Good thread. Nothing I can share except a line from a Miami Vice episode about voodoo that has stayed with me. "You don't have to believe in the ocean, but of you step in it you're going to get wet".
Ghost stories, Creepy tales, whos got 'em?
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BigBill
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Well at the new place we moved into in constantly being touched. A finger touches me. We have the Christmas decorations in the attic with those snowball music windups. For the past year every so oftem I hear the music. The first year we moved in I woke to a woman all in a gray color. She looked like the mom on that 70's show. She was along side my bed. I told her to go away and pulled the covers over my head. After living here six years now I'm still being touched. When I look nobody is there not even one of my seven cats.
Next true story. Dudleytown,ct
The sons classmates were talking about this haunted place called dudleytown. I never believed in ghosts. But I said I'd go with them. Took my 1911 with seven mags. Just in case it's in my dimension. The camera had 400 film in it. I caught many orbs in pictures. I seen cloven hoove tracks inside human boot tracks. I seen even my tracks disappear when I stopped to double back on the snowy trail. I went full circle and were I doubled back my prints were gone. I seen boot tracks appear from no where and disappear. My dog was being called it would stop freeze and stare. One time she ran off for the whole trip. She finally returned as we were going to leave. There's no birds, no deer tracks in this area. Something was snapping pictures on my camera. We turned off the cam corder and it was turned back on. Search for dudleytown.
I think the devil worshippers did the weegee board thing and open doors for bad spirits to enter our dimension. And never closed the doors. Ever the warrens the famous ghost hunters said not to go there.
Next true story. Dudleytown,ct
The sons classmates were talking about this haunted place called dudleytown. I never believed in ghosts. But I said I'd go with them. Took my 1911 with seven mags. Just in case it's in my dimension. The camera had 400 film in it. I caught many orbs in pictures. I seen cloven hoove tracks inside human boot tracks. I seen even my tracks disappear when I stopped to double back on the snowy trail. I went full circle and were I doubled back my prints were gone. I seen boot tracks appear from no where and disappear. My dog was being called it would stop freeze and stare. One time she ran off for the whole trip. She finally returned as we were going to leave. There's no birds, no deer tracks in this area. Something was snapping pictures on my camera. We turned off the cam corder and it was turned back on. Search for dudleytown.
I think the devil worshippers did the weegee board thing and open doors for bad spirits to enter our dimension. And never closed the doors. Ever the warrens the famous ghost hunters said not to go there.
ParadiseRoad
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...my Mother in Law...is in an Alzheimer's home...her son..my wife's brother passed away suddenly and unexpectedly last year in November...
...I am the caretaker for her house which is about five miles down hill from us...the day after he died I was making my daily visit to her house...I usually enter through the basement door...
...there was a tumble weed in front of the door that day...which was strange because we don't have tumble weeds up here on the mountain...
...I kicked it aside and opened the door...and my hair stood on end and a chill swept over me...there was another tumble weed inside the basement door...my brother in laws farm was loaded with tumble weeds...
...I am the caretaker for her house which is about five miles down hill from us...the day after he died I was making my daily visit to her house...I usually enter through the basement door...
...there was a tumble weed in front of the door that day...which was strange because we don't have tumble weeds up here on the mountain...
...I kicked it aside and opened the door...and my hair stood on end and a chill swept over me...there was another tumble weed inside the basement door...my brother in laws farm was loaded with tumble weeds...
OP
I did a search and found this post I made in a previous discussion. I thought it might fit in here one more time. It is a subject that fascinated me no end. I'd like to clarify that it was not written by Edgar Cayce but by a man named Jess Stearn. I guess I don't remember how Cayce ties in with it. Maybe the exsperience and contact with the girls family were Cayce's and Stearn actually wrote the book as told to him by Cayce? Anyway I know it doesn't prove reincarnation but it proves something. It does seem to verify reincarnation but those that know the answer to this can't come back and tell us. Or can they???
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Reincarnation?
Somewhat different than ghostly phenomenon so I didn't want to hijack Reb's thread. As I expressed my feeling of open mindedness on the ghost thing I feel somewhat the same on reincarnation. But I lean slightly closer to believing in reincarnation than not believing. This is for two different reasons. Neither is 100% convincing but both are compelling.
