October: Ghost stories anyone?

Check out this article on the old foote masion at eureka wisconsin. I dont know who wrote the article, but probley had to know him years ago as I lived about a half mile from the old mansion. I knew the last family that lived in a wing of it back in the 50s. The boys told me of the tunnel under it where they could slip away under attack etc. There was lots of storys about that place!

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Ive had alot of paranormal experiences in my life, heres a few of the ones that left a long lasting impression.

1) Me and my now Ex-wife were setting up her bedroom in her moms new house on the second floor. We were the only ones in the house. We heard footsteps below us and I called out her moms name and then her 2 brothers names, no answer. Then the unmistakeable sounds of someone coming up the stairs was all we heard. She was near hysterical and I drew my 1911 thinking I may have to shoot someone. The steps hit the top stair, which had a very distinctive groan and I pulled the door open, weapon at ready and saw nothing. I went downstairs and saw both doors still locked. Needless to say, alot of holy water and saint candles were strewn round the house.

2) My grandmother passed away when I was 14 of cancer. She went in her upper living room that had a clearview through the sliding glass door to her garden and huge backyard. Hours before she passed she was telling us that someone was having a big bonfire in the garden and they were dancing and her brother was there, Her father (Korean war vet, died of Cancer in 1985) her mother and some of her friends from school were there as well and were calling her to join them. Fast forward Ten years and now my Dads second youngest sister, my Aunt is sitting in the same chair losing her battle with Cancer that has claimed the bulk of my family on both sides. We were with her and she looked up out the same french doors and smiled. She described a bonfire in the garden and named the same people my grandmother had but also added my grandmother and my dads oldest brother who had passed 3 years before. She passed the following day. Now You could chalk this up to her being there with us when my grand mother passed but she wasnt even in the state when she passed and no one told her about my grandmothers mumbled words that we attributed to her medication. All I know is that when my time comes, Ihope to God to see a bonfire and my forebearers dancing and calling me to them.
 
Good stuff. Keep it coming.

I was attending a Sons of Confederate Veterans meeting tonight. Here in Louisiana they are having a big night time ghost walk over in Mansfield, LA at the Battle of Mansfield site. The speaker told us a few accounts of ghosts that have actually been seen over there. Men walking down trails and having ghosts walk right by and nod to them, ghosts enjoying guitar music near the campfire in the woods
 
K-Mart85 said:
Ive had alot of paranormal experiences in my life, heres a few of the ones that left a long lasting impression.

1) Me and my now Ex-wife were setting up her bedroom in her moms new house on the second floor. We were the only ones in the house. We heard footsteps below us and I called out her moms name and then her 2 brothers names, no answer. Then the unmistakeable sounds of someone coming up the stairs was all we heard. She was near hysterical and I drew my 1911 thinking I may have to shoot someone. The steps hit the top stair, which had a very distinctive groan and I pulled the door open, weapon at ready and saw nothing. I went downstairs and saw both doors still locked. Needless to say, alot of holy water and saint candles were strewn round the house.

2) My grandmother passed away when I was 14 of cancer. She went in her upper living room that had a clearview through the sliding glass door to her garden and huge backyard. Hours before she passed she was telling us that someone was having a big bonfire in the garden and they were dancing and her brother was there, Her father (Korean war vet, died of Cancer in 1985) her mother and some of her friends from school were there as well and were calling her to join them. Fast forward Ten years and now my Dads second youngest sister, my Aunt is sitting in the same chair losing her battle with Cancer that has claimed the bulk of my family on both sides. We were with her and she looked up out the same french doors and smiled. She described a bonfire in the garden and named the same people my grandmother had but also added my grandmother and my dads oldest brother who had passed 3 years before. She passed the following day. Now You could chalk this up to her being there with us when my grand mother passed but she wasnt even in the state when she passed and no one told her about my grandmothers mumbled words that we attributed to her medication. All I know is that when my time comes, Ihope to God to see a bonfire and my forebearers dancing and calling me to them.
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Two years ago a bunch of us spent about three weeks with our dad while he laid in bed dying of cancer at 82. The morphine we gave him didn't much effect his sharpness until he was getting real close. Your second story reminded me of a couple times he'd all of a sudden start talking to people he thought he saw at the end of the bed where no one was. Like you we attributed it to the morphine and delirium of someone about to die. I hoped he was getting welcomed by others, including my mom who died of cancer in that same bed 16 years before. Your story might give a hint that that was happening. He sure was thrilled to see whoever was there.
 
