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October: We need Ghost stories. Lots of Ghost stories.
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Creepy story / image thread.
I'm tired of waiting for someone else to do it. I remember having really kick ass ghost story threads in October, and I want to scare myself needlessly.
So, for the sake of the season I'm going start by sharing an old ones I have saved, and a picture. I only have a couple. You guys throw in what ya got. Old, real, fake, cliche, whatever.
Okay, I work at a psych hospital. Some of the buildings are new but there are several from back in the 30's up until the 70's that have been closed down but are still standing there. One of them used to house the criminally insane (basically people that had been found "not criminally responsible" for their actions because they were too ill to be able to make decisions--they usually end up locked up for the rest of their lives, depending on their crime).
Anyway, many strange things have gone on here over the years and the particular story I will share with you happened from the old NCR building. It's this fenced-in structure that looks straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
One night the woman in admissions got a phone call from 5 building (the name of the place). All the phones here say which unit is phoning on the call display and once she saw it she freaked out because the building had been closed since the 70's and there was no power or phone line hooked up to it anymore. She answered the phone but there was no sound on the other end.
A few minutes later, same call comes again from the basement of 5-building. This time she calls security. I know the guy that answered the call and he is tall and black and has an afro and he was all, "hell no, I know what happens to black people in these situations!" But him and two other guards were ordered to go check it out.
It's happened before that janitorial staff/guards/homeless people/escaped mentally ill have found ways into these old buildings and lived there for quite some time without being caught. They always find blankets and cans of food in some of the more hidden rooms in these buildings.
Anyway, they figure there for sure must be someone in the building so they call the police because they are all scared shitless to go in there. They still can't figure out how the phone is working because there is no power to there and the phone line was severed decades ago.
So the police arrive and they look even more scared than the security guards because this is at like 2:00 in the morning.
They went inside and searched the place with flash lights until they got to the basement.
There, sitting in the bottom of an old bathub full of water was the only phone left in the building; still hooked up to the wall for some reason.
I'm tired of waiting for someone else to do it. I remember having really kick ass ghost story threads in October, and I want to scare myself needlessly.
So, for the sake of the season I'm going start by sharing an old ones I have saved, and a picture. I only have a couple. You guys throw in what ya got. Old, real, fake, cliche, whatever.
Okay, I work at a psych hospital. Some of the buildings are new but there are several from back in the 30's up until the 70's that have been closed down but are still standing there. One of them used to house the criminally insane (basically people that had been found "not criminally responsible" for their actions because they were too ill to be able to make decisions--they usually end up locked up for the rest of their lives, depending on their crime).
Anyway, many strange things have gone on here over the years and the particular story I will share with you happened from the old NCR building. It's this fenced-in structure that looks straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
One night the woman in admissions got a phone call from 5 building (the name of the place). All the phones here say which unit is phoning on the call display and once she saw it she freaked out because the building had been closed since the 70's and there was no power or phone line hooked up to it anymore. She answered the phone but there was no sound on the other end.
A few minutes later, same call comes again from the basement of 5-building. This time she calls security. I know the guy that answered the call and he is tall and black and has an afro and he was all, "hell no, I know what happens to black people in these situations!" But him and two other guards were ordered to go check it out.
It's happened before that janitorial staff/guards/homeless people/escaped mentally ill have found ways into these old buildings and lived there for quite some time without being caught. They always find blankets and cans of food in some of the more hidden rooms in these buildings.
Anyway, they figure there for sure must be someone in the building so they call the police because they are all scared shitless to go in there. They still can't figure out how the phone is working because there is no power to there and the phone line was severed decades ago.
So the police arrive and they look even more scared than the security guards because this is at like 2:00 in the morning.
They went inside and searched the place with flash lights until they got to the basement.
There, sitting in the bottom of an old bathub full of water was the only phone left in the building; still hooked up to the wall for some reason.
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so we got pretty freaked out and ran like hell out of there but when we got to the exit the door WASN'T THERE so we turned around and right behind us was HITLER
Or abandonment/urbex stories in general
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The memories only just came back very recently.
I brought it up to my mother and she confirmed that it actually happened.
thread over
So one day Adam does something bad in school. Really bad. When I get him home I send him to his room. He cries for a while, of course, horrible, agonizing cries, probably out of guilt for letting me down more than anything. But he can. not. come out. He knows he messed up big. My girlfriend and I sit in the next room and play Gamecube.
In this room, the TV is positioned right next to the door, affording us a view of the hallway. Since this room was parallel to Adam's room, we couldn't see into it, but we could see into the master bedroom opposite it. After a little while Adam's cries die down, and we assume at this point that he has cried himself to sleep.
