake enough to recognize it was his number so I called it back. I reached his answering machine.
In the morning I called another neighbor to tell her and before I could, she said “Al called me last night”. His number but only static. She also called back and got his answering machine.
We checked with the telephone company and his number was disconnected, had been for months. No working number, no answering machine.
The next day I was telling my husband that some people had come to the house but they never came to the door. An older friend who was there told me that I had heard the children that had burned up in the fire. It seems that many years before a family was tragically burned to death and our friend had heard them scream when he was out in the woods coon hunting one night.
He and his friend were terrified and ran back to to town where they learned the story about the kids burning up.
Many years later after that old friend had died, I saw him standing out in the pasture smiling at me. He was clear and solid only he had no legs.
My husband was skeptical until I told him what Eugene was wearing. He had on a green cotton, long sleeved work shirt. My husband said he had one too, his mother had given he and Eugene each one before we had met. So there is no way I would have known about the shirt.p>
In my first year of high school I learned about the haunted Tyng mansion from some kids at school. One Friday night a group of my friends and I drove over to the abandoned house to check it out. There were maybe seven of us in two cars. We found the place and walked across the big front yard climbed up onto the front porch. It had a huge front door maybe eight feet tall and a plaque hanging on the sidewall that read Tyng Mansion 1675. We were surprised to find the door unlocked as one of us pushed the door open and we heard a loud bang echo though the house. One of the group stepped inside and flipped the light switch and the front porch light went on, It was so bright it practically lit up the whole front yard. Frantically he tried to shut it off but it wouldn’t turn off. Another member of the group tried but the light wouldn’t shut off. We panicked and made a mad dash back to the cars. Just as we all hit the street the light suddenly went out.
Half of us wanted to leave, afraid that a neighbor would call the police and the other half wanted to go back. I didn’t go back so I sat in the car with a few others while the rest of the group went back inside. They climbed to the second floor and shined the flashlight out the window it was like a scene right out of a Scoody Doo cartoon. Just then the police car pulled up and we were all busted.
The police made us follow them back to the police station. There they took us one at a time into a room and interrogated us. They told us we were breaking and entering and it was a crime. Even though I didn’t go inside he said I was an accessory to a crime and we were in serious trouble. I told them I just wanted to explore the haunted house that’s all.. What was worse then serious trouble is that they threatened to call our parents. The police called the owners of the house and they said they wouldn’t press charges if we all agreed to meet back at the house in the morning, our punishment was to clean the place out.I remember the cop telling me I was going to get my wish as I would get my chance to explore the haunted house.
We all met at the house Saturday morning at 8 o’clock the police were there along with our supervisor Brother Denis. It was a beautiful old house with a grand stairway in the front hallway, a huge kitchen with cast iron stove and a long 20’ table for dining on. We also discovered secret passageways, stair cases between the outside walls leading from one floor to the next. They say it was an escape route from Indian attacks.
This is a long story so I’m skipping a lot of detail but I was curious as to why that light wouldn’t shut off that night. When I got the chance I made my way to the foyer and started playing with the light switch. It was one of those old push button type from the early 1900’s. The light wouldn’t go on and just then I heard a voice behind me what are you doing? It startled me, I turned around it was brother Denis. I told him I was trying to turn the light on. He looked at me and said “ that light doesn’t work, there hasn’t been electricity in this house in over fifty years”. As he walked away I peaked my head out the front door and to my surprise there were no wires going from the poles to the house. That light did go on that night and it was in the police report that a neighbor called the police because they saw the front porch light go on.
Sadly that beautiful old house burned down in the early 80’s..Years later I did some research on the internet about the house to find out it was abandoned in 1924. The house does have a ghostly history and you can do a search if you’d like, of the Tyng Mansion in Tyngsboro Mass..
"I'm with the government. ........I'm here to help"
I just saw my reflection. Blink.
Someone told me this story a long time ago about an abbey in England that was supposed to be haunted. On the feast day of their patron saint, the monks were said to hold the traditional service in the abbey.
So someone went to the ruins and waited until midnight of the feast day.
The next day he told his friend that he saw them, but strangely, only from the waist up.
They did some research and found that the floor of the abbey had been raised at some point in the past, so what was seen was the monks walking on the original floor of the abbey.
Ping for later