Ghost stories, Creepy tales, whos got 'em?

Ghost Of Flight 401

In December of 1972, an Eastern Airlines jet flew itself into a Florida swamp with high loss of life. Afterward, flight crews and passengers on other Eastern Airlines flights reported seeing uniformed flight crew sitting in the passenger compartment, then seemingly vanishing. A wide range of people reported the sightings.
Ghosts of Flight 401
 
My mother passed away in November of 1978, a month before our son was born. Two and half years later, we were visiting my dad, and my son was taking a nap. He came out of the bedroom and said he had seen Grandma. We asked if he meant my wife's mother and he said no, his 'other' grandma. Taking out a family album, he identified a picture of my mom as the grandma he had seen.

How's that? :)
 
I've seen ghosts several times. Lived in a house with poltergeists. As a scientist, I won't say I believe in ghosts but do personally believe in "something else out there".

We have several times stayed in "haunted" inns and hotels. These included an inn in Gettysburg and Seth Bullocks Hotel in Deadwood. Hoping to get to the Stanley Hotel soon. Nothing happened! The weirdest events (still give me the chills) were at Native American medicine sites.

As an aside (and slightly off track), my wife belongs to the local women's writing club. Several authors have been published. For my 65th birthday, I challenged them to write me something Gothic in their favorite genre. My wife wrote poetry, another wrote a Gothic Sci Fi, and one wrote a modern Civil War ghost story. Both the Sci-Fi and the Civil War story were published! I really enjoyed the Civil War ghost story. It's titled:
" Caged Bird (BBW Ghost Romance) (Haunted Hotel Book 1)
by Haley Whitehall " (These were paybacks for cooking dinner before the meetings)
 
In SE Az , there is a Nat'l Park site called " Fort Bowie " . It was a cavalry fort from about the start of the civil war to the 1890's . You have to park your car and walk back in , about a 2 mi hike .
Half way you will come to a small spring of water called " Apache Springs " . No one has stayed more than one night camping there . They always say , " you are not wanted there " .
The park rangers that work at the visitors center don't stay late at night at the visitors center . They , every morning have things , " out of order " inside the visitors center from the night before when they left , walking sticks strewn across the floor , books moved etc .
On your walk there , you pass a small cemetery , Geronimo's small infant son is buried there . The very first soldier to receive the Congressional Medal of Honor , died in a skirmish with the Chiricahua Apache Indians , led by Cochise . Lots of history , lots of strange happenings !
 
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Okay! We have some talented story tellers in here! I'm lovin' it!

I will be back later with a tale of my own but I wanted to kind of expand this to include more related topic such as reincarnation, alien abduction etc. Keep 'em comin' yall...
 
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A friend used to live next door to to his in-laws. One night his MIL was over and after a while his 2 SILs came in after a night out. After a while the SILs said they were going home next door. His MIL said to hang on and she'd go along and unlock the door for them. No need they said Fred (their stepdad was home and he'd let them in. Their mother said Fred was working the night shift. The said no when they walked down the alley to my friends house the kitchen light was on and they saw a man sitting with his back to the window who they figured was Fred. Everybody took off running to the house but there was no-one home no lights on and the house was secure.
 
I have seen two ghosts and heard a third one.

The first ghost I saw was out west while staying at a campsite. I was 13 years old. I woke up about 2 to 3:00 AM and was looking out of one of the camper windows. To my left a couple hundred yards, were the restrooms. As I was looking out of the window, I saw someone moving from my right to my left headed in the direction of the restrooms. At first, I could not make out of it was a man or woman. As the figure got closer, I could tell it was a woman and she appeared to be wearing a see through nightgown which was white. I kind of smiled to myself thinking this woman wasn't thinking anyone would be up at this time and she took a chance of going to the restroom without anyone seeing her. But then, as she got closer, I realized she was see through, too. She was moving in a straight line and was not looking to the left or right. She was also hovering above the ground a few inches. Her legs were not moving and she appeared to glide over the ground. As she passed by, it looked like wisps of smoke or a vapor was trailing her. I closed my eyes and eventually fell back to sleep. I don't know who she was, or what she was, but I have never forgotten it.

