October: Ghost stories anyone?

[Doug.38PR]

Hello all,
This being October and Halloween being right around the corner, was wondering if anybody has any ghost stories to tell. Anybody ever seen a "ghost", shot at a ghost?

I've got one.
I just built a house in north Louisiana. The land is all woods, I cleared a small spot for a house and am surrounded by woods. Towards the end of the construction before I moved in, my builder's assistant was working up there alone. He was down in the kitchen (right under the master bedroom) working when he heard somebody walk from the corner of the upstairs master bedroom over by the windows (2nd floor) across the room and out into the upstairs hall.
The worker called out, nobody answered. He went upstairs looked all over on both the second and the third floor. Nobody was in the house.
He told my builder, "Mr. H____, I need to work, but I'm not going back up to that house alone anymore."

A few weeks later, the same assistant and my builder were working again in the kitchen. Once again, BOTH of them swear they heard somebody walk from the corner of the master bedroom above them out into the upstairs hall. They locked all doors downstairs, walked upstairs and looked in every part of the two upstairs floors.....nobody to be found.

Now the builder says it was just the house settling, and it probably was...still.....

A few months later, I moved in with nothing but a sleeping bag, some clothes and my shotgun and .38 Spl. revolver....and of course my dog Joe. At night it's pitch black with woods all around. With no furniture or carpet in the house (it's hardwood or tile floor all over) a pin drop can echo and sound like an explosion all over that house especially when you're sleeping on the floor. Everytime my dog would wiggle in his sleep it would sound like someone was breaking in. However, since that time and for a long time afterward, even after furniture was moved in, I would hear a lound BAM!!! that sounded like a cabinet door slaming shut. Don't hear it anymore...

 

[Gasman1972]

As a young boy I awoke in the night to a lady leaning over me, like she was tucking me in. I was not dreaming, I was awake and she was there. I closed my eyes in fear and when I re-opened them she was gone. Many years later I told about this for the first time, to my Grandma. I described the woman I saw and she believed it was her mother who died just before I was born or right after, can't remember right now.

When I was 10 years old my Grandpa died. After his death I woke up one night and he was sitting on the foot of my bed. Again, I was awake and he was there. Again, I closed my eyes in fear because there was a ghost in my room. Looking back I wish I had said something to him. When I re-opened my eyes he was gone.

 

[Doug.38PR]

WOW....that is eerie.

 

[John Frederick Bell]

I had a roommate who used to swear we had a ghost. It evidently was one of those that stole sweet tea and leftovers out of the fridge.

The problem ended when he left. Guess the ghost went with him.

 

[Wyatt Burp]

My dad wanted his ashes put into the Russian River (Northern Ca.) at the same spot he put my mom. We also put my sister's and a cousin's ashes in the same river some time prior to that. A little farther up at a significant spot for my sister. A bunch of us family members went camping up there exactly a year after my dad died and had this cool little moment putting him in the river. When we took pictures afterward at camp this prominent orb, accompanied by less bright orbs appeared in a picture on my son's digital camera. There was no rain, weird light, and only trees in the background. the orbs only appeared then and when my son spent the night with his girlfreind at my dad's house and took pictures there. I'm not saying it was the old man but can say it made us all feel pretty good.

When sleeping in my dad's house after he died I had to take the dogs out to take a leak around 2:00 in the morning. We were on an inflatable matress facing the dining room then the front door. My pragmatic and ever logical wife, who was awake talking to me then said after I went out the door she looked in the dining room and saw the silouette of a figure in the dining room in profile standing there in a cowboy hat. She kept closing her eyes and then opening them and then eventually it was gone. The discription fit my dad perfectly, of course. She told me and we slept extra good that night.
I don't know if that was really my dad or some reflections or whatever. Maybe. Probably. Maybe not. It would be great if it was him hanging out with us a couple final times.

 

[semperfi71]

My Father was not afraid of much of anything.

Back about 1962ish he was running trotlines on the Nueces River (and the Frio and Atascosa) not far outside of Three Rivers, Texas. Down there they have smaller creeks called "sloughs" that feed into the main river.