1. I once read a book by a noted writer and researcher named Edgar Cayse, perhaps you have heard of him. The title of the book is "The Girl With The Blue Eyes". In the book Mr. Case tells how he heard of a man who hypnotized people in his night club act. He once hypnotized his 17 year old daughter during a house party. She began to speak foreign language and got very upset. He quickly pulled her out of it.
Later he felt like the language she had spoken was French or a dialect of French. Anyway word got around and Mr. Case contacted the man and asked him if he'd be willing to hypnotize the girl again in his presence with translators and recording equipment present. After a little back and forth the man and his daughter agreed to this so they could find out what was going on. The girl had never studied French or any other foreign language and never even met anyone who spoke French. There was absolutely no way she could have spoken French.
During the session the girl again began getting upset and speaking French. The father was reluctant but Mr. Case convinced him to allow him to question her further to get some answers. He agreed.
The girl was speaking as a young woman who live in a small mill town in French Quebec Canada.....circa late 19th century. She was married to an abusive husband and had 2 or 3 kids. Under hypnosis she was upset because her husband was beating her and the kids.....she said he was KILLING them.
Before the session ended She gave the family name and the name of the town. Mr. Cayse thanked the man and his daughter and told them he was going to go to that town and try to document the things the girl had said under hypnosis.
He finally managed to find the little town. The mill was many long years out of business and only the ruin of the facility still existed. The town fell into decline when the mill closed down and most of the town's population had moved off or passed away but there were still a few very old people that remembered the mill and the stories they'd heard about the family and the murders of a wife and her kids.
He even located the old abandoned house and yard where the murders occurred. I can't remember what it was but in the yard he found something that the girl had mentioned. If it comes to me I'll post it up later. And Finally he found the cemetery where they were buried and was able to identify their graves.
There are just not too many ways to explain how this young high school girl could know and tell this story in a foreign language...unless she lived it. I'm gettin' the creeps just thinkin' about it!
2. All my life I have had this one recurring dream. I used to have it fairly often, too often to suit me that is. I still have it sometimes but less and less frequently as the years pass.
The setting is some where in the deep south. Without knowing why or how I have the powerful sense that it is Mississippi. There is a wide canal and barges are pulled up and down by mules walking on the bank next to the water.
The area is poverty stricken. The people are black. Again without knowing for sure I get the sense that I am black. At some point in some of the dreams I can see my hands holding the reigns of the mules. I walk my mule up and down the canal pulling my barge loaded with goods. The dream seems extremely real and vivid. I can feel the heat. I can smell my own sweat. I can taste the dust in the well worn foot path along the bank. I can even smell the mule poop. Realism ain't always such a good thing in dreams.
In this dream I never speak and no one speaks to me. There are lots of people around me and tents. People cooking on the ground and working on one thing or another. The dream never varies much and it always starts and stops at the same place.
I put this on the very top of a long list of things I don't understand. There could be any number of simple explanations to account for this dream and I know that. But if there is such a thing as reincarnation then it COULD explain the Girl With The Blue Eyes and it could also explain my puzzling dream.
Lots of people, famous and not so famous claim to have lived before as other people. General George Patton and actress Shirley McClain to mention two, were very outspoken about it. I believe Shirley McClain even wrote a book about it. A lot of people claim to be reincarnations of famous people from the past. I have my doubts about all that but still, it is a very interesting subject. Unlike the ghost stuff I would like to know before I cash in my chips whether or not there is such a thing as reincarnation.
So.....have you ever lived before? were you someone of note? Come on, fess up. We won't laugh...
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Reincarnation?
Somewhat different than ghostly phenomenon so I didn't want to hijack Reb's thread. As I expressed my feeling of open mindedness on the ghost thing I feel somewhat the same on reincarnation. But I lean slightly closer to believing in reincarnation than not believing. This is for two different reasons. Neither is 100% convincing but both are compelling.
1. I once read a book by a noted writer and researcher named Edgar Cayse, perhaps you have heard of him. The title of the book is "The Girl With The Blue Eyes". In the book Mr. Case tells how he heard of a man who hypnotized people in his night club act. He once hypnotized his 17 year old daughter during a house party. She began to speak foreign language and got very upset. He quickly pulled her out of it.
Later he felt like the language she had spoken was French or a dialect of French. Anyway word got around and Mr. Case contacted the man and asked him if he'd be willing to hypnotize the girl again in his presence with translators and recording equipment present. After a little back and forth the man and his daughter agreed to this so they could find out what was going on. The girl had never studied French or any other foreign language and never even met anyone who spoke French. There was absolutely no way she could have spoken French.