While I was in college, we would go to my aunt's trailer at Topock, on the Arizona side of the Colorado River, across from Needles. We went several times a year but always on Memorial Day weekend. We'd party, raft the river, BBQ and drive out into the desert to shoot. One time, a girlfriend and I walked into the middle of a herd of wild mustangs. The next night, we had to disarm my youngest brother to keep him f4rom shooting the burros outside 'cuz of the racket they were making.

The old Mexicans in the southwest tell of what they call the "Devil's Headlights". Seems like they would see what appeared to be a set of headlights in the distance behind them, off in the distance, always on a deserted stretch of desert road. These stories go back, according to some of them, a hundred years or so, at least. And the lights never catch up with you.

Now remember, I'm a biologist and many of my friends were biology students. Well, one thing we'd always do is to go out at night, when it started to cool down, and go snake collecting. Never knew what we would find. From Topock, we'd drive up slow into Oatman and come back, picking up whatever we'd find in the headlights. Well, we'd always have some beer with us (If you haven't been along the Colorado in late May, the temps don't get below 95 or so until midnight).
I saw some headlights following us, so I had my buddy ditch the beer. Those lights must have followed us for forty miles. We could see them come over the crests and go into the dips but, no matter how many times we stopped, they never caught up with us. Remember, this is a deserted desert road, mostly straight and we're driving at 20-30 mph with frequent stops to check things out(During the daytime, we were young and foolish and would sometimes drive it at close to 100 mph)==a stop to catch a rattler might take 15-29 minutes to get him into a bag. Then we'd stop and have a beer. That "car" never got to us. We got about 20 miles past Oatman (Up by the old ghost town of Goldroad or Goldford). Turned around and came back=same thing. Those da... lights were always behind us but never caught up with us. This is a road when, on a big holiday weekend, you might see two cars on the 40 mile round trip from Topock to Oatman.

Later that summer, a friend of mine's dad (grew up in Sonora) told me about the "Devil's Headlights. I've gotten some weird radio signal "bounce" out in the desert and picked up strange radio programs, so I always figured it was some sort of "optical bounce".
 
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My mother was bed ridden with a rare disorder, Shy-Drager. She had a hard time calling for my Dad's help so my wife and I bought her a fancy crystal and brass bell so she could get his attention and he grew to hate that bell.
The night she passed I took the bell from her room and asked my Dad if I could have it and he said sure. I put it in my dining room on a small table there. Soon after I heard a bell ringing in there deep in the night when only I was awake and up. Once I even answered the wall phone thinking it was from there but soon realized it was just Mom needing my attention.
For several months we attended grief counciling sessions with my Dad and he did well and lived a good life on his own again for ten years after she was gone. After those sessions ended the bell quit ringing.
It is to this day on my nightstand and for some odd reason the bell clapper fell off. Maybe Mom did that to let me know my job is done too.
 
feralmerril said:
I think a few of these storys just might have something to do with "will o` wisp". I remember seeing this phenominon as a boy in wisconsin around marshs and wet areas. Check this out.