He was camped on property owned by a farming family he knew. He had my two older brothers with him. They were aged about 8 and 9 then.

Late at night my Father was up by the fire, my brothers asleep next to him. From about 400 yards away he watched what appeared to be the light of a Coleman lantern come from a thickly-wooded slough into an open field.

It was common then for people to hunt/trap "varmints" at night for food or pelts and common for them to "trespass" on other's property, and approved of.

So my Father thought nothing of it. Until the "light" got to the center of the field and did not move for the next 30 minutes or so.

He got up from the fire and walked in the direction of the light and as he did so it "retreated" back into the wooded slough. So he returned to the fire. When he sat down and looked out there again the light was in the middle of the field.

He thought it was one of the landowners. He woke my brothers and called out to the "light". He got no response.

So he loaded my brothers into his pickup and they drove the road that left their camp, bordered the field, and ran along the slough.

As they approached the light it returned to the slough and disappeared into the woods. As he backed up it would re-enter the field. He did this several times and it reacted the same way.

Finally he had about enough of the "foolishness" and fired his .22 rifle in the direction of the light, but above it in case it was people "screwing around". The light did not move.

Finally my Father returned to his campsite in the pickup with my two brothers. They stayed in the pickup until dawn. At some point in the night the light simply went back into the slough and never returned.

My Father went out there in daylight and found no tracks.

My Father explained it away as a "reflection" of the moon on "airwaves". BUT...he slept that night in his truck with a loaded .22 rifle and his sons.......

 

[oldman45]

I believe in ghost but have never seen one. They have to exist though since so many have had contact with them. Unlike a bigfoot though, I do not want to see a ghost.

 

[Brian41]

I lived in an old two story house for 7 years with odd going ons like finding blood on the walls, front porch steps torn up once and mud on the porch pillars. Also noises in the night I blamed on the house settling.
Once my ex-wife moved out I lived there alone a year until we sold it. One night at 0200 I awoke to sounds of footsteps and chains rattling on the stairs and up and down the hallway. I sat in bed with my Model 19 leveled at the door and finally the noises ended. The house was still all locked up.
This was repeated the next night at 0200 again and frankly I was too scared to open the bedroom door for a look at what was walking around.
The third night I brought my two setters inside for the night in the bedroom with me. At 0200 we all heard noises but the two dogs started following each other in a circle in the bedroom and I couldn't stop them. Finally when it quieted down I took them out to their kennel and saw nothing. This went on every night for a week and I wasn't getting much sleep. I finally told my buddy and he agreed to spend the night in the downstairs bedroom. Nothing happened that night or any afterwards until I moved out.
I don't know what it was but it has been suggested the old lady that died in a fire in the upstairs bedroom across from mine came back as a ghost and didn't like the fact my wife had left me and was trying to make me leave now too. I never much believed in ghosts but this explanation makes as much sense as any.
I've always wanted to stop at the house and ask those that live there if they have had anything happen but they'd likely think me nuts.

 

[gunlovingirl]

I moved here from MI to help a friend in the music business who was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had no family, so I agreed to help out for the summer. He loved to joke and scare me. He asked me to promise to not let him go to a nursing home if he got really bad. I agreed. Ten months later the cancer took his life with me at his bedside. Right after, strange things started to happen. I would see shadows moving in and out of rooms, the kitchen faucet would come on, I'd feel something touching my hair and back, and while taking showers, the hot water would sometimes turn off. It wasn't just that the hot water stopped, the actual knob would turn off. My son came down and stayed with me for a few months. I didn't mention the strange happenings. But soon after, while we were having dinner, the kitchen faucet turned on. A few days later he was walking through the living room and stopped in his tracks. I asked what was wrong and he said he just saw someone going into one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall. He witnessed and heard other things too. I ended up telling him it was my friend, continuing with his jokes and letting me know he was still around. I've had a couple other experiences also, one on Christmas day after my father was killed, which was also witnessed by my mother, and one right after my grandpa died, in which he appeared one night, standing next to my bed, smiling at me. Just for a few short seconds, and then he just faded away.

