Ghost Stories
2Not a ghost story as such, but I have a really good story about a mind-reader that I met in India. Does that count?
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3not personal ones, but you should listen to coast to coast with art bell
1120 am at 10 o'clock pm (pacific)
it's the best show for that kind of stuff
1120 am at 10 o'clock pm (pacific)
it's the best show for that kind of stuff
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4Sverige wrote:not personal ones, but you should listen to coast to coast with art bell
1120 am at 10 o'clock pm (pacific)
it's the best show for that kind of stuff
Oh I use to LOVE Art Bell he kinda stopped seeming as hilarious and awesome after he went off air that first time for a few months (like in 99 or 2000?). I understand it was cause some crazy nanny with Aids kidnapped his daughter in the middle of the Arizona desert or sumpin, but when he came back shit started getting hyper wack. Nanotechnology (with a guest who claims he can turn himself into a football or cat), Lizard people... yow yow.
So ghost stories, 6th grade style, it is!
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5oh I have a good one. it does not involve me but I thought it was a good story.
I work in a shop where we repair and maintain firetrucks and rescue equipment. almost all of my co-workers are firefighters/paramedics/ex-firechiefs/etc.
one guys tells a good one.
he was responding to an EMS call of a man who was having chest pains. when they reach his house they are supposed to knock before they go caving in the door. they knock, wait, then try the door. it is unlocked.
they rush in with all of their gear and head straight into a long hallway. the first doorway on the left is like an old sitting room. seated on a sofa is a man who looks up at the EMS crew and points to his left, gesturing that the crew needs to travel further down the hall.
the crew reaches the end of the hallway and enters a bedroom to find a man face down on the floor, deader than a doornail. they turn the man over and realize its the man they saw in the front room.
my co-worker turns and heads back to the front room to see that no one is there.
I thought it was a good story when i heard it. maybe you will too.
I work in a shop where we repair and maintain firetrucks and rescue equipment. almost all of my co-workers are firefighters/paramedics/ex-firechiefs/etc.
one guys tells a good one.
he was responding to an EMS call of a man who was having chest pains. when they reach his house they are supposed to knock before they go caving in the door. they knock, wait, then try the door. it is unlocked.
they rush in with all of their gear and head straight into a long hallway. the first doorway on the left is like an old sitting room. seated on a sofa is a man who looks up at the EMS crew and points to his left, gesturing that the crew needs to travel further down the hall.
the crew reaches the end of the hallway and enters a bedroom to find a man face down on the floor, deader than a doornail. they turn the man over and realize its the man they saw in the front room.
my co-worker turns and heads back to the front room to see that no one is there.
I thought it was a good story when i heard it. maybe you will too.
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6I knew this south american girl who I thought was really nuts, she insisted she could see ghosts and spirits and all kinds of goofy stuff. I would just play along, cuz otherwise she was pretty cool but I never bought any of it, figured she was just a little off.
Well, my bandmates at the time all lived in the same building and I was dying to get in one of the apartments there so we could all hang out...the only other apartment was this old black dude and his grandson or nephew or something, a little kid. One day the black dude goes nuts in the apartment and kills himself and the kid. Horrible story, I know but it opened up an apartment there.
I move in maybe 6 months later, after they clean it up and the cops are finished with it.
So, I meet this girl in the meantime and she stays over one night and in the morning, she says 'There are 2 spirits in this apartment, you know'
I say 'Oh yeah?'
She says 'Yes, last night I saw 2 spirits here one was a little black boy, he was jumping on the end of the couch and the other was an old black man, I think he died in the hallway because he just stands and stares at a spot on the floor'
Now, there's no way on Earth this girl would have known about what had happened there. It wasn't on the news and I never talked about it. She didn't talk to any of my friends who lived there, or anyone else I knew. There's no way she would have known they were black, or that there was one old man and one little kid. I ask the landlord and sure enough, the old man's body was found in the hallway and the kid on the couch. Fuckin weird shit, man. It never freaked me out too much, cuz I figured I can't see them if they are there and they never seemed to bothered me at all. I did have a chat with the thin air though, just to make my intentions clear 'Look, I don't mess with you, you don't mess with me, deal?'
Well, my bandmates at the time all lived in the same building and I was dying to get in one of the apartments there so we could all hang out...the only other apartment was this old black dude and his grandson or nephew or something, a little kid. One day the black dude goes nuts in the apartment and kills himself and the kid. Horrible story, I know but it opened up an apartment there.
I move in maybe 6 months later, after they clean it up and the cops are finished with it.
So, I meet this girl in the meantime and she stays over one night and in the morning, she says 'There are 2 spirits in this apartment, you know'
I say 'Oh yeah?'
She says 'Yes, last night I saw 2 spirits here one was a little black boy, he was jumping on the end of the couch and the other was an old black man, I think he died in the hallway because he just stands and stares at a spot on the floor'
Now, there's no way on Earth this girl would have known about what had happened there. It wasn't on the news and I never talked about it. She didn't talk to any of my friends who lived there, or anyone else I knew. There's no way she would have known they were black, or that there was one old man and one little kid. I ask the landlord and sure enough, the old man's body was found in the hallway and the kid on the couch. Fuckin weird shit, man. It never freaked me out too much, cuz I figured I can't see them if they are there and they never seemed to bothered me at all. I did have a chat with the thin air though, just to make my intentions clear 'Look, I don't mess with you, you don't mess with me, deal?'