During the session the girl again began getting upset and speaking French. The father was reluctant but Mr. Case convinced him to allow him to question her further to get some answers. He agreed.
The girl was speaking as a young woman who live in a small mill town in French Quebec Canada.....circa late 19th century. She was married to an abusive husband and had 2 or 3 kids. Under hypnosis she was upset because her husband was beating her and the kids.....she said he was KILLING them.
Before the session ended She gave the family name and the name of the town. Mr. Cayse thanked the man and his daughter and told them he was going to go to that town and try to document the things the girl had said under hypnosis.
He finally managed to find the little town. The mill was many long years out of business and only the ruin of the facility still existed. The town fell into decline when the mill closed down and most of the town's population had moved off or passed away but there were still a few very old people that remembered the mill and the stories they'd heard about the family and the murders of a wife and her kids.
He even located the old abandoned house and yard where the murders occurred. I can't remember what it was but in the yard he found something that the girl had mentioned. If it comes to me I'll post it up later. And Finally he found the cemetery where they were buried and was able to identify their graves.
There are just not too many ways to explain how this young high school girl could know and tell this story in a foreign language...unless she lived it. I'm gettin' the creeps just thinkin' about it!
2. All my life I have had this one recurring dream. I used to have it fairly often, too often to suit me that is. I still have it sometimes but less and less frequently as the years pass.
The setting is some where in the deep south. Without knowing why or how I have the powerful sense that it is Mississippi. There is a wide canal and barges are pulled up and down by mules walking on the bank next to the water.
The area is poverty stricken. The people are black. Again without knowing for sure I get the sense that I am black. At some point in some of the dreams I can see my hands holding the reigns of the mules. I walk my mule up and down the canal pulling my barge loaded with goods. The dream seems extremely real and vivid. I can feel the heat. I can smell my own sweat. I can taste the dust in the well worn foot path along the bank. I can even smell the mule poop. Realism ain't always such a good thing in dreams.
In this dream I never speak and no one speaks to me. There are lots of people around me and tents. People cooking on the ground and working on one thing or another. The dream never varies much and it always starts and stops at the same place.
I put this on the very top of a long list of things I don't understand. There could be any number of simple explanations to account for this dream and I know that. But if there is such a thing as reincarnation then it COULD explain the Girl With The Blue Eyes and it could also explain my puzzling dream.
Lots of people, famous and not so famous claim to have lived before as other people. General George Patton and actress Shirley McClain to mention two, were very outspoken about it. I believe Shirley McClain even wrote a book about it. A lot of people claim to be reincarnations of famous people from the past. I have my doubts about all that but still, it is a very interesting subject. Unlike the ghost stuff I would like to know before I cash in my chips whether or not there is such a thing as reincarnation.
So.....have you ever lived before? were you someone of note? Come on, fess up. We won't laugh...
No but I often wish I could return as a whale. 3 foot tongue and a hole atop my head to breathe.
Sorry.
I recalled this as I read Paradise Road's post.
There was a single mom of one of the players on my son's Optimist baseball team. She was a RN and was always there to patch up a nicked up kid and was good for a juice box and a cookie.
She had had lost her husband in a mishap involving a flat bed truck and ductile iron pipe. A small crape myrtle was planted at his grave in the nearby cemetery.
Our boys became good friends and I got to know her and her brothers along with some of the family. After the Groundhog Day tornado outbreak of '98 I saw her at the ballfield while cleaning up debris and rehanging netting and she mentioned that the myrtle had been deposited outside her back door during the storm. The tree had traveled only a couple hundred yards, survived intact but died after being transplanted by the grave.
kimporter
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my wife and i were visiting some friends in binghamton ny on thanksgiving day and enjoying a well done feast,the cooked turkey was on the kitchen counter covered in aluminum foil waiting to be put in fridge and the 4 of us were still at the table letting the food settle.all of a sudden the foil covering the turkey just lifted up on one end like someone was looking to see what was left over,it just hung there for a second or 2 and went back down,i saw it, our host saw it, i made a remark about having a dinner and a show and they both asked what i meant, i said"the turkey cover moving" they both said they hadnt seen a thing
M E Morrison
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Well, I still think I'll sleep just fine tonight..... 
101Voodoo
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M E Morrison
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No haunted ship stories?