Will-o'-the-wisp - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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down here, across the state line in south Arkansas. We have the Crossett Light. A light that appears in the woods and on the road. A dim ball floating across the road and/or in the trees. Been seen since at least my mother's childhood in the 1950s. There used to be a railroad that went through where the light has been seen. (in fact it was still there when my mom saw the light, it was seen down the ROW). Legend has it a railroad worker walked the tracts at night checking the rails. One night he was hit by a train coming through. The light today is his ghost walking with a lantern light searching for his head
 
BearBio said:
While I was in college, we would go to my aunt's trailer at Topock, on the Arizona side of the Colorado River, across from Needles. We went several times a year but always on Memorial Day weekend. We'd party, raft the river, BBQ and drive out into the desert to shoot. One time, a girlfriend and I walked into the middle of a herd of wild mustangs. The next night, we had to disarm my youngest brother to keep him f4rom shooting the burros outside 'cuz of the racket they were making.

The old Mexicans in the southwest tell of what they call the "Devil's Headlights". Seems like they would see what appeared to be a set of headlights in the distance behind them, off in the distance, always on a deserted stretch of desert road. These stories go back, according to some of them, a hundred years or so, at least. And the lights never catch up with you.

Now remember, I'm a biologist and many of my friends were biology students. Well, one thing we'd always do is to go out at night, when it started to cool down, and go snake collecting. Never knew what we would find. From Topock, we'd drive up slow into Oatman and come back, picking up whatever we'd find in the headlights. Well, we'd always have some beer with us (If you haven't been along the Colorado in late May, the temps don't get below 95 or so until midnight).
I saw some headlights following us, so I had my buddy ditch the beer. Those lights must have followed us for forty miles. We could see them come over the crests and go into the dips but, no matter how many times we stopped, they never caught up with us. Remember, this is a deserted desert road, mostly straight and we're driving at 20-30 mph with frequent stops to check things out(During the daytime, we were young and foolish and would sometimes drive it at close to 100 mph)==a stop to catch a rattler might take 15-29 minutes to get him into a bag. Then we'd stop and have a beer. That "car" never got to us. We got about 20 miles past Oatman (Up by the old ghost town of Goldroad or Goldford). Turned around and came back=same thing. Those da... lights were always behind us but never caught up with us. This is a road when, on a big holiday weekend, you might see two cars on the 40 mile round trip from Topock to Oatman.

Later that summer, a friend of mine's dad (grew up in Sonora) told me about the "Devil's Headlights. I've gotten some weird radio signal "bounce" out in the desert and picked up strange radio programs, so I always figured it was some sort of "optical bounce".
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That almost sounds like something out of Rod Sterling
 
Great stories here! I would like to share some of mine. When I was a boy back in the 1960s my cousins and I were playing after dark at my grandfathers house in rural eastern Va. I saw a "light" over the pine trees that came down into the bean field and bounced along to the fare end of the field. My cousins did'nt see it. When I was older we would go to Bloody Angle in the Spotsylvania C.H. battlefield after dark. We would here strange things there. Behind my house now is the site of a small Cavalry battle. One moonbright night I heard horses running. I went out to see if my neighbors horses were lose. I could hear the horses running but could not see them. The next day I could not find any tracks from them either.
 
Now for some ghost humor:


A college professor was giving a lecture on the supernatural. To get a feel for his audience, he asked, ''How many people here believe in ghosts?''

About 90 people raised their hands.

''Well that's a good start. Those of you who believe, do any of you think you've seen a ghost?''

This time about 40 raised their hands.

''That's really good. I'm glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?''

Fifteen responded to this.

''Has anyone ever touched a ghost?''

Only three.

''That's fantastic. Now one more question. Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?''

Way in the back, all by himself, 'Ol Bubba raised his hand.

The professor took off his glasses, thought for a moment and said, ''Son, all the years I've been giving this little talk, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've just got to come up here and tell us about it.''

'Ol Bubba stood up with a big grin on his face and started making his way up the aisle. When he got up front, the professor asked, 'So, Bubba, tell us what it's like to make love to a ghost.''

Bubba replied, ''Dang…. From way back there I thought you said goats.
 