The second was while I was working in a hospital. It was close to shift change at a little before 11:00 PM. I was gong to give a patient a breathing treatment. I was a respiratory therapist. This particular part of the hospital had a long hallway with three patient rooms at the end. They were about 50 feet from the nurse's station. As I passed room 238, I looked in and saw a young woman sitting on the side of the second bed farthest from the door. She was in a hospital gown and had her head down with her hands folded in her lap. She had very long black hair and she was quietly crying. I thought I would check on her after the breathing treat for the other patient. I took two steps and stopped. I thought this woman needed assistance and the breathing treatment could wait a few minutes. I turned and saw nothing in the hall way. I took two steps back and entered the room. No one was there. I looked left and right and into the bathroom. Nothing. I looked behind and under the beds. Nothing. I gave the breathing treatment and went to the nurse's station to chart what I had done. I asked the nurses who was in room 238 and I was told no one was in that room. As I charted, I told them what I had experienced. When I looked up, all the nurses were looking at me and one said "You just saw the ghost." Years later, my daughter was reading Haunted Ohio books and showed me in a footnote where our hospital, Doctor's Hospital of Stark County, had a ghost.

I heard a third ghost. We have an old farm house in West Virginia. Family goes down every year to deer hunt. My daughter was sleeping on the front room couch this particular season. The next morning she said she had heard a bell ringing in the front room. It range off and on all night and sounded like a bell found in cat toys or a small jingle bell. A couple of years later, my wife and I stayed in the house and my wife woke me to ask me if I heard the bell. My daughter and I had not told her about the bell. I could not hear it. She said it sounded like a cat was chasing a bell around the front room and into the dining room and back. I heard nothing. About a year later, I was staying in the house alone. In the middle of the night, I heard a bell ringing right next to me ear. It was ringing very fast and sounded like a small jingle bell. I said: "Okay, I hear you!" The noise immediately stopped. This past Spring, I was talking to my mother and told her what we had experienced. She told me that when my grandmother became senile and unable to care for herself, she and my father would go down and watch her. All of her children took turns doing this. In order to keep her from wandering at night and possibly going outside without them, they ran a string around the front room and in front of her bedroom and hung small bells on it so that they would ring when she walked into the string. That made my hair stand on end.
 
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A GHOST STORY? MAYBE...

FOREWORD: When it comes to ghosts, poltergeists, paranormal activity, demonic possession, and reincarnation I try to keep an open mind. I wouldn't say I really believe in any of it but I realize I don't know everything in the universe and there are no doubt some thing that have gotten past me. I'll say that I have seen some compelling evidence of all of this stuff but no conclusive proof.


I'll say right up front that if ghosts really do exist I dern sure don't want to see one...Not EVER. The concept of a ghost and SEEING a ghost violates all to blazes my concept of the natural order of things. I don't have any desire to talk to the spirit of any deceased person. We all had time for that and if we let it go then it's just gone. I know that there are a lot of fake mediums and spirit guides and all and I will admit to the POSSIBILITY of the existence of a real one here and there but even if they can communicate with the dead I am not interested. If there are spirits then I expect I'll be one too and soon enough and we can talk of old times THEN.


I have a BIL that got into "ORBS" they are supposedly the smokey white dots that show up in some photographs that are spirits of the dead. Again, there are compelling bits of evidence but no solid proof, not for me at least. I know that some of you have had "close encounters" and do believe. That's fine. If I ever have one I will to but I'd just as soon not.


Still all of this fascinates me to no end...as long as it doesn't get too real that is. *:-SS nail biting

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When I was about 8 years old, that would have been 1952, my aunt and uncle and two cousins had a dairy farm on 260 acres near Valley Mills Texas in the vicinity of Waco in the "Heart 'O Texas". The summers were hot and dry but before the dog days set in in August the evening were cool and pleasant in June and early July. My parents and I would often spend the 4th of July holiday with them.

Lew the older of my two cousins was a couple of years older than me and during the time they lived on the place taught me how to fish a stream, varmint hunt and get into most of the mischief possible for a kid to find on a farm.

But on this particular summer night of July 4th we had a very special adventure. We had arrived there in the late afternoon of the 2nd and as usual Lew and I ran off to the hay barn as soon as I got out of the car. I noticed right away that he was distracted and had something on his mind. When I asked him what was going on he said "nothing" and we just talked generally getting caught up on things since we'd been together the past Christmas.

There was a pause in the conversation and he looked at me and after a bit he said he had something he wanted to show me. I could tell by his voice and the expression on his face that it was something serious. I asked him about it but he wouldn't tell me. He said he thought it would be best If he showed me instead and besides he said I probably wouldn't believe it. Now he really had my curiosity up and at the same time had me pretty well creeped out. Still, he said I had to wait until tonight when every one was asleep and we could get out of the house.

