GOT A CHILLING TRUE GHOST STORY OR TWO??

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

You people are giving me a heart attack!! :D

To see some wonderful ´ghostly´ photgraphy by Simon Marsden, go here: [link to www.marsdenarchive.com]

The guy´s a genius.

This isn´t quite a ghost story but it is creepy as hell and, so help me, 100% true. My brother and three nephews aged 5, 11 and 13 at the time, were walking along a trail in Harriman State Park in Orange County, NY. The two older boys were a good twenty paces ahead of my brother who was carrying the youngest on his shoulders, but they never left his sight. The two older boys were engaged in their normal grabassing when all of a sudden they stopped cold facing into the woods. They quickly turned tail and ran back to my brother frightened so badly they couldn´t speak. When they calmed down, they said they saw a nude "man" with jet black skin crouched down in the woods facing an embankment, sitting over something. He turned to face them and his face was appeared featurless and as smooth as his skin at first but then revealed stinging yellow eyes and a mouth full of tiny teeth. he turned back into the woods and leapt up a steep embankment in two bounds with superhuman ability. That´s when they ran. My brother walked back to the same sight by himself two days later and found a dead crow in the spot, perfectly preserved with shiny black eyes. Could not have been dead long. They´ve never gone back.

The floor of her tiny trailer squeeks and groans everytime that she moves her ponderous bulk, and that isn´t too often. The cushion of her computer chair has long since seen better days as it has been pulverized to dust by her giant flacid butt cheeks. A thousand unhappy tricksters dominate GLP from her elaborate networked computer system which uses a thousand anonymous proxy servers to carry out her megalomania and malicious deeds. She posts and bumps over and over and over again in an attempt to quell her schizophrenic "voices" and to feel something, anything at all in her wretched lonely agorophobic life. Her arrogance and self worship show no bounds as she pits her avatars against one another in scathing attacks and posts silly childlike one liners virtually 24/7. She´s always the "man" as she can´t stand being trapped in a decaying 60 year old woman´s body. She´s the hacker, flooder, spammer, dos attacker, newbie, questioner, poll taker, predicter, visionary, Bush hater, debunker, dominator, thread bumper of the site. Her style remains constant so she´s easy to spot. She´s most of the threads on the first page and if you try to stay there she´ll just bump you off. For you see, GLP is hers as she stated so very tactfully all those years ago. "I´m taking over this site and no one can stop me". Well honey, you have. Now how does it really feel sitting there in yer cluttered trailer knowing that life is going on outside and just leaving you further and further behind? God bless you Miss 124 avatars, and Willow too.

I´m relatively new here, 1371, so I don´t know a lot of GLP´s past - who are you talking about in your post?

Second one happened a few years later around the age a 8-10.

My Mom, Sister and I was watching tv one night, my Dad worked second shift so he wasn´t there.
We heard the dogs barking like crazy outside so my Mom got up to look out the window. About the time she got up there was a very knock at the door. It was a young lady who had just moved in a few weeks ago. She was crying to the point she couldn´t talk. I noticed her arms and legs were bleeding from alot of little scracthes and the bags she was carrying was leaking broken eggs and whatever else was in there.The lady calmed down enough to talk and said she had seen something in the woods and it scared her, so she ran over to our house for she was alone at the time. She said she had to run through blackberry vines and fell several times for she couldn´t see very good. Then sha told us what scared her, shw had seen a lady like figure floating above the ground going around the trees as if she was dancing. We went to the porch and we all saw it, it was there just she said, just floating around the trees and just vanished. The lady spent the night with us as for her husband was out of town. We walked her over to her house the next day, ever since that happened the lady always stayed with her Mom when her husband was out of town.

ARGHHH JEZUZ CHRIST!! *cries*
That reminds me of a scene from one of those Evil Dead films, where Bruce Campbell´s dead wife is kinda dancing around a tree - bloody scary!! *cries again*

LOL Steve, those are the baby stories, the most recent ones still give me chill bumps when I think about them.