My family's "ghost " story

The year was 1955. My father was a USMC helicopter pilot on maneuvers in Pensicola Fla. My mother, sister and I were living outside Morehead City NC. My mother was sleeping when she felt a hand pressing down on her face. She awoke to see the torso of a man standing next to her bed. Terrified she grab the WW 2 .380 CZ pistol under her pillow she kept for self-defense. She said she was unable to pull the slide back to cock it. The torso disappeared so she was finally able to cock the gun and get up to check on us kids. We were fast asleep along with our German Shorthaired Pointer. All windows and doors were locked. After a long night trying to make sense of what she had been through she said she was rather numb when the next day men from the Corp came to tell her that my father had been killed in a training accident in Pensicola. She always felt it was his spirit coming to say goodbye. She also said she would have probably shot my sister and I thru the walls if she could have cocked the gun. It was very real to her and just one of a few unexplained things in my life.
 
I haven't seen anything beyond the pale, but I have gotten funny feelings in certain places. There is a place in Fallston, NC that is now a custom upholstery shop. It used to be a large general store. It handled all of the business in that town, including mortuary. I didn't know this at the time I was in that store, but I couldn't get over the smells or "vibes" I was getting from being there to pick up a chair my mom had covered. We took it down an elevator, because the stairway was kind of narrow. Later I found out that the elevator was used to haul bodies up to the embalmers. This place probably hadn't been used for funeral home services in many decades, but I attribute the dread and smells I experienced to the smell of death. I worked with a hospital for a little while and got reminded of those "vibes."
 
After work today, I felt like a little adventure. I live in Northeast Louisiana. I drove to get a bite to eat in Ruston, LA and then over to Gibsland about 20 miles west to find the site where Bonnie & Clyde were ambushed by Texas Ranger Frank Hamer and his Louisiana possee. The sun had just gone down by the time I got out there, it was dark and desolate with nothing but pine woods all around me. I was out there about 10 minutes and only one car passed. It was about 8 miles south of Gibsland on 154. There was only a chipped away old marker on the side of the road. In the light of the dusk I could see bats were flying around over head and whoot owls were whooting in the woods in the distance. Pretty spooky out there. Wish I had taken a picture of the marker with my smartphone. Good adventure. Not really a "ghost" story...but still eerie
 
6mmman said:
Great stories here! I would like to share some of mine. When I was a boy back in the 1960s my cousins and I were playing after dark at my grandfathers house in rural eastern Va. I saw a "light" over the pine trees that came down into the bean field and bounced along to the fare end of the field. My cousins did'nt see it. When I was older we would go to Bloody Angle in the Spotsylvania C.H. battlefield after dark. We would here strange things there. Behind my house now is the site of a small Cavalry battle. One moonbright night I heard horses running. I went out to see if my neighbors horses were lose. I could hear the horses running but could not see them. The next day I could not find any tracks from them either.
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This reminds me a story told about the Devils Backbone in central Texas. Ranch hand hears horses running one night and walks outside to see Confederate cavalry riding by the bunkhouse
Unsolved Mysteries-Devil's Backbone - YouTube
 
Good one there Doug. My last strange happening was about 15 years ago. Late one evening about dusk this time of year I was driving home from work and saw a man dressed like someone back about 1875 would have been dressed standing by a horse at an abandoned farm house. I turned around as soon as I could to go and talk to him and see if he was riding cross country and to look at his rig. When I got back to the house the horse and rider were gone! Could'nt have been more than a minute getting back. Must have been a fast horse!!
 
A true "ghost" story.

In my home town there was an old, typical Southern mansion located a few miles away. The story was that on Thursday nights one could hear the slave-servants walking up the stairs with the polished silverware jingling in their aprons.

Many local teenagers (me included) "visited" the mansion on Thursday nights and almost every other night. In those days it was restored but unoccupied. No one ever reported anything. They did have cold beer and cokes in the fridge when we climbed in the house and walked around.

However...I knew a man who lived there in WWII as a teenager with his mother. His father had been gassed in WWI and was in a hospital at the time. He said they lived there for a year or so and never saw, or heard, anything unusual...except one night.