 

[NMPinNYC]

You all are freaking me out with these stories, but I keep coming back to read the next eerie story when I see this thread topped... thanks a lot!

 

[DeadAye]

When my wife and I married I moved into her house in Memphis. In the space of a few feet 4 people had untimely deaths. We would hear people talking doors opening and closing and sounds of people walking - In the area where everyone had died it would get COLD all of a sudden.
So - One Halloween night I sat in the attic from the time the trick-or-treaters finally quit till 2am --- Nothing.
We finally moved and then rented the house to a friend and his new bride. A few weeks later Ed came to me and said - If I didn't really know better I'd say that house is haunted, Ed was OK with it but his wife was really spooked.
A few months later his wife took her own life in the very part of the house that everyone else had died -- I never told Ed about where the people had died, only that they had.

1. Husband woke up in the middle of the night, thought his wife was in bed next to him and someone was coming thru the bedroom door. He shot *the intruder* and killed her (his wife).
2. Right after the funeral he went home and shot himself - Same location.
3. Larry (my wife's husband, the son of the above, and one of my best friends) overdosed on cocaine in the bathtub - Right on the other side of the wall from where his parents had died several years earlier.
4. My friend's wife shot herself in that bathroom.

Anyone want a nice house in Memphis? I see that it's empty - Again.

 

[DeadAye]

The company that I worked for had manufacturing facilities in Cordova, TN - Kinda *out there* - There was noting but grass & trees behind us.
One of my jobs was programming the machinery - I couldn't run things with other people working so I occasionally stayed very late. The company made someone stay with me. It was usually a different person each night, just for safety - So, someone who wanted some OT but didn't really have to do anything but make and tote coffee.
On one job we were there late. It had been hot all day and cool at night. At the end of the bay there was a truck door - It was open to get some of the cool air.
One night I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. It was a guy in a Confederate officer's uniform standing there in the doorway looking at us and the strange machine that I was running. I was just about to say *Can I help you?* when he just vanished. He never moved, he just wasn't there. When I turned to ask my safety man if he saw him too his eyes looked like 2 dinner plates. He just said that he was going home.

I saw the officer twice after that, but no one else did - that I know of.
The man that I was with that night never volunteered for OT again

 

[Ray]

I guess all these accounts have to do with energy transfer and another dimension that somehow open its doors an allows traffic between them.
Energy never really goes away it merely transforms itself and get stored.
I have a pet theory of mine - when something brutal occurs the energy involved in the process gets trapped inside nearby objects - walls, doors whatever.Later when someone with a kind of greater power of perception gets near , the energy appears as visions and sounds.
I remember reading a tale by Rudyard Kipling about a ghost story in India at some Dak Bungalow - If i recall correctly it´s titled ' My Own Ghost Story '.
It appears he waked in the middle of the night hearing sounds coming from an adjoining room - billiards balls being struck, feet shuffling - you get the picture.he went there and - nothing.
It´s a very well written account of a inexplicable event.
Regards, Ray.

 

[badge107]

I have two expierences and both concerned recently departed loved ones. First was my father who had cancer. My family was called to his bedside at his home. My brother, sisters and I took turns staying by his bedside. Being that I worked midnight shifts I stayed the late shift. Dad passed away about 5am on my watch. Hospice Nurse was called and then funeral home came. My brother and I was in the front yard watching as the funeral home hearse drove away. We were greiving and embraceing each other. At 5am it was a dark cold February night. Suddenly a single dove flew over the top of the house. This dove fluttered over us and then left west. My brother and I were taken back and he said, "Did you see that". I said "Yeah". We both took it as a sign. The message was to calm down, that everything was OK. Doves mate for life and when one is seen alone it generally means its mate is deceased. This is the only time in my life I have seen a dove fly during night. Doves also mean peace and tranquility in our culture. So yes to this day my brother and I believe the Dove was sent. The second incident occurred when my 35 year old sister died of cancer. She was in the hospital 30 miles away. I was still working midnights and was spending allot of time at her bedside along with working. I spent from around 2pm to 10 pm by her bedside and then went to work. By 7am the next morning I was exhausted. I called the hospital room at 8am and talked with my brother in law. He reported that Brigitte was the same. I went to sleep. At around 1pm I suddenly awoke with the feeling that someone was touching the right side of my face. It was very light and soft and kind of felt like a feather was brushing against me. I looked at the clock and immediately called my sisters hospital room. My brother in law answered and he was crying. He told me that Brigitte had just passed away no less than a couple of minutes prior to my call. I strongly feel that Brigitte visited me for a few seconds on her out. Am I reading more into these incidents than it is? Has anyone else had similar expierences with death of loved ones?