Gulp...I´m almost afraid to ask you to post them, Bebo :D

I´ve seen two ghosts but those episodes weren´t as frightening as some of the stories posted here.

Halloween

AFROM ALL THESE CREEPY GHOST STORIES ON ALL SPIRITS EVE...........

AWOOOOOOOOOooooooo.........AS SCREAMS OF NIGHTMARE STORIES FILL THIS NIGHT BEFORE HOLLOWEEN COMES THIS NEXT NIGHT................



I GO NOW
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YA, I KNOW THESE AREN’T GHOST STORIES AND THAT THEIR ALL FROM RENSE, BUT I THINK THEY’RE JUST AS CREEPY!

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This happened a couple of years ago while we were on vacation in New Hampshire.
While we were staying at a bed & breakfast we were awoken at around 12:30 in the morning by blood gurgling screams coming from the next floor above us and what sounded like mashing thuds or smacks. What made this even weirder was the fact that we were on the top floor of the building & that this building was recently built on abandoned old lot.

Well anyway back to the story, as we listened we also heard what sounded like babies whimpering. We started seeing what appeared to be a bloody type liquid dripping from the ceiling and down along the wall.
We turned on the lights and it all disappeared.

We asked the owner and he claimed he had know knowledge of anything going on like that and apologized. Needless to say we check out early the next morning, haven’t been back since

Marty

I´m an engineer in NYC and I work out of a 97 year old school building with much of its original detail. Many claim that it´s haunted and I didn´t believe it until recently. I worked a triple shift and used the third dinner break to nap. The room I napped in is an antiquated lounge with blacked out windows (painted) for reasons unknown. While I was deep asleep I awoke with a start as if someone pulled on my foot. i looked down at my feet and I saw a face with a malicious grin peering at me from under my feet. It swept to the side as if it were hiding and dissapated. I stayed perfectly still, heart pounding for a few minutes and then darted for the light switch. I´m now more curious than scared. Perhaps he has something to do with the painted windows.

HAPPY HOLLOWEENEVERYBODY!!

Our house was built in 1870. We bought in 1997. I had a ceiling fan put in the dining room which is located directly below our bedroom.

I can tell when the fan is running. There is a AC hum that comes up thru the floor. When I go to bed at night, I turn off all lights except a small one in the kitchen & all the ceiling fans are off.

One night I was woken up by this hum around 3 am. I know I had turned off the fans. I went downstairs & as I entered the dining room, the fan went off. I checked all the rest of the fans & they were off as well.

We also have one at the top of the stairs, it was spinning down as I headed up the stairs. (I didn´t turn it on.)

I believe I have friendly ghosts that like to play with my ceiling fans. I´ve had to warn people that come over to take care of our animals that they may see the fans go on & off while they are here. I´ve only had one person report to me strange things. She never watched my pets again after that. :)

I as a ghost myself can say "we" are always in all dimensions at any given time!!
I "that is we" are here to Haunt you!!
We must go "bump in the eves" & "make bloody screams" along with the added accoutrements we will shake & rattle & slam as loud as we can!!
We will continue to Haunt you thru all of time & space!!
Never will we rest while our dues are left undone & we will continue to haunt our pray of choice!!
We teach each of you just what too be affaird off on the darkest of nights!!
Spooks, Ghosts, Ghouls, Witches, Warlocks, demons and those alike all join us on this honorable evening!!
We are coming for YOU TOO!!!!!
We will Haunt from the shadows, willing you to join with us in the dance of the dead!!
We share with each this eve!!
WE ARE HERE!!
WE SUMMON PAIN, SUFFERING, AGONY, FREIGHT, RATTLING BONES, WHISPS OF SMOKE, SHADOWS, BATS, CREATURES OF THE NIGHT, VAMPIRES, WEREWOLVES, MONSTERS, DEMONS, CREEPS, WHITCHES, WARLOCKS, GHOULS, ORGES, TROLLS, DEVILS, ITS, BIGFOOTS, ALIENS, and all accorted nasty´s to come join us for this hauntings.

for all the ghosts + SPOOOKS!