We just kind of goofed around until supper and then we went out and I helped with the evening milking. They had just finished building and setting up the new milking barn with 4 electric milking stations and I was highly impressed. Then we just played in his room until bed time. After lights out I couldn't go to sleep for thinking about what was going on. I kept asking and he kept saying, You'll see.

I finally went to sleep and what seemed like the next moment he was shaking me awake and saying it was time to go.

Go? GO??

I got up and got dressed and we slipped through the house and through the little room by the back door where my aunt churned butter and scalded chickens for plucking and down the walk way by the smoke house out into the back yard. Lew had him a fair walking stick he carried with him when he was out scouting around and he always leaned it against the back of the smoke house when he went in to the house. He picked it up and said we had to get me a walkin' stick.

We crossed a couple of pastures and under an ancient live oak tree found an old fallen branch that, with a little work, would make me a fine walking stick. We broke a few twigs off it to get it usable for the night's business and continued on. Lew promised to fix it up proper the next day which he did.

We were coming to a slow rising hill where the ground mounded to a good size. He stopped us and had me to sit down. He sat and began to tell me about the old abandoned house he'd found on a recent foray. He was scouting the area and had never been on this part of the place before and discovered this place. He said he'd asked his dad about it but he didn't have any information about it. Who might have lived there or even how old it might be. He cautioned me that it was very old and not in very good shape. There was a front porch of sorts but the boards were rotten and would fall through with you if you put a food down wrong and the board floors inside were no better.

I asked him if he'd ever gone inside and he said he'd only been there once. He got real quiet for a minute and then said that the last time he'd been here when he got to the top of the rise he saw two small lights that were moving around. Then he saw the old house for the first time. He then told me that when he started to walk toward the house the lights disappeared. He went on up to the house and looked around. There was no door on the front and only entrance so he shined his flashlight inside but could see nothing. He stepped up on the porch and his foot fell right through. He finally made it into the house and while he was walking around inside he fell through two more times. When he came out of the house he saw the lights again in the same place they'd been before. He started towards them again and the disappeared again.

I asked him if there was anything in the house and he said only the busted down frame of an old bed. He stood up and that was my sign that we were about to go and check out the old house again. When we topped the hill we saw no lights. It was a moonless cloudy night and I couldn't even see the house until he pointed in it's direction and then I could barely make it out. We went down the rise and when we got to the house we shined our flashlights in and saw nothing.

We carefully, one at a time, stepped up on the porch and went into the house. It was creepy alright as I tried to imagine the people that might have lived there. The house itself looked to be a perfect square. it was divided in half from side to side. The front half was undivided with a fireplace and cooking hearth on one end. The back half was divided in half from front to back with a doorway into each room from the main room. The remains of the bed frame were in one of those rooms and nothing else was in the house except what was possibly the handle to a cool pot for hanging it over a fire. There was a window on either side of the front door. There was no entrance on the back of the house and a lot of the roof was missing. There just wasn't that much to see.

When we stepped out into the front yard we looked but saw no lights. Lew was very disappointed and embarrassed. We fooled around for a while and went on back home and went to bed. As we lay there trying to go to sleep in the totally dark room I heard Lew's voice say, "We'll go back again tomorrow night." I had just started to relax but now this new possibility of seeing those phantom lights had me creeped out again.

The next day we worked on my walkin' stick and got it up to snuff and fooled around in the hay barn. I asked Lew if we could go to the house while it was day light but he didn't want to take a chance on scarin' off any ghosts or whatever. We'll go back every night until we see those lights is what he said.

That night we went back and when we topped the rise we immediately saw two small lights. I thought for sure I'd wet my pants. They were pretty far apart but it was as if they "saw" us and immediately moved very quickly towards each other and just kind of moved around in the same small area. We stood still for a while and just watched. I didn't want to go any closer but Lew said we had to so we did.

Just as they had when he saw them the first time they just vanished when we got a little closer. They didn't move away they were there one second and the next they weren't. We went on into the house and split up with him going into one of the back rooms and me going into the other. I was in the room with the remains of the bed frame. I Heard Lew scream and a couple of seconds later I was standing still and felt a significant drop in the temperature and and heard a noise that sounded like a woman or a child saying NOOOOO. In the next second everything went back to normal. The cold and noise were gone. I was pretty sure that if I didn't get outside and relieve myself in a hurry I was gonna wet my pants. Lew said that he didn't hear anything but he did feel a blast of cold air.