He and his mother were in the kitchen having supper. He sat with a window behind him. At one point he was talking to his mother and she was responding normally until he said she froze with a look of horror in her eyes. She was looking out the window behind him. He asked her what was wrong and she could only say, "Don't move."

He said she finally relaxed and when he asked her what she saw, she said she saw a "half-man-half-animal" looking into the window at them.

Several weeks later he told me the FBI captured a German spy who had been dropped off the Texas coast and walked inland to spy on the militray installations in San Antonio. Their "half-man-half-animal" was the unshaven German spy.
 
Not my story but one a friend/co-worker told me years ago. He was stationed in korea. Said he had been playing football on the base and came off the field. A guy came up to him and said I am sorry to tell you this, but your brother just got killed. He stood there in shock and kind of come to and the guy wasnt to be seen. I recall his brother was also in the service and based somewhere else. I think this was before vietnam or maybe in the early part. He went to HQ for more info. They knew nothing about it. Several days went by then he got word his brother was killed just before the guy told him! I cant remember if it was a combat death because it seems he might have said it was a jeep accident.
 
OK, here's another of my "ghost" stories. For several years I belonged to a group that hiked/camped Zeleski State Forrest over New Years Day. Zeleski is in southern Ohio and was created in the 30's from abandoned properties from the iron ore industry, including a few town sites.

One evening we were sitting on a ridge around the camp fire reviewing area ghost stories when we noticed something odd about the abandoned two story house in the valley below us. Every now and then it looked like something was moving around and looking out the upstairs windows. Even though with the full moon and snow on the ground we could have easily investigated that night we decided to wait until morning.

So in the morning we all pack up and head down to the abandoned house. Two of us very cautiously went up the stairs looking for any sign that would indicate what we saw was NOT a ghost. Our ghost turned out to be a pony that had some how gotten up the stairs but could not get back down.

One of the girls in our group said that horses tend to not like going down stairs and coaxed the pony out by covering it's eyes.
 
True story.

Years ago on my cousin's property, there was an old shotgun house on the top of the hill behind the main house . My uncle used it to store hay in the side rooms. Total distance from my cousin's house to the old house was about 100 yards. According to legend the family that lived there had three daughters who had been out dancing with their boyfriends one night in the 1930s. On the way home they ran off the old wooden bridge across the creek on the edge of the property and drowned. Supposedly on some nights you could see their ghosts dancing in the hall of the house.

When we were about 10 I was spending a week with them and my uncle told us to get a couple of bales of hay out of the house. Of course being kids, we had other things we needed to do like hunting field mice with a .22 or fishing or anything that didn't involve work so the hay didn't get fetched.

My uncle told us after dinner we still had to get the hay and we pointed out that it was dark. He simply handed us a flashlight. So we took the tractor, opened the gap in the fence and drove over to the old house. The harrow was on the back of the tractor and we were going to back up to the door, simply walk across the harrow (the steps were long gone) and into the house. Then put the hay on the back of the harrow and drive back to the house. When we got there though, the dogs (three of them I think) had jumped up into the house. Suddenly they all came flying out of the old house and headed across the field home. My cousin and I looked in the hallway and saw someone moving but when we shined the flashlight in, nothing was there. My cousin and I don't know what we saw, other than it was a person, to this day but if the dogs didn't want any part of it, we didn't either. We left the tractor sitting there running and were steadily catching the dogs. My cousin cleared the fence but being shorter, I had to take the longer way through the gap in the fence. My uncle actually spanked my cousin twice trying to get us to go back and get the hay but my cousin told him, "Daddy, you can beat me all night but I'm not going back over there." I noticed though that my uncle didn't volunteer to go back with us although he did go put the fence gap back up to keep the cows from getting out.. We ended up taking a gas can and going to get the tractor and hay the next morning. When we went in the house to get the hay, the dogs were really skittish. Also there was dust on the hallway floor and the only tracks in the dust were from the dogs. My cousin and I saw someone in that hall but there were no human tracks on the floor.