I´m guessing THE CALLER´
User ID: 10811 doesn´t have any school or work in the morning,,,,,,,,,,

HEY TRINITY........

User ID: 10811 - Numbers stuck again??????

Voices From The Grave
The World´s New Halloween Reality
By John Kaminski
[email protected]
10-29-5

"Horror alone brings peace of mind."
-- Ernest Becker


We view the cute little ghoulies in costumes who ring our doorbells on Halloween with a benign fondness, and are calmed by an instant nostalgia for our own more innocent days.

We thrill to the creeping sweat on the backs of our necks caused by tense scenes in murder mysteries, and laugh uneasily when the malevolent maniac is thwarted by the intrepid cop in all of us.

But as with religion, we never make the connection between what we pretend to believe and how we act as a result of those beliefs, and so the allure of the vampire continues to stalk us in broad daylight.

Maybe it´s the shadowy threat of winter in the air and an ancient habit of worrying about dark and cold, but something about the last week in October makes us think dark thoughts, which Halloween - or Samhain, in the old Celtic tradition - celebrates.

This season was the beginning of the New Year in many rural areas of Europe. The actual time of transition, from sundown on Samhain to sundown the following day, was a "thin place" in the Celtic world, a place between the worlds where deep insights could pass more easily to those who were open to them.

Christianity would declare that these creatures of "otherness" were evil, but that only reveals how clumsy is the relationship between the West´s monotheism and much older, archetypal realms of the "imaginal." The creative impulse is inherent in life. In humans, only when it is repressed by too many narrow minds full of rigid "do´s and don´ts" does it rebel and re-direct its power into malice and violence. At its worst, monotheism impoverishes the creative juices within us, demonizing them, closing us off from multidimensional realms all around us. Then we wonder why children use guns in schools which have been starved of the imaginal by the forced withdrawal of the arts, theatre, and music.
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In this season of Samhain, we are reminded of other wondrous worlds existing side by side with our own, and we are invited to play, laugh, don disguises, delight in small miracles of human friendship, use common sense, and free our hearts to explore who and what we truly are.

From the UK comes Sig Lonegren´s fine essay on Samhain:

...While all of these Cross Quarter Days are all Fire Festivals, I feel each of the Celtic Cross Quarter Days is also associated with one of the four elements for the purposes of scrying. At Imbolc one looks at a bowl of Water to scry the future. Beltane is the time to look in to the Fire and burning embers to ruminate about the past. Lughnasad/Lammas uses a bowl of Earth to look at the now. The element of Samhain is Air. The veil to the other side is so thin at this time that you can see the spirits in the Air. You don´t need any scrying tools! Use the intuitive skills you already have inside. Be sure to use protection if you plan to scry at this time. You can do this by surrounding yourself with Love. Only Love may enter. All else will be turned away....

...So as this Samhain approaches, what is ending in you? What do you have inside that it is time to let go of? No healing is complete until you get beyond recovery. Use Samhain to take the thirteenth step: Transformation. In the Tarot, the thirteenth card of the Major Arcana is Death, and it is ruled by Scorpio. Samhain occurs in Scorpio. The card of Death doesn´t necessarily mean physical death (though it can mean that), but more productively, it can be seen as an inevitable heavy change or transformation. Something old must be gotten rid of to make room for something new to be able to come in. Use the magic of this time to say good-bye to an old habit or addiction, an old relationship, or anything else it is time to leave behind.

Hmm, how about getting rid of the white Western wraith known as the American/British/Israeli war machine that is currently in the process of enslaving the entire planet?

What is the message of our archetypal Halloween characters? What is it makes us thrill to horror? And most of all, why is this fun holiday all too accurately reflected in the behavior of our governments in their everyday affairs? Do we really hear what these characters - these ghosts - are telling us?

The characters we choose to portray on Halloween - Dracula, the Hunchback, and Dubya (I remember when Reagan was the No. 1 mask on Halloween, for more or less the same conscienceless behavior) - generally contain a message we want to send. Too few of us heed the messages of the characters we choose to emulate or represent.