Nope - sorry.
How about you - any A/C that flew themselves home?
101Voodoo
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Nope - sorry.
How about you - any A/C that flew themselves home?
No, but there were a few spooky looking pilots around!
M E Morrison
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I understand that Cat's see in U.V. due to being able to see at night and They can see things We Humans cant. Sometimes Our Cat will stare at a corner of the ceiling like there is something there but there's nothing to see. Our House does have a couple of Cold spots but that's to be expected due to it's age.
So being that the House can be creepy at times I was playing the Vincent Price Movie,(House on Haunted Hill) when My Kid's were younger and after it was over They went upstairs to get ready for Bed.I had crawled under one of the Beds and after They were in Bed I reached up from between the Bed and Wall and grabbed one of the Boys,Needless to say I was in trouble for about two weeks after that one.
So being that the House can be creepy at times I was playing the Vincent Price Movie,(House on Haunted Hill) when My Kid's were younger and after it was over They went upstairs to get ready for Bed.I had crawled under one of the Beds and after They were in Bed I reached up from between the Bed and Wall and grabbed one of the Boys,Needless to say I was in trouble for about two weeks after that one.
A Story From a Credible Friend
I life long friend of mine was part owner of small, well-kept, hunting cabin near Harlemville,NY, along the NYS Taconic Pky, perhaps 90 minutes north of NYC.
In preparation for the hunting season, My friend and his son did some clean up, loaded garbage into their Ford Explorer and headed for the dump/landfill. While there, they saw a discarded recliner, something that "Frank" from the Frazier TV show might have used. They marveled that it was in nearly new condition so they took it for their hunting cabin.
Upon arriving back at the cabin, they unloaded the recliner and left it outside, near the front door, as they attended to other matters. Eventually, father and son went outside to retrieve the recliner and both froze in their tracks. An old man was sitting in the recliner, staring at them. The old man vaporized before their eyes. Father and son were frightened silly despite the near presence of their deer rifles. Without argument, they loaded the recliner back into the Explorer and returned it to the dump.
I life long friend of mine was part owner of small, well-kept, hunting cabin near Harlemville,NY, along the NYS Taconic Pky, perhaps 90 minutes north of NYC.
In preparation for the hunting season, My friend and his son did some clean up, loaded garbage into their Ford Explorer and headed for the dump/landfill. While there, they saw a discarded recliner, something that "Frank" from the Frazier TV show might have used. They marveled that it was in nearly new condition so they took it for their hunting cabin.
Upon arriving back at the cabin, they unloaded the recliner and left it outside, near the front door, as they attended to other matters. Eventually, father and son went outside to retrieve the recliner and both froze in their tracks. An old man was sitting in the recliner, staring at them. The old man vaporized before their eyes. Father and son were frightened silly despite the near presence of their deer rifles. Without argument, they loaded the recliner back into the Explorer and returned it to the dump.
carpriver
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In 1993 I moved into a small one bedroom apartment in and old house that the upstairs had been converted into said apartment.
I moved into it is the late spring. There were some strange things that occurred, the kitchen cabinets doors would be opened every morning. I am a person that if it has a door on it it should be closed, these cabinet door had a catch that captured a screw head; you had to push on the door to engage the catch and it took a solid push.
I had a cat that would sit in the middle of the arch way between the living room and the dining area and stare into the dining room. More then one night i would be awoke by the cat standing on the edge of the bed hissing and growling with her back up.
I would sit at the dining room table and pay the bill. One morning I said out load to myself" You need to remember to take the bills with you when you leave for work"; they were on the dining room table and I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom bills were on the kitchen table next to the door.
When I moved from the apartment I had a strange thing happen. I had a three gun rack I made in high school It had been in my bedroom holding a couple of rifles.I was moving stuff out the the bed room and I put the gun rack in the kitchen and carried a box down to the truck, when I came back the gun rack was gone, I found it back in the bedroom.
I never felt threatened or afraid or uncomfortable while living there.
I moved into it is the late spring. There were some strange things that occurred, the kitchen cabinets doors would be opened every morning. I am a person that if it has a door on it it should be closed, these cabinet door had a catch that captured a screw head; you had to push on the door to engage the catch and it took a solid push.
I had a cat that would sit in the middle of the arch way between the living room and the dining area and stare into the dining room. More then one night i would be awoke by the cat standing on the edge of the bed hissing and growling with her back up.
