[Momaw Nadon]

I once saw the ghost of a moose. It tried to bite my sister. We threw some cheese at it. Luckily, a black helicopter came and hovered above us and scared the moose away. I'm totally series!

[Salvation]

Chat Forum?

[ex-snook]

An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset. Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest episode was another and stayed put. He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational. In a complete loss of composure he jumped out of bed, gathered up he bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window. A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms violently trying to get the unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet. As the drunk stood there, unsteady on his feet, staring down at the sheets, a hospital security guard, (barely containing his laughter), and who had watched the whole incident, walked up and asked, "What the heck is going on here?" The drunk, still staring down replied: "I think I just beat the sh't out of a ghost."
Happy Halloween

[Mad Dawgg]

"Happy Halloween! Have any FReepers experienced paranormal phenomena?"

I once went to Wal-Mart on the 3rd of the month (Government Check Day) and though I did not "see" any phenomena it sure smelled like a lot of dead people were in there!

[vikingchick]

Watch closely for the scary demon to appear:

[spectre]

I have had encounters with a Vampire, Harry Potter, Aliens and Witches...they rang my door bell earlier. Gave them some treats and they left, I tell you all...just left!

Had to tell someone...unFReepinbelievable!

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[UB355]

Some kid just came to my door dressed as the grim reaper.

[Samwise]

I told my daughter to make her bed--and she did!

Obviously, a pod person has taken her form.

[Russell Scott]

Matthew 8
22 But Jesus said unto him, Follow me; and let the dead bury their dead.

[Joe 6-pack]

While a student at Gettysburg College from 1987-1991, I had two experiences that still raise the hairs on my arm when I recall them...

...While dating a local from a nearby town (which figured largely in the days preceding and following the battle) we were, "snuggling," one night and I was overcome with the feeling that we were not alone in the house (which was built on the foundation of a structure which had been in existence during the war.) As I brought it to her attention, we saw a Confederate officer walk by the doorway to the room we were in, peer briefly into the room, and walk on...

...about a year later, I received an art assignment which involved altering perceptions of mundane objects, basically making an everyday object seem dangerous. While most of my classmates were content to glue broken glass on a doorknob or razor blades on a toilet seat, etc. I opted to try something a little more cerebral. I've always loved calligraphy and had been studying medieval methods of manuscript illumination and decided to illuminate a dinner program for an, "evening in hell," where infamous guest lecturers would advance ideas on spreading evil. While doing miniature painting and calligraphy, I would frequently work with a jeweler's loop or with a desk top magnifying lens. While using vellum, gold leaf, some toxic pigments, inks and gums, I would wear a linen conservator's glove on my right hand to keep skin oils from contaminating the working surface. I'd then run a strip of drafting tape along my little finger and the outside of my right hand. As ink, paint, etc., would accumulate on the tape, I'd blot it on a separate peice of scrap paper to the side of my drafting table, while continuing to focus on the document I was producing. After an hour or two of focusing on the program, dwelling on the "guests," and their speaking topics, I sat back from the project and as I looked around, I noticed that the piece of paper on which I'd been blotting my hand held the image of a demonic face...not a Rorshach, "kind of looks like" image, mind you...but a realistic, detailed devil's face staring right back at me.

FWIW, I've never done illegal drugs in my life, and was stone sober during both incidents.

[BobS]

"Let's see which freeper has the freakiest story to tell on this Halloween night."

Today I had a freaked out engineer, a shrieking materials scientist, a sullen V.P. and a really sexy manager swirling around me all day. None could summon the mojo to get things to work! Boo!

[ET(end tyranny)]

Back in the late 70's, I was working 2nd shift. I got out of work about 11:00pm. Took about 15 minutes to drive home. So, it wasn't real late or anything.

I got home, turned on the tv and went to the kitchen to fix something to eat.

It was winter time, and I was staying at my grandmother's house while she was in Florida for the winter. No one else lived there.

I was home alone, and had just prepared my dinner and was watching tv. Probably Johnny Carson. As I was eating, there were suddenly footsteps walking around in the upstairs.

At first I thought no way. But, they kept walking around. I could tell from where the sounds were coming from that they were heading towards the stairs.

Don't ask me why, but I put my dinner on the sofa, and ran into the bathroom. My first thought was that perhaps there was an intruder in the house. So, while in the bathroom I left the light off, but had the door closed.

