Posted on 10/21/2005 3:53:47 AM PDT by CurlyBill
Okay, it's Halloween month. Time to post your true Ghost Stories...
John Kerry died last November and now were all being haunted by his ghost.
Barney Frank was in your room.
I like the story. Spooky.
This young couple is out parked on a Lovers Lane. The girl is real nervous and uneasy. It seems that there had been a report about an escaped criminal in the area. He was supposed to be dangerous, a mad killer. They called him "The Hook" because one of his hands was missing and he wore a hook in place of it. He was supposed to have used it on all of his victims. Anyway, the girl was real uneasy for some reason. Supposedly, they were not aware of the escaped killer. She kept saying she had an uneasy feeling but she did not know why. The guy finally got upset at her. He thought she was just making up excuses because she didn't want to park. Finally he lost his temper and stepped on the gas. He really tore out of there fast. He didn't say a word on the way home. When they get to the girl's house, he just got out and went around to open her door. When he got to the door, there was a hook hanging on the handle.......
OK, here goes. Back in the early 70s, my husband and I drove our van down to northern New Mexico to visit some friends. They lived in a very old stone farmhouse, no indoor plumbing or electricity. There were a few old tumbled down out buildings. They told us that in the evening, they had to go upstairs by about 8:00 p.m. because the noise in the downstairs got started, doors and cabinets openning and closing (not actually moving, just the sounds.) footsteps and a cold damp air pockets. My husband did experience the air pockets. So we slept that night in our van out front. About an hour after we dropped off to sleep, we woke up to the sound of hammer on anvil. My husband's father had an anvil and worked metal so he knew that sound. Our dog was shiffering uncontrolably in to bottom of our sleeping bag. The next morning we got up and walked around the property. We explored one of the tumbled down out buildings. In one, there was a room where there had been a hearth. The floor was broken. In the basement below was an anvil, on it's side, inaccessable.
In 1990, I was with my family touring a plantation home on the river road north of New Oleans ( Neo Atlantis). This old home had been converted into a tourist trap and B&B. The former owner, a direct decendent of the pre war of Northern Aggresion family that founded the platation still lived there. She sold it off but had a residence and ran the gift shop. During the tour I saw out of the corner of my eye a man walking from one room to another acroos a hall dressed in what appeared to be 1850's vintage clothes. I commented ont this in the gift shop the this woman and she said, "Oh you have seen the ghost." She went on to tell me of an ancester of hers who killed himself over a woman and haunted the grounds to that day.
this was posted yesterday, but you needed permission to view the video. this link works better, spooky!!
http://www.primepuzzle.com/leesnewest/spooky_car_commercial.html
I just about jumped out of my seat!
Does anyone watch the ghost hunters on the sci-fi channel? I love that show, they visit a lot of historical places and all kinds of spooky stuff happens to them.
It was either William or Henry James who decreed that all of us belong to one of two categories: those who believe in ghosts, and those who do not wish to believe in ghosts. These admissions may actually be of some significance, for what we fear is not so much the being as it is the unknown surrounding it. Of all the ghost stories shrouded in mystery, that of La Llorona is probably the best known. It can be traced back many miles and three centuries to become a part of the Mexican border folklore. There are countless variations on her story, but they all carry the same theme…the weeping woman seeking her children.
Among the old folk tales told up and down the Rio Grande is the story of Maria Gonzales. She was not a great beauty, and she had nothing in the way of a dowry to offer, but she fell madly in love with a dashing young nobleman who walked past her window each day. She was not alone in her love for this man. Everyone on the street watched the young man, and women everywhere wished to marry with him. He was tall and strong, with deep brown eyes and a warm, winning smile which showed beautiful white teeth.
This man was very popular with all the ladies, and it seemed like he would never take a wife. Maria believed in her heart that if she could get him to notice her, let him know in some way how much she loved him, then her state of poverty would not keep them apart. She began to formulate her plans, and on the next day, she began to carry them out. At the expected time of his walk, she strolled casually out on her patio so he might see her when he walked by. She had dressed in her finest clothing and had put flowers in her black hair.
In time, she found a little more courage to stroll out to the gate and eventually to the street. The handsome man did notice her, and when his dark eyes looked into hers, there seemed to be a spark. That one moment was enough to give her hope that one day he would be hers. When he asked her to marry, even though she had no dowry, her heart beat madly with joy.
The marriage began happy, but it soon turned sour for Maria. Although she dearly loved her handsome husband, he did not return her love in the manner she had expected. He continued his flirtations with other women, especially the beautiful young ladies from the rich side of town, and this deeply hurt Maria’s pride. He was kind and attentive, but it was not long before he began staying out a little later each night.