CW
 
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A boy was late getting home after dark and although very scared decided to take a short cut through the cemetary. He fell in a opened grave as there was to be a funneral there the next day. He tried and tried to jump out but couldnt make it. Finaly he decided to just wait for daylight, sat down and tried to doze. Awhile later the town drunk come staggering through the cemetary to also take a short cut so his wife wouldnt use the rolling pin on him.
He also fell into the grave. He tried to jump up a time or two and couldnt make it either untill the kid said you aint gonna get out of here! With that the drunk jumped up like a lauched rocket! Later someone asked him about it and he said he jumped up to catch a limb that was over the grave. The guy said well, I see you caught the limb! The drunk said no, I missed it, but I caught it on the way down!
 
Doug, sorry so long to answer you question. I saw the horse and rider about two miles north of Ladysmith Va. on U.S. 1.
Much history in this area and I dont think all of it has been told.
 
A kid named Mark lived near a graveyard. One dark night he heard a faint sound through his window. It was coming through the window from the nearby graveyard!

It was faint, but he could clearly hear: "Mark! Mark!"

His curiosity got the better of him, but suppressing his fear, he climbed out of his window and sprinted over to the graveyard, where he crouched next to the wall there. It was louder now. "Mark! Mark!"

Gathering up his courage, he climbed over the wall surrounding the graveyard and peered through the gloomy darkness. The sound seemed to be coming from behind a large tombstone near the center of the graveyard. Once again: "Mark! Mark!"

Mark tiptoed over to the large tombstone. It was MUCH louder now, and definitely on the other side of the large stone. "MARK! MARK!"

Mark screwed up every ounce of courage he had, and trembling like a leaf in a windstorm, he jumped around to the other side of the tombstone! And there he saw....

A dog with a hairlip. :rolleyes:

John
 
We knew there was a fresh grave in there and we were there to occupy it for a while.

The four of us crawled up to the grave edge and hopped down inside. With a light splash we struck the bottom and knelt down close to each other, Ouija board in hand.

We played with that board for a good while and nothing ever happened. We were kinda disappointed and a little angry, we really hoped to conjure up the dead in that cemetery.

We went home, each our separate way, me with the Ouija board. I ended and uneventful night and went to bed.

I was awakened by an eerie sound...like nails scraping a chalk board and heard my name called twice.....Chris Chris. I laid perfectly still as I tried to figure out who was playing this prank on me when I suddenly noticed the Ouija board at my feet.

I arose from the bed slowly and removed the Ouija board and placed it on the floor. I then got out of the bed completely and slowly exited my room and headed to the kitchen. When I turned the corner of the hallway and looked into the kitchen there sat a man I did not know. I froze...then panicked....then yelled....."GET OUT OF OUR KITCHEN!!" This woke my parents and my dad came running in to see what was wrong. Just before he got there, the strange man stood and said "Make up your mind" and vanished.

Now I thought about this for long while, why he said that to me. Then it became clear. I asked him to leave after inviting him over.

The day after this I asked everyone that was with me at the cemetery if anything like this happened to them. All but one said yes. We threw the Ouija board away that day.

That strange man never came back.







Yes, this is not the truth.
 
Years back when I was a guard at universal studios I was on graveyard, er, third shift. They had a huge property barn that really was like a storehouse/museum. It`s where they would send the goffers to get whatever they could find to decorate movie sets.
I noticed this one large upright cabinet that had a sign hanging on it "Do not open"! After walking past that thing a few nights on my rounds it got my curiosity up. I opened it and it was a real, not phony, skelton! I confess it did give me a temporary thrill!
 
A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when he hears:

BUMP...


BUMP...


BUMP... behind him.


Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him


BUMP...



BUMP...

BUMP...


Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him



faster...



faster...



BUMP...



BUMP...


BUMP...

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.

However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping


clappity-BUMP...


clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...


on his heels the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.


With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
Bumping and clapping toward him.


The man screams and reaches for something, anything,
but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!

Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...


and,

(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)




The coffin stops!
 
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