Suddenly something dashes across the hallway. I didn't see it exactly, but it was a quick blur of motion. Right as I cock my head and ask, "Adam?" the door to that room closes slightly. It's still ajar, but is now closed enough that I can't fully see into the room. So I'm upset. I think now he's fucking around with me and doesn't realize how much trouble he's in. So I get up, stomp across the hallway and into the room, grab the door and peer around . . .
. . . at nothing.
I glance across at his room and he is staring at me quizzically.
"What?" he asks.
"Nothing," I say. But feeling uneasy, I let him come play with us.
Later that night we put him to bed. My ex-girlfriend was Catholic, so she had a wooden crucifix nailed (haha) to the wall above his bed. To ward off evil spirits or something, I don't know. It's about an inch and a half thick and six inches tall. We tell him good night, read him a story, tell him to do better tomorrow so he can play when he gets home. He promises us he will, and we tell him good night and go to sleep.
His screaming wakes us up around midnight.
As a parent, this is not the kind of screaming you want to hear. This is "Oh fuck, grab a weapon, a motherfucker is going to die if they caused this screaming." He can not even cry he is screaming so hard. We run into the room and find him covered in blood. The crucifix is on the floor.
As we try to process this his night light bursts into flames.
Exactly what I do.
Glorious
sitting on your bed.
I saw something
touching your head.
In the room
where you sleep.
In the room
where you sleep.
Where you......sleep.
You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'. I'm runnin' out of time.)
Oh.......You better run. :whistle:
That actually happened to me.
twice?
Yeah, except the second time there was no skin so he ripped off my muscles.
munkus why are you a super mod?
But you got better, right.
Yeah, jesus fixed me up right quick.
AND THEN ATE MY BRAINS BECAUSE HE IS A ZOMBIE!
Many years ago, the walls of Japanese houses were made of thin rice paper. It was thin enough for you to see the shadow of someone on the other side, but you couldn't make out any details. Anyway, one night, a young businessman was walking through a village on the way home. It was getting dark, so he stopped at a house and asked the man their if he could stay with him for the night. "Of Course," the man replied, "I don't get many visitors."
Later that night, as the man was sleeping, he was woken up by a rhythmic tapping. He opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of a woman dancing (Remember, the walls are made of rice paper). He wet his finger and poked a hole through so he could have a better view. Through it, he saw a beautiful woman dancing. Her long, black hair covered one side of her face. The man wondered why the old man hadn't told him about her. He decided to take one last look through the hole. This time, all he saw was a red glow and nothing else. Thinking nothing of it, the man settled into a deep sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, he asked the old man, "Who was that woman in the room beside me?"
The old man replied, "Woman? There isn't anyone living with me. I used to have a daughter, but we couldn't find a suitor for her, as she was born with a deformity. She died in that room."
"What was the deformity?" The young man asked.
"She was born with one red eye."
and it turned out to be the paperboy or something
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I did hear some footsteps behind me when walking the washington avenue bridge across the mississippi in minneapolis. I hated walking across that bridge at night sometimes. apparently there have been some jumpers there.
that's just a creeper
but then I looked at the trees in my neighbor's yard, which were still as stone
there was no breeze
I was showing Cal how the milking barn set up worked, and where the cows would go in, get milked and then go back out.
It was real scary!
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and I was like "kickass I love dove meat"
and then I ate it
so once #pipe and I decided to get away for the weekend for a romantic retreat, leave all the stress from work and family stuff behind and just spend some quality time together
we found this quaint bed and breakfast located a little ways south of Mt. Rainier, pretty much out in the sticks
just what we wanted, so we went ahead and booked a room for the weekend
as we left Seattle on Friday, we were already feeling more relaxed and were really looking forward to a romantic weekend together
after several hours of driving, including a couple of hours driving on side roads through some lovely forest, we finally reached the little mining town where the b&b is located and we checked in and unloaded our bags
the place was very charming, basically a largish log cabin and the rooms aren't that large but again we wanted simple and rustic and it was just a really nice, cozy atmosphere
we had a surprisingly nice meal of pork loin with some local wild mushrooms and a decent bottle of wine
then, well fed and even more relaxed we retired to our room for the evening
after sharing a bottle of wine, we were not only relaxed but I was also feeling rather romantic so I offered to give #pipe a full body massage with this great ylang ylang massage oil I'd just bought
after #pipe disrobed and got comfortable, I turned down the lights and put on some Enya to set the mood and started massaging his neck and shoulders
not only was pipe relaxing, but I was really enjoying giving him this sensual massage
I worked my way down his back working out any knots I found, patiently but firmly
and after I finished with his back, I asked him to turn over so I could massage his chest and when he rolled over HE WAS SHIBBY
but if it did have a ghost, it would have to be a pretty shitty ghost to haunt a fifteen year old condo
all the other ghosts would laugh at it at ghost get togethers
at ihop
trent
so ghosts, I emplore you. SPEAK UP
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fucking ghosts