After the birth of two children, Maria’s handsome husband became even more distant. He continued to go out at night, and sometimes, he would not come back until the next morning. Word came to Maria that he was gambling and spending all his money on other women in town. She tried to ignore all this, but it began to tear her up a little at a time. What disturbed her most was that her husband would pay far more attention to the children than to her. It got to the point where he would come home for a visit, and he would bring the children some kind of small gift, but he would completely ignore Maria. He would not even look in her direction.
This kind of treatment began to push Maria further and further into herself. Her eyes became a little wilder, and her mind seemed to be off somewhere else most of the time. Instead of trying to appear young and attractive, she began to look older and more tired. Her once soft features began to harden, and deep lines began to etch her face.
The end came on the day that Maria spied her handsome husband riding with a beautiful young woman in a big, fancy wagon. This woman lived on the other side of town, a part of town where only the very rich were ever seen. Maria suspected that he regretted his marriage. As she watched, her children ran to meet the wagon, and she saw her husband give them a big smile and pieces of candy, but he never once looked in her direction.
Jealous rage boiled up inside Maria. When her husband and his new young woman companion rode out of sight, she took her children down to the river. In a moment of insane anger and jealousy, she threw them from the cliff, drowning both of them. As soon as she did it, she realized what she had done. But only for a moment did she come back to her senses, only long enough for her to go out of her mind.
Maria fell to her knees and began moaning and crying. The townsfolk who heard her terrible weeping and wailing quickly made the sign of the cross. Something evil had happened, and the townsfolk knew it. Maria never went home again, and her husband disowned her. She lived like an animal on the outskirts of town until she was nothing but skin stretched tight over her bones. One dark, stormy night, she finally threw herself into the river at the very spot where she had murdered her children.
It was only a few days afterwards that La Llorona appeared. At the exact spot where Maria had drowned her children, when it was a dark and silent night, a voice carried thinly on the wind. It was cold and wavering, choked with tears, calling out “Mis ninos, mis ninos!” In her madness and with the passage of time, Maria had completely forgotten what her children looked like, so she called out for all children. Whenever she found a child alone in the dark, near the water, she took it.
Most people think this is just a tale told by parents to keep their children from playing too near the water, but this is not true. La Llorona does exist. As late as 1957, a small Mexican boy playing along the Rio Grande with two friends encountered her. It got to be late in the afternoon, and then the sun was suddenly gone and the moon started coming up. The two friends were afraid of La Llorona and talked of how she would be out and about on a night like this. They decided to go home, but their friend just scoffed at their fear.
As heavy clouds covered the stars, and everything was still and quiet, a small hole slowly opened up in the clouds to let a hazy, silver moon shine through. The boy stood dumb struck, as he saw a ghostly white form rise up out of the water. Then, he heard the sound. It was a terrible crying sound. “Mis ninos!” He wanted to run, but his legs would not obey, and he felt a harsh coldness slowly move up his backbone. All the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His mind screamed for him to run, but his legs would not move. He stood rooted to the ground, as a tall woman with a long, thin, pale face that was white as chalk with large, deep empty eyes reached out a withered hand and moaned in a pitiful voice, “Mis ninos!”
The hand took hold of his arm and wrapped long, bony, cold fingers around his wrist. The fingers began to squeeze tighter and tighter. Although his fear was intense, he could not move. It was like a terrible dream where a person just cannot move, and whatever is after you just gets closer and closer. The boy felt the woman tugging him step by step toward the water, and he was powerless to fight back.
“Mis ninos,” she wailed, and her mouth was as dark and cavernous as the night sky. She pulled him toward the water, drawing him closer and closer to her.
At that moment a church bell rang. By the time that first tone had wavered off into the night, the boy felt that the icy grip on his wrist was growing looser. The bell rang again and again, and it was as if her fingers were melting away. By the last peal, he was free.
The boy ran home. When he got home, his mother was very angry, until she saw the whiteness of his face. She demanded to know what had happened, but the boy could no longer speak. He drew pictures to tell what had happened, and there were the terrible red marks on his wrist where the bony fingers had touched him and held him too tightly.
La Llorona still cries for her children. She comes in the dark, on the wind, seeking that which is forever lost to her.
(She is also known as the ditch witch. Growing up in New Mexico, we would often hear stories of her trying to drown children walking the ditches at night)
Very disgusted with a Halloween card in target. On the cover, it had a photo of President Bush saying "Boo." Inside, it said "This is the scariest card I could find." I hope it was just one type in a box shipment of various cards and not a special request on the part of the store.
I hate you! :)
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Ghost stories pup, not hell hound stories!
I dropped of the books at the various points for restacking. One book remained on the cart and I was surprised at the age of the book cover. I opened it and saw that it was a part of our Rare Books collection. Only certain librarians could enter those hallowed grounds. I didn't want to leave it unattended so I took it home.