 

[mike from st pete]

Alcyon Speedway

In the town I grew up was this old dirt track. Mostly used for Stock Car Racing. It started out as a bicycle racing track at the turn of the last century. When auto racing started the owner, promoter made the track longer by turning the backstretch into a sweeping turn.
We could hear the racers Summer evenings as my brother and I fell asleep. In the mid sixties the track shut down and we would be able to get to sleep without the sounds of the racing coming in thru our open bedroom windows.
One night in late June a lone motor woke me up. No racing had been done there for a year. Suddenly the motor revved and stopped. Oh well I went back to sleep. The next June my brother and I were awaken by the sound of a motor revving and sudden silence. That next evening when our Dad got home we asked him at dinner about the motor revving. My Mom and Dad looked at each other and Dad told us about the crash many years before. It seems that when the promoter extended the track he made no efforts to contain the racers from leaving the track and going over a very steep embankment. A driver spun out and left the track in a fatal crash. My parents had heard this too and looking back said that the first race of the season was the same night in June as the one we were awakened by the motor noise. This went on for a few more years and while awaiting that night in June for the motor sounds that never returned we went to sleep. Others in our neighborhood also heard the motor in June, but none of us had the nerve to go to the old track to see what went on those June nights.

 

[Brian41]

In 1971 I was 18 and had a four door Ford Falcon. My girlfriend and I were out parking in it on night in the boondocks on a hilltop. We were sitting there talking when suddenly someone big with a hairy chest and wearing a vest appeared at the driver's door. Having just a knife for protection I pulled it and held it to the closed window but the individual wasn't impressed and attempted to open the door. It was locked and yet he shook the car while I drove off down the hill with him holding on and dragging along side until he let go of it. The door handle was loose because of it.
After talking with friends later we learned many others were attacked or chased by something or someone in those same hills.
About a year later it came out that around the same time a biker gang gang raped and killed a young girl in the woods there. Possibly someone from that gang was trying to scare us off or do us harm or it was something else altogether.
I don't know what he was but it scared the **** out of both of us that night. A couple other people went missing in that general area in the years following so who knows what or who.

 

[Karnivore]

I was with my wife, daughter and lots of extended family at a wedding in New Orleans this past summer. Our wedding party had the entire 4th floor of this old, but elegant hotel in the older part of town. We had been told by the staff that the 8th floor was haunted, they even had a fancy letter telling about it.

Long story short, my wife, daughter, cousin and her two daughters were in the up elevator heading to the 9th floor, where you take the stairs up to the rooftop pool. I had pushed the 9th floor button, but we stopped on the 8th floor even though I had not pushed that button. When the door opened, there was a old man standing six feet away from the elevator door. I asked him if he was going up and he stared at me for a few seconds and shook his head no.

My 12 year old and her 11 year old cousin, who were standing right next to me, ask who I was talking to. I was thinking, how could you all not see this guy and they thought I was tricking them, but the trick was on me. There was no libation involved in this story, but I know what I saw and that I spoke to someone or something.

I told the doorman later that evening and he showed no surprise, just chuckled a little. Even though it was a very nice, hotel, I was happy to check out the next day.

 

[Kelly Green]

I have never seen a ghost but this is the closest I've come to a paranormal experience. What follows persuaded me that man and animal are closely connected in someway.