I can tell you, that my heart was beating so fast and so hard. I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. I heard them in the kitchen to the left of the bathroom. Then I heard the footsteps coming down the hallway where the bathroom was.

Then I heard the footsteps go down the stairs into the basement. At this point, I really started wondering, because the door leading to the basement had a hook and eye latch.

After waiting a few minutes and not hearing anything else, I slowly opened the bathroom door, and looked at the basement door. It was still latched.

I cautiously went back to the living room and finished eating my dinner and watching tv, even though my mind would wander to what had occured now and then. I slept on the sofa with the light on that night, instead of upstairs where my room was.

I have no idea what went on, but I was scared when the footsteps went past the bathroom.

[sweetliberty]

Here's my scary story from last year...

Absolutely terrifying! Always on the alert for an adventure I thought what better night than Halloween to explore the sinister, convoluted passageways of the DemonRatUnderground!! Oh the unspeakable horror!! I realized I was becoming confused and bewildered and that surely I had been transported to another dimension inhabited by chattering and shrieking aliens. My mind was spinning relentlessly and my stomach became so quesy I thought surely that one of them must be trying to eat its way out from the inside. Just when I feared I would be consumed by the darkness of the abyss I heard the faint echo of a familiar voice in the distance calling, "go toward the light; go toward the light." With the last ounce of strength I could muster I clicked my browser button, and I found myself back in the comfortable surroundings of Free Republic. Whew! That was close!

[PJ-Comix]

Like Shirley MacLaine, I once had an out-of-mind experience.

[jgoode]

I once encountered Paul Begala at a Barnes and Noble here in Austin. It was one of the creepiest things I have ever seen.

[Swordmaker]

Strange... I tried to start a similar thread very early this morning and got absolutely no responses...

I even started the threads with a story my mother swears is true.

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/chat/779121/posts

[cmsgop]

You Wanna know SCARY !!!!!!!

My Morgage Companies Appraiser is BOOKED UP 2 WEEKS !!!!!!!!

[Scott from the Left Coast]

Paranormal phenomena?

Yeah, listening to Mondale and Lautenberg try to string a sentence together is as far beyond nomral as it gets.

[MissAmericanPie]

I'm having one right now. A house full of thirteen year olds that look like death warmed over. My son's girlfriend is mad that two other girls are here that she doesn't like, her mother has threatened me with a future of no grand children if my son's breaks her little girls heart.

The windows are rattling to some strange music, and the floor is jumping, screaming and laughter is going on, plates are breaking. I have turned my back on the entire happening by getting on the computer. Should I hire an exorcist? Should I be (gulp) afraid? =oO

[Maelstrom]

One bright and sunny day in the fall of 1989 a young man was helping his two teenaged brothers fly kites.

The weather was perfect and they had a thousand feet of string for each kite. The entire length of string played out on one kite and it took out over the valley at a dizzying height, never to be seen again.

Fearing the loss of the other kite, the young man recommended that his teenaged brother reel in the remaining kite. The wind had other plans, and took the kite, and severed the string. The wind eventually dropped the kite in a tree thirty feet high, in the middle of the deep woods.

After hours of searching the three brothers located the kite. The teenagers were dismayed, there was no way for them to reach that height at that location. The older brother, however, wrapped his legs around the smooth trunk of the tree and began climbing it. Hoping that his longer arms would allow him to eventually reach the kite.

Near the top, with the kite almost within reach, 25 feet off the ground, the entire crown of the tree snapped, as it snapped, the branches wrapped around the climber forcing him to fall the entire length onto the ground below, flat on his back on a large rock. The crown of the tree landed across his legs.

His younger brothers were in shock as they looked on the still, unbreathing body of their brother. They had no idea what to do, their older brother was dead. They decided, after a short discussion, that one of them would go let their father know what happened while the other stayed to ensure that they would be able to find the same location in the woods.

Then, as one teen turned to go, the still body of their brother stood up. His younger brothers screamed.


Today, he writes political commentary on Free Republic under the pseudonymn...

=Maelstrom=

[HoustonCurmudgeon]

Well I didn’t actually see it myself, but I did witness the aftermath. Back in 72 or 73 I was Sargent of the Guard one night. The Spec 4 who was guarding the helicopter pad said one of the things attacked him, causing him to cut it to pieces with his bayonet.

I never did get the full story because the rest of the detachment plus a couple of MP’s insisted on beating the hell out of him. If I had known you would ask, I would have written him in Levenworth and inquired.