The book as dated 1685 and the author was Martha Corey. It was written in Latin and my high school Latin allowed me to translate the title, "The All Seeing Eye". Under the title on the title page was an illustration of a pyramid topped by an eye, which seemed to penetrate my very soul.
I was a history major and recognized the grad student who had checked the book out. She was very beautiful Douglass student and I had said hello to her on occasions at the History Department.
Saturday morning I went to the Library and checked out a Latin to English dictionary. I looked up the personal information on the grad student since she had special access to the Rare Books Collection the additional personal material was needed. Her home was listed as Salem Massachusetts, which rang a bell! Her name was Martha Corey and the coincidence shouted at me. A quick search revealed the fact that Martha Corey had been tried at the Salem Witch Trial of 1692 and hung!
I hid the book return transaction and went back to my room to read more. The book contained a series of spells which prepared one for exercising and invoking “The All Seeing Eye”. I worked day and night for five days. I knew that Corey was always in the History Department on Thursday so I camped out near her professor’s door so that I could run into her. We met and said our hellos. I asked her if I could talk to her about “the eye”! She was startled for a moment and then led me into an empty classroom. It was there, in hushed tones, that she spoke of her ancestor. After these furtive admissions she asked me if I would like to attend her coven! I said yes and she said that she would pick me up when I closed on Friday night.
She picked me up and we drove out to the forest which lay to the west of Rutgers. We walked into the forest and came upon her coven standing in a forest clearing. There was a large fire in the center of the group and several smaller fires where cauldrons were emitting green smoke. Our arrival was noted and the coven grew quiet. Martha stood on a tree stump and began to speak. I was introduced and a short speech in Latin was delivered. I was to be joined to the coven and the search for my third eye was to begin. I was drawn to the center of the glen and given a goblet of green liquid. I drank it while Martha sang a lovely song. The coven then came to me and welcomed me to the group. I was startled to meet the Rutgers Dean of Men, the Mayor of New Brunswick, The Chancellor of Douglass College and many teachers and dignitaries from the local communities.
Martha handed me another goblets and we began to drink and sing as we danced around the central fire. My forehead began to itch and I imbibed more of the fire water. Martha kissed me and my hands began to explore her lovely form. Soon we were rolling on the forest floor and we ripped at each others clothes. The debauch began and the howls that filled the night air were those of lust unleashed! Afterwards I looked across the glen and thought that I saw a horse headed creature with horns, a forked tale and a fiery breath......
my house is quite thoroughly haunted. got a little kid who likes to throw his ball at you. at least 6 people have seen the little boy, but most have dismissed it. the time we really took note of him was when we were laying in bed, daughter was downstairs with the baby monitor on. we heard, very clearly thru the monitor, the voice of a little boy, "can i share your pillow?" my daughter was under 2 at the time, and was not talking that clearly. i rushed downstairs to find her curled up on the other side of her crib off her pillow. she now insists on sleeping with at least two pillows in her bed. if we put her down with one, there's always a second there in the morning.
i have also had reports of people seeing dragons.
theres also a version of it that shows hillary. same message.
About fifteen years ago I was working as a Field Engineer for a cellular company who owned dozens of cellular licenses across the country. This was the early days of the original cellular system rollout, circa 1987 or 1988.
It was common for us field guys to travel extensively because this company had a habit of buying licenses that were about to expire. Usually, we'd have 20-30 days to turn a system on to save the license after they'd purchased it. 100 hour work weeks were common in those days
On this particular occasion I'd flown into DC from Dallas after working near San Angelo and Midland for the past week or so. Due to weather, my plane was delayed and I wound up getting to Dulles rather late, after midnight as I recall. I picked up my rental car and headed out to Cumberland, MD, the site of our next system cut.
The interstate between DC and Cumberland, I was later told, runs through part of the Antietam Battlefield. This particular night it had been raining and there was a fog about eye level along the interstate. It wasn't really thick fog, but it was enough to make you slow down on this moonless night. As I passed through the Antietam area there wasn't much traffic on the road. I was trying hard to stay awake and not thinking of much but the bed that awaited me in Cumberland.
As I was driving along, I saw a man walking down the side of the interstate. As I got closer, I noticed he was dressed in what appeared to be rags. I figured he was a homeless guy, but as I got a bit closer I noticed he appeared to be carrying a stick. As I passed him it was clear that he was carrying a rifle and was dressed in Union Civil War garb. Needless to say this really spooked me.
Just as I passed him I looked into the right side rear view mirror and didn't see him. I looked into the center rear view mirror and saw his face and the upper part of his torso plain as day in the back seat of my rental Caddy! When I turned around to look to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, he was gone. Needless to say I didn't have any trouble staying awake for the rest of the drive to Cumberland. I never saw anything like this before or since.
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