But when we got outside I forgot all about that the two small lights were there in the same place they'd been when we first got there. I wanted to go back home and crawl under the covers and go to sleep. Lew wanted to "chase" the lights but as soon as he spoke they disappeared. Then he wanted to go back to the old house and look around outside. I relieved myself and felt a lot better and we went back to the old house.

We didn't go back inside but looked around the ground on all 4 sides of the house all we found was the rusted out blade to an old shovel and a funny shaped piece of metal that we couldn't recognize.


We got back to Lew's house and went to bed but we sat up talking until almost daylight. We didn't go back to the old house again and that was fine with me. The next time we were visiting there was the following Christmas and Lew told me that a storm had blown it down and reduced it to a scattered pile of rotten boards with only part of the chimney still standing. He said he'd been back a couple of times but saw no more lights so he quit going.

In the 64 years that have passed I have run that memory through a lot of times and I think I remember things pretty well. Not that it has done me any good. I know I'll never understand or know for sure what was going on. When ever I think about it,though, I still feel like I gotta pee.
 
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In my late teens and early twenties, I got really interested in reptiles. Later, about age 22, we would "night drive"==drive isolated desert roads and look for snakes,lizards, and scorpions lying on the warm pavement at night. Every Memorial Day weekend, we would go camp at my aunts trailer in Topock, Arizona across from Needles. I and a buddy or two would drive from Topock out to Oatman looking for snakes (about 30 miles of ...."dark desert highway......."). One year, I think it was a three day weekend on the 4th of July. A girlfriend and I were at the trailer and I suggested a "night drive".

We loaded up and took off==snake hook and some cloth bags. We stopped to check out some scorpions and tarantulas but nothing really interesting. I noticed some headlights approaching in the distance. Now, there are NO turnoffs on this road. Only one about 1/2 out and it was exposed to view for several miles. As we cruised along looking for "stuff", I noticed the headlights were getting closer at a pretty fast rate. Eventually, they were only a rise or two behind us. As they went into a dip and disappeared, I pulled over to wait and let them pass. We waited.......and waited.........NOTHING! The car never passed us! We went a little further and turned around. Nothing all the way back. No car, no lights, nowhere to turn off!

Later, I was told the story of "The Devil's Headlights" by an old Indian in Mexico (Ensenada). Seems Satan will follow you to see if you are a candidate for Hades. Those who survive report he never catches up to them. Those who don't.........Quien sabbe? I've researched the tale and it appears tp actually be a desert "legend".

Those of you familiar with L.A. may have heard of Turnbull Canyon. Supposedly, an Indian "holy spot" or "magic spot". On foggy nights, you can see "orbs" there. Also, a phantom bell rings. Legends supposedly go back to the Spanish days and there are supposedly ruins of a sanitarium or hospital or large mansion in one of the side canyons. I have seen the gate but that's all. I have seen the orbs and "heard" the bell (more like a "sensing" of the bell ringing). We have picked up a fair number of rattlesnakes there on summer nights.

One night, we drove up. At the crest, we came upon a 51 or 52 Chevy parked at the side of the road (this was 1973-4). A middle-aged man was sitting there. The way the road curves, you could not avoid shining the lights directly into his eyes. I saw the light reflect into them. He did not look at us, although I had my high beams on (There was only one dim street light at the top and none on either side). We cruised on down and turned around to come back up. Again, except this time my high beams shined into the rear view mirror. He never moved his eyes==didn't glance at us, shield them with his hand, wince.....nothing!

Explainable? Likely. Ghosts? maybe. Spooky.....YES!
 
Not sure if its much of a ghost story, but in the early '90s I was tdy to Denver Colorado, where my great grandfather Moll happens to be buried.

This was before the internet so I went to the Denver Public Library to see what I could find out. My family had a broom factory in the early 1900s, and the librarian steered me towards a city directory from 1900. It was a thick book probably 3 1/2 inches or so and well over 1000 pages.

I walked over to a table and set the book down, and it fell open to a random page. The directory had sold ad space in the margins of the pages, and in the margin of that random page was an ad for "Moll Bros. Brooms". At the time I thought that was rather spooky. Come to think of it, I still do.
 
Re-incarnated WWII Fighter Pilot

Four year old James Leinenger insists that he is an American WWII fighter pilot who was shot down and killed in the Pacific.

What's compelling is that at 3 years old, he knew details of the fighter plane, the nomenclature of its various parts and even the little known support carrier from which the plane had taken off.

This story has received world wide coverage.
[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9u2EpK35PY[/ame]

If you're open minded regarding re-incarnation, this story is a tough one to discredit. I believe that the boy's parents arranged for their son to meet the family of the deceased pilot.
 