It was in the early morning hours of late December, a week before Christmas, when my dad passed away at home. My wife and I had moved back to the farm two years prior, after dad took ill. I managed the farm and we both helped my mother look after dad. My father refused to move into a nursing facility and I couldn't blame him. Better to die where you had lived. My father raised some cattle and he dearly loved his cows. He had names for each one.

On the morning my dad passed, I was in the kitchen getting coffee and happened to look out the window. The cows had not gone out to pasture as they normally did each morning. They were gathered at the fence that surrounds the house with their heads lowered. They stood there quietly, almost reverently, with their warm breath steaming in the cold air. It looked for all the world that they were offering their condolences.

I called my wife and my mother. The three of us stood at the window and watched in amazement. We had never seen anything like this before. After a while, one by one, they drifted out to pasture. How those cows knew that dad had passed is a question I'll never be able to answer. Afterward, I could not bring myself to sell even one of those animals.

 

[Doug627]

I have seen two ghosts. The first was on a trip out west when I was about 13 years old. I was looking out a window of our camper when I saw a women coming through the campground headed toward the restrooms. I thought she was wearing a see-through gown and did not think anyone would see her in the middle of the night. My excitement turned to fear as she passed by the camper. I realized her clothes were not see-through, she was. She was not walking but rather was gliding just a few inches off the ground. She passed by at about 30 feet. She never looked to the left or right but just went straight by stairing straight ahead. The other was while working as a respiratory therapist at Doctor's Hospital of Stark County in Massillon, Ohio. I was walking past room 238 heading to room 240 to give a patient a breathing treatment. It was about 10:30 PM. As I passed by room 238, I heard someone crying softly. I looked into the room and saw a woman about 25 years-old with her head down sitting on the side of the bed farthest from the door. I thought I would check on her when the treatment was done but immediately changed my mind and turned and entered the room. There was no one there. She could not have left the room without me seeing her. The nurses' station was 100 feet down the hall and she could not have gotten there without me seeing her. I checked the entire room and bathroom. Nothing. We also have an old farm house in WV. My wife, daughter and brother have heard what sounds like a cat batting and chasing a "bell toy" around the living room and dining room floor.

 

[PA Reb]

There truly is another world and if anyone can see people existing in that world, its my wife. Sometimes, she scares the living hell out of me!

Here's a extremely personal story that I rarely talk to anyone about. Since I feel as though I'm amongst friends here, I'll tell it to y'all. I may however try and delete it at some future point in time.

My father passed away in 1983 and since then, my wife has seen him in physical form twice. The first time was two days after his funeral when he came strolling through our front yard while she was watching the kids get on the school bus. He was dressed in the suit we buried him in AND, because I had pulled his tie lose before the casket was closed, she saw him well enough to tell me that. I hadn't told anyone that I did that on the day if the funeral.

Flash forward to January of 1998. My wife was in the kitchen on the evening of the 2nd baking chocolate chip cookies and our middle daughter, who was just shy of fifteen, was in her bedroom getting ready to go out for a few hours with friends. My wife took a tray of cookies out of the oven, turned toward the dining room to put them on the counter top, and my dad was standing plain as day in the dining room. Needless to say, she dropped the tray on the floor which caused our daughter to come out and see what happened. Our daughter told my wife she was eating too many chocolate chips!

About three hours or so later, our daughter was involved in a three car accident - three cars and seven people. Six walked away with one slightly injured and our daughter was mortally injured. She passed the next afternoon.

I / we firmly believe that my dad was there to help our daughter make the journey over. I guess there was nothing he could do to stop it or maybe, just maybe, he was there trying to warn us of what was about to happen. Who knows for sure what is really happening on the other side.

My wife has since seen our daughter standing in our bedroom twice. She has seen long deceased friends walking down the road past the house. Just the other day she saw someone beside the mail box who disappeared seconds later. I've now told her to not even tell me about it anymore because it just freaks me out.

Yes, things like y'all have written about above happen all the time but only a lucky (?) few get to actually see them.

BTW, here's another ghostly story (along with a picture I took) I told in another forum thread concerning my favorite town, Gettysburg, PA. http://smith-wessonforum.com/lounge/212490-sense-evil-2.html