I would sit at the dining room table and pay the bill. One morning I said out load to myself" You need to remember to take the bills with you when you leave for work"; they were on the dining room table and I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom bills were on the kitchen table next to the door.
When I moved from the apartment I had a strange thing happen. I had a three gun rack I made in high school It had been in my bedroom holding a couple of rifles.I was moving stuff out the the bed room and I put the gun rack in the kitchen and carried a box down to the truck, when I came back the gun rack was gone, I found it back in the bedroom.
I never felt threatened or afraid or uncomfortable while living there.
gman51
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I was at my girlfriends apartment and her parents lived in the next apartment to hers. One day her sister came over and looked like she saw a ghost and was really freaking out about something.
She told her sister she had seen an old woman walk into and through the living room then disappeared. Her mother said oh that was grandma, she visits often.
I have something happen to me more often now I am older. I go after something but I can't remember what I was going after. I have to go back into the room to remember what I went for. OOPS! That's another thread I guess.lol
She told her sister she had seen an old woman walk into and through the living room then disappeared. Her mother said oh that was grandma, she visits often.
I have something happen to me more often now I am older. I go after something but I can't remember what I was going after. I have to go back into the room to remember what I went for. OOPS! That's another thread I guess.lol
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I have a feeling that no one is going to sleep tonight.
I will be-ala-150 mgs of Trazadone!!!!!!!
Mike G 0351
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I also take Trazadone...
Still see stuff..
Still see stuff..
OP
Note: Anyone that is at all open minded about alien abduction and open to even the remotest possibility that even one reported abduction actually occurred should read the book COMMUNION by Whitley Strieber. (he wrote the book WOLFEN that was later made into a movie with Albert Finney and Gregory Heinz) account of his abduction by ETs.
He is much more than a run of the mill fiction writer. He is very literate and his book recounts the his experiences as a child. He never claims to have been abducted but some things in his childhood have him baffled. This book details his attempt to find the truth. Even at the end of it he still doesn't claim that he was abducted but if he wasn't then you have to wonder just what DID happen to him.
In his quest for objectivity he went to a strange town where he is not well known and selected at random a shrink that uses hypnotism to regress his patients. The thing that makes the book (which was fascinating and very interesting) so much better than the movie (which was a total waste of time) is that the book includes the unedited transcript of his sessions under hypnosis and the move does not.
The entire case of what really happened to him was in the transcripts. Don't waste you time with the movie but I do recommend the book. It might get you a step or two closer to making a decision about what you believe.
He is much more than a run of the mill fiction writer. He is very literate and his book recounts the his experiences as a child. He never claims to have been abducted but some things in his childhood have him baffled. This book details his attempt to find the truth. Even at the end of it he still doesn't claim that he was abducted but if he wasn't then you have to wonder just what DID happen to him.
In his quest for objectivity he went to a strange town where he is not well known and selected at random a shrink that uses hypnotism to regress his patients. The thing that makes the book (which was fascinating and very interesting) so much better than the movie (which was a total waste of time) is that the book includes the unedited transcript of his sessions under hypnosis and the move does not.
The entire case of what really happened to him was in the transcripts. Don't waste you time with the movie but I do recommend the book. It might get you a step or two closer to making a decision about what you believe.
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I got one, take it for what it is.
Back about 15 years ago I took a job working security/ maintenance in a psychiatric hospital. Unlike what most pysch hospitals look like, this place looked like a country club, it had separate buildings for various age groups, a clinic that was staffed with darn near everything, and an outpatient building. When the hospital was built, it was originally on an old cemetery, which was moved farther down the road. I worked nights and weekends, and I had to walk through the place a few times a night to make sure everything was ok.
I talked to several nurses and mental health workers who refused to enter the building that was used for outpatient services. On weekends the teenage patients would be walked there, they had a kitchen, video games, a pool table, and arts and crafts room with a kiln. It was not unusual to see doctors there on nights or weekends catching up on work.
I asked the staff who wouldn't go there why and they told me they heard noises, doors would slam for no reason, they would get chills etc. I brushed it off, I mean it was a big building so I thought it might have been that.
One Saturday morning, about 9am or so, I was on the back end of my shift and I went into that building, and I could hear voices, plain as day. I could not make out what they were saying but it was more than one person. The hallway was not a straight hall, but it curved slightly. So when I got to the end of it, the voices stopped, abruptly.