On reincarnation....... A friend of mine has had several things happen to her about her past life.
She remembers driving a truck, like an old flat bed, and some how she lost control and the truck flipped over on her and trapped her under it. She had kids but it seemed there was no husband.
She was at a store in another state and this woman yelled Dotty and she yelled back Martha. The two hugged like long lost family and then they both separated with strange looks because neither knew the other. Her husband asked who was that and she said she had no idea.

I also had read before about the above pilot post.

A woman I knew was visiting another country where her family was from. While at a house she knew the layout of the rooms in the house yet she knew not of ever being there before.

A friend of mine and his wife had gone to a past life hypnosis regression. He said they are instructed to look at their feet. The reason is to see if they are wearing pants or a dress. He was wearing a dress. He said he was walking down the center a dirt road like a main street in a town when a bunch of horses came at him and that was all. Supposedly a person will not experience the actual death.

I have often wanted to experience a past life regression. Maybe I will some day.
 
Kids dare....

Kids dare a boy to go into a haunted house. He cre-e-e-aks open the door and as he's standing in the entrance, he hears a noise. rap-rap....rap-rap. He goes upstairs and at the top the stairs he hears,,,rap-rap....rap-rap. He goes into a room with a single dresser. He walks to the dresser and hears...rap-rap....rap-rap. He opens the drawer and what is there????

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.......WRAPPING PAPER!!!:eek::D
 
A friend was driving...

down a dark road and I told him a good one. I about had to grab the wheel.

...Later, we crashed a girls slumber party and sat on the porch telling ghost stories. This one girl got so terrified that she had her hands over her face crying and half an hour later the girls were still trying to get her to take her hands off her face. Never again.:confused.:eek::confused::(


[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPMSGTfK4Aw[/ame]
 
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Reading some of these, I'm reminded of a story a buddy told me many years ago.

Somehow or other, he had gotten a summer job as a butler to a well known wealthy family.

As I remember the story, they were at their estate in New York somewhere. He said it was not unusual for guests to arrive late at night, with no announcement. One morning, he noticed a young woman in the hallway. They passed, He spoke to her, she nodded in return.

He went downstairs and found the lady of the house drinking coffee. He asked her "Will the young lady be staying for dinner?" The Mrs., looked up and said "There is no one here except you, me, and cook.

My buddy said he described the young woman he had seen and the Mrs. laughed and said, "Oh, that's the ghost. We hand't told you about her, but we figured you'd run into her sooner or later."
 
I just realized this is a new thread. There are others out there if you do a search. Some good stuff in them.

I'll tell this one since it sort of short. Let me add. I do NOT believe in ghosts, in spite of having experienced several what most people would call "ghost" incidents. At least I don't believe in them in the sense of "trapped souls" or such. I believe when you die, you go to heaven or hell. If you go to heaven, you don't want to come back. If you go to hell, you can't.

BUT there is something. No idea what, but it's something.


My wife, a Yankee from the Milwaukee/Chicago area moved here and the only thing she knew about the "War of Northern Agression" :) was "There was a war. We won." Well, needing to correct her education, we spend a lot of time visiting the various battlefields around here.

One spring day we visited the Sayler's Creek (Or Sailor's Creek, depending on who you ask).

Background: Sayler's Creek was the last major battle along Lee's retreat from Petersburg to Appomattox. Yankee Cavalry smashed into Lee's retreating supply train and cut them to ribbons. Hundreds were killed or wounded, many, many more simply threw down their weapons and surrendered, having gone as far as they could humanly go. Lee himself, watching from a nearby hilltop was heard to cry in despare..."Has the army dissolved?"

My wife, knew none of this.

We stopped at the visitors center, seen here. Taken by me on another trip.



We got out, walked around behind the house, to where I knew there were exhibits to tell the story.

Suddenly, she started to cry.

I mean great big, gut wrenching sobs, such as you never expect to hear coming from anyone. She was hysterical almost.

Through her sobs she asked, "What happened here? Something really BAD happened here. I have never felt so sad." I started to tell her the story of the battle, and how the last desperate hope of the Confederacy had really died on this field. From here, it would be just a short walk to Appomattox Court House and a date with history.

"We have to go. We CANNOT stay here. I have never been so sad in my life." We got back in the car, drove back down the road. It was a mile or more before she could stop sobbing. She apologized, saying "I don't know what came over. I just could not stop crying."

She won't go back to this day.
 
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