Annual Haunted Thread

[CurlyBill]

Here is the annual haunted thread. Post your true ghost stories here... This has been somewhat popular ovedr the last three years given the feedback I've received. We just need to keep bumping the thread and keep it active.

[PacesPaines]

Wisconsin Ghost Story

This happened just outside of Spooner, a little town in the northwoods of Wisconsin, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale... it's real!

This out-of-state traveler was on the side of the road, hitch hiking on a very dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face.

Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped. Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain!

Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and began begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into a nearby lake and he would drown!

But just before the curve, a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was alone again!

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran as fast as he could into town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and, with a quivering voice, ordered two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience.

A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth.

About half an hour, later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the other, "Look Ole, ders dat idiot dat rode in our car when ve vuz pushin it in da rain."

[rdl6989]

And another bump.

[Rte66]

Oh, cool! Thanks - glad I saw this on the Galveston thread.

Before I read, I have a pet peeve to dislodge from my craw.

Why does everyone all of a sudden call this coming Tuesday "Hollow-ween" instead of "Hal (howl) - o - ween"?

[Rte66]

Ooooooohhhh! That wasn't the Simpson place, that was Aaron Spelling's wife's multi-1000-sq-ft gift-wrapping room in the mansion - or *one* of them, anyway.

I want one.

[Rte66]

...don't leave me in suspense! The candy! How was the candy?

[BigCinBigD]

Boopingy

[Rte66]

Wow, your g-g-grandma and g-g-grandpa were there the night "Stars Fell on Alabama!"

*We lived our little drama ...*

Wooo, I had folks there then, too - and they never mentioned it! It must be the great Alabama fireball cover-up. Goodness gracious.

[Rte66]

Oh, that's a goooodd one!

[Choose Ye This Day]

LISTEN TO GHOSTS!

Here are some recordings the Utah Ghost Hunters have made of "ghosts" in allegedly haunted sites. They couldn't hear any of these at the time, but the voices popped up on the audio tape later (think "Sixth Sense").

Enjoy!

http://www.ghostwave.com/kathy2.wav “I’ll be right back” (child)
http://www.ghostwave.com/ffield1.wav “Muchas Gracias”
http://www.ghostwave.com/9699-6.wav “hello” whisper
http://www.ghostwave.com/91998-9.wav “Elizabeth”
http://www.ghostwave.com/25may5.wav “Let me help you”
http://www.ghostwave.com/25may9.wav “Watch what you say”
http://www.ghostwave.com/Mc3.wav “Busted!” (after police car passes cemetery)
http://www.ghostwave.com/Imsad.wav “Oh, I’m sad”
http://www.ghostwave.com/Salem1.wav “Hey, you little b---h”
http://www.ghostwave.com/bedead.wav “I’m supposed, supposed to be dead”

[Rte66]

Well, I finally made it through reading all the ghosty posties on this thread - thanks to all for posting.

I intentionally do not believe in the supernatural anymore, so I'm immune to getting too spooked out, but really love to read the stories. I just don't watch or listen to anything else spooky, as I'm too sensitive to it.

I *have* seen a ghost and have felt a spirit, but will post about those another time. I like "eerie" and "ironic" more than scary, I guess.

Happy Hauntings, y'all!

[zook]

Incidentally, I just read the book, "Stars fell on Alabama." It was really very interesting! It's not about the meteor shower at all, really, just a fascinating socio-historical-anthropological story of life down there.

[Tribune7]

bump

[mom4kittys]

bump for later

[reagan_fanatic]

...don't leave me in suspense! The candy! How was the candy?

Lousy - there was a lot of those insufferable candy corns, bubble gum and what-not. Could have been better :)

[Oberon]

...about the family that moves into an old mortuary.

I used to attend a church whose building had once been a funeral home. The sanctuary was rather small for our church, as it had originally been the funeral home chapel...but you know, that church had the biggest, nicest kitchen you'd ever want to see. =]

[Oberon]

Here's one from Blacksburg, Virginia...At the author's written request on the page I'm not going to re-post it, but I will post a link to it.

This is Joel Furr's retelling of his experiences in the Lyric Theater in Blacksburg, Virginia, home of Virginia Tech. The Lyric is a big old dusty, ramshackle movie house that was rented periodically by the university as extra lecture hall space. I attended a class at the Lyric, but I never saw a movie there. The place is just full of old-timey atmosphere, and it's easy to believe that it's haunted if you believe in such things.

[4yearlurker]

When I was a kid growing up in South Jersey I worked at a chicken farm owned by an old Ukrainian couple. Mr. & Mrs. Kushner. One day I asked Mrs. Kushner if she ever had seen a ghost. She told me this story;

When she was a young girl (in the 1920's) of about 12 years of age in The Ukraine, all the kids would walk to school. There was an old deserted house the all had to pass on the way to and from school. She told me there were always screams coming from this house when they would pass. Night time or daytime. All the kids would wait for one another and gather in a group down the road from the house,when all were together they would run as a group past the house as the screams emitted from the empty place. She said the towns people finally got feed up with this place and went to the church and demanded the priest do something. One Sunday the entire town gathered outside the old house and each with a lit candle followed the priest into the house,they went from room to room and prayed that the spirits would find peace. She told me the house was trembling and the screams scared everyone,but the priest told them not to be afraid. From the basement to the attic,from room to room the entire towns folk followed the priest and prayed. This seemed to quell the tormented spirits because she told me no more screams came from the old house.

I was a wide-eyed kid of about 11 years old when she told me this story. I never forgot it!

[ussc1863]

I'm from Shreveport, La and every October we do a program at the Mansfield State Historic Site. This is where the Battle of Mansfield or Sabine Crossroads occured in 1864. There have been some strange occurrences over the years at the park.

At one program about 6 years ago, there was a sentry post that had a picket post with a large bonfire. One of the guys was back in the woods and moved up to where he could see the bonfire. He saw 2 men with dark uniforms and carrying backpacks. Thinking it was my husband and the other guy with him, he yelled for them to hold up. The two figures looked at him and then walked into some tall grass and disappeared. When he walked up to the museum, he asked why they hadn't waited for him. My husband asked him what he was talking about as they had been there for over 30 minutes. It then dawned on this gentleman, my husband and his friend had not been wearing backpacks and were wearing grey or butternut not dark blue uniforms. He was so shook up he did not talk about for some time.

[Lijahsbubbe]

This happened just outside of Spooner, a little town in the northwoods of Wisconsin

Hey, I know where that is! Funny story.

[SquirrelKing]

Scranton has a past rife with the paranormal. The beet farm that I own
with my cousin Mose is haunted. There are always strange noises around
the old farmhouse at night. But every All Hallow's Eve, by the ancient
Druidic calendar, a ghost manifests itself in physical form. About midnight
there is a ghostly pounding on the front door and when I open it, there is
nothing but a flaming paper sack. I know that the spectre is trying to communicate with me.

One year it threw eggs.