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7whoa the ems story is REALLY creepy (and that story about mars apartment, what the fuck).
i don't have a very good one, but i do have one. supposedly a ghost haunted the area where i worked a couple of years ago (a coffee/wine bar). there were a couple of incidents where i was working alone and did some silent whispering that reared kinda weird results but this one time i was going back to the stockroom, which entailed going down a really long hallway, so i put out my full cigarette in the hall ashtray. i'm back there for about a half hour getting milk and all that bullshit for the next morning, thinking about where i could find another pack of matches to relight my cig, i figured on using the candle lighter back in the store... when i return, i find my cigarette still full, and freshly relit. it sounds explainable, but it felt weird and i ran the hell outta there (after giving a quick shout out just in case).
another one was at the restaurant i worked for/my boyfriend was the chef at. so, the restaurant is set in the 2nd oldest house on a prominant, old money block facing a shore. it is supposedly (and has been documented as) the most haunted house in tampa. the part that is particularly bad was attached to the main restaurant and housed the office/rooms left vacant for catering... supposedly people would hear the piano being played when the house was locked up. the guy who haunts it is old, tall, caucasian, wears a black hat and a black suit. he feels funny about a lot of stuff but overall his main focus is the house, ensuring its welfare, enduring its age, and enjoying piano music. our landlord's son actually saw him in the house, in full form, before hearing about his description... and then described him to our landlady (who is also the catering director at the restaurant). fuckin' freaky! another time the ghost actually saved the restaurant/his house from burning down. our landlady's son had walked in and noticed him pacing back and forth in the downstairs sort of wildly. he told our other friend (former member of the peruvian army) who immediately went to investigate what our ghost was feeling ornery about. turns out a small fire had erupted upstairs.
and pretty much anytime you are upstairs in the office alone, and ask the ghost to do something to validate his presence (like, run he fax machine or something else ridiculous)... it will happen.
i always wave on the dl and feel prickles when i enter that house. very strange.
i don't have a very good one, but i do have one. supposedly a ghost haunted the area where i worked a couple of years ago (a coffee/wine bar). there were a couple of incidents where i was working alone and did some silent whispering that reared kinda weird results but this one time i was going back to the stockroom, which entailed going down a really long hallway, so i put out my full cigarette in the hall ashtray. i'm back there for about a half hour getting milk and all that bullshit for the next morning, thinking about where i could find another pack of matches to relight my cig, i figured on using the candle lighter back in the store... when i return, i find my cigarette still full, and freshly relit. it sounds explainable, but it felt weird and i ran the hell outta there (after giving a quick shout out just in case).
another one was at the restaurant i worked for/my boyfriend was the chef at. so, the restaurant is set in the 2nd oldest house on a prominant, old money block facing a shore. it is supposedly (and has been documented as) the most haunted house in tampa. the part that is particularly bad was attached to the main restaurant and housed the office/rooms left vacant for catering... supposedly people would hear the piano being played when the house was locked up. the guy who haunts it is old, tall, caucasian, wears a black hat and a black suit. he feels funny about a lot of stuff but overall his main focus is the house, ensuring its welfare, enduring its age, and enjoying piano music. our landlord's son actually saw him in the house, in full form, before hearing about his description... and then described him to our landlady (who is also the catering director at the restaurant). fuckin' freaky! another time the ghost actually saved the restaurant/his house from burning down. our landlady's son had walked in and noticed him pacing back and forth in the downstairs sort of wildly. he told our other friend (former member of the peruvian army) who immediately went to investigate what our ghost was feeling ornery about. turns out a small fire had erupted upstairs.
and pretty much anytime you are upstairs in the office alone, and ask the ghost to do something to validate his presence (like, run he fax machine or something else ridiculous)... it will happen.
i always wave on the dl and feel prickles when i enter that house. very strange.
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8I've got a photo album of maybe 20 ghost photos. I'd like to share some stories but my pizza is almost done.
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9I saw a ghost once, but I am also well aware that this ghost could be the function of my overactive imagination.
Still, I saw something that was pretty scary to me!
It was a ghost!
In my apartment!
In Chicago!
Or at least that's what I think that I saw. It seemed real, but who knows? She never showed up again.
My wife was convinced that there was a ghost in her apartment in her Chicago as well. I heard some footsteps and whatnot, and there was some other general oddness, but, wtf, I can't prove it. And I've certainly seen stranger shit that I can readily explain.
If ghosts really exist, then wouldn't Science have proven that by now?
Same thing with snuff films.
Prove it. Prove that they exist.
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Still, I saw something that was pretty scary to me!
It was a ghost!
In my apartment!
In Chicago!
Or at least that's what I think that I saw. It seemed real, but who knows? She never showed up again.
My wife was convinced that there was a ghost in her apartment in her Chicago as well. I heard some footsteps and whatnot, and there was some other general oddness, but, wtf, I can't prove it. And I've certainly seen stranger shit that I can readily explain.
If ghosts really exist, then wouldn't Science have proven that by now?
Same thing with snuff films.
Prove it. Prove that they exist.
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10Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:I saw a ghost once, but I am also well aware that this ghost could be the function of my overactive imagination.
Still, I saw something that was pretty scary to me!
It was a ghost!
In my apartment!
In Chicago!
Or at least that's what I think that I saw. It seemed real, but who knows? She never showed up again.
My wife was convinced that there was a ghost in her apartment in her Chicago as well. I heard some footsteps and whatnot, and there was some other general oddness, but, wtf, I can't prove it. And I've certainly seen stranger shit that I can readily explain.
If ghosts really exist, then wouldn't Science have proven that by now?
Same thing with snuff films.
Prove it. Prove that they exist.
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I can assure you snuff films exist, I used to work at a porn video store and there is a whole network of sick fucks out there trading tapes of the sickest shit you can imagine
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