Isn´t it time for some new Halloween characters? Ones that actually have some meaning in the real world, instead of mythical mirages from the pages of literature. I mean, in this day and age, there are plenty of eligible ghost personages deserving of public representation. And in fact, the reality of the world is much more gruesome than any fantasist could conjure.

Got a Halloween party to go to? Here are some character suggestions. Forget about the stereotypes. We´re talking real horror here. You want ghosts? Try these.

* Hunter S. Thompson. Dress as a disheveled hippie intellectual, paint the bullet holes on your forehead, and talk about snuff films and big name politicians debauching little boys somewhere in Nebraska.

Imagine how many unsettled ghosts there are who were killed in Africa from poisonous drug tests by American pharmaceutical giants. What would THEY look like?

* Rachel Corrie. Smear the fake blood on a white blouse, dye your hair red, and talk about how it´s wrong to bulldoze a person´s house with a family inside simply because you believe they´re an inferior species of animal. Then contemplate what it feels like to have an Israeli bulldozer crush your chest.

Have you, as an American, ever contemplated what it must have been like for a little Iraqi boy to keep asking his mother why it was they were being bombed and all their relatives were dead? There is a sad surfeit of Iraqi ghosts this Halloween, all singing the same song to every American: "Why did you kill us?"

* Don Wiley, the dead microbiologist found on the Mississippi River bridge in Memphis. Dress any way you like (he was a Harvard professor) and tell us about the bird flu, Don, and the thimerosal in the vaccines, the barium in the chemtrails, the fluoride in the water, the MSG in the food supply, nonreproducing biotech seeds, the prions in the deer, the depleted uranium particles in uteruses ....

I personally may dress up this year as a high school student who was bored to death by school.

* Margie Schrodinger, the black Texas housewife who claimed to be gangraped by Dubya and his cohorts, a story that no one would even investigate. Authorities ruled her death a suicide, and of course, that opens up a whole new category of potential Halloween costumes, those who apparently were suicided, from James Hatfield to Vince Foster to Danny Casolaro, all of whom have great stories to tell us from beyond the grave.

I´m told by fiends, I mean friends, that the Iraqi prisoner who was draped in electrical wires and a black cape is the top new Halloween costume for this season.

If you think these are in bad taste, let me respectfully point out that there is no worse taste than a people who accept obvious lies as an excuse to kill people and rob them, who ignore the mass murder of 3,000 of their own countrymen without even a decent investigation, and who are too afraid to even say to their own leaders, "Just tell the truth."

Still stuck for a decent Halloween costume? Don´t worry. We´re making ghosts a lot faster now.

And if all else fails, you can always go as the scariest, most menacing character of all this Halloween, the one surest to invoke pure and unadulterated horror at the evil injustice and wanton cruelty that forged his reputation across many decades of blood, false statements and broken promises. You can go as an American.




John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida whose Internet essays are seen on hundreds of websites around the world. Check out this recent interview [link to kurtnimmo.com] and read more essays at [link to www.johnkaminski.com]

Good thread L.F.

Holloween isn´t the only time for ghost stories.........

ITS EERIE TIMES THESE DAYS..........

D.G.

Here in this neck of town, there is a ghost?? on the abouts here.....
He´s been seen on several acc.
Well anyway, usually ya start feeling a funny tickle on the back of your neck, then theres a sudden urge to itch it, you suddenly feel something while reaching back ta itch.....
Of course ya react to that sudden impact and turn too see.
The lights get suddenly dim, they almost flickering out dark.
All you see is a very faint image of a little boy steering back. He´ll suddenly turn away, then he´s gone, and your over come with sorrow, pain, a sense off extrene loss.

We´ve been seeing him around our res since the 9/11 attack on the Towers, (we live in Central Part West, NYC).
We´ve had several others see him in simular situations.

Whats really weird is how his dirty clothes have scribbled on them with dirt, T1: 6TH fLOOR, SUITE 4, there´s some other writing we can´t make out.

We´ve been praying that he´ll go to the light, and find his peace. So far he hasn´t!!

S

Any new stories?