I started looking around, being security, I had keys to every door in the hospital and no one else had come in the building with me. I checked every office, closet and nook where I heard the voices stop, no one, I was alone.
I really wasn't scared but it got my attention. Apparently, when the old cemetery was moved, where the part of the building where all the noises that others heard and I heard the voices, was where a corner of the cemetery was. Was it a ghost, don't know, take it for what it is.
The second story was unnerving to me and the guy sitting next to me the day it happened.
A few years ago I was in the control room of our jail and the guy next to me suddenly yelled and backed up in his chair about five feet. I looked up and there was a face of a guy looking through the two way glass window smiling at us. Then he was gone. We checked every camera on every hall and we had to let people though the doors, no one could come and go.
The guy next to me pulled up an inmate file on the computer because he told the face looked familiar. The inmate he pulled up, was a guy who died in a holding cell not 20 feet from where we were a few years before. He died of natural causes, but it was painful. I can still see that face in my mind today. I was unnerved, but the guy next to me practically needed a new set of pants afterwards.
Again, take them for what they are.
My wife had a good one. One day she told me she had seen a guy on our porch, plain as day about 80 or so. She described him to a "T". I showed her a picture of the previous owner of the house, and she had said that was exactly who it was. He had died a couple years before. Not at the house though, but he had a heart attack and died in the hospital. I had met him a couple years before that, my wife had never met him at all.
Back about 15 years ago I took a job working security/ maintenance in a psychiatric hospital. Unlike what most pysch hospitals look like, this place looked like a country club, it had separate buildings for various age groups, a clinic that was staffed with darn near everything, and an outpatient building. When the hospital was built, it was originally on an old cemetery, which was moved farther down the road. I worked nights and weekends, and I had to walk through the place a few times a night to make sure everything was ok.
I talked to several nurses and mental health workers who refused to enter the building that was used for outpatient services. On weekends the teenage patients would be walked there, they had a kitchen, video games, a pool table, and arts and crafts room with a kiln. It was not unusual to see doctors there on nights or weekends catching up on work.
I asked the staff who wouldn't go there why and they told me they heard noises, doors would slam for no reason, they would get chills etc. I brushed it off, I mean it was a big building so I thought it might have been that.
One Saturday morning, about 9am or so, I was on the back end of my shift and I went into that building, and I could hear voices, plain as day. I could not make out what they were saying but it was more than one person. The hallway was not a straight hall, but it curved slightly. So when I got to the end of it, the voices stopped, abruptly.
I started looking around, being security, I had keys to every door in the hospital and no one else had come in the building with me. I checked every office, closet and nook where I heard the voices stop, no one, I was alone.
I really wasn't scared but it got my attention. Apparently, when the old cemetery was moved, where the part of the building where all the noises that others heard and I heard the voices, was where a corner of the cemetery was. Was it a ghost, don't know, take it for what it is.
The second story was unnerving to me and the guy sitting next to me the day it happened.
A few years ago I was in the control room of our jail and the guy next to me suddenly yelled and backed up in his chair about five feet. I looked up and there was a face of a guy looking through the two way glass window smiling at us. Then he was gone. We checked every camera on every hall and we had to let people though the doors, no one could come and go.
The guy next to me pulled up an inmate file on the computer because he told the face looked familiar. The inmate he pulled up, was a guy who died in a holding cell not 20 feet from where we were a few years before. He died of natural causes, but it was painful. I can still see that face in my mind today. I was unnerved, but the guy next to me practically needed a new set of pants afterwards.
Again, take them for what they are.
My wife had a good one. One day she told me she had seen a guy on our porch, plain as day about 80 or so. She described him to a "T". I showed her a picture of the previous owner of the house, and she had said that was exactly who it was. He had died a couple years before. Not at the house though, but he had a heart attack and died in the hospital. I had met him a couple years before that, my wife had never met him at all.
When I was in High School, I worked at a local cemetery cutting grass and taking care of the place. I also opened and closed graves. I never saw anything strange in the cemetery, like ghosts. However, there was a grave in one section with a woman's picture on it. For lack of any better description, she looked like the gypsy in the Lon Chaney, Jr. movie "The Wolfman." We could not get grass to grow on the grave. It remained barren regardless of our efforts. Even on the hottest days of summer, when I walked across that grave while cutting grass in that particular row of graves it felt like I was opening a cooler door in a convenience store.
