Ghost stories please..

[Big_e]

Tommyknockers?

Not really a ghost story but this was an incident that made my hair (and those of a few seasoned cops) stand on end just the same and one I will never forget. Never...

Did I ever tell you that I used to work for the city animal services department? I worked deep nights, first watch for those in the know. One night I get dispatched to the city auto pound to pick up a protective custody animal. A routine call that occurs when there was a bad accident or traffic arrest, driver taken to the hospital/morgue/jail and any animals in the car picked up and cared for by us until the owner/next of kin picks the animal up.

I arrive at the auto pound about 0245 and am met by 4 bored/sleepy officers and escorted into the auto yard to the car in question. As we approach the car, an officer looks at the service card to see what kind of animal is to be picked up. He looks at me with a glint in his eye and asks if I want to know what it is. He then says it's a snake. No big deal for me, I've been picking up snakes all week long.

The car had been stolen and after a chase, the suspect was taken in and the car brought to the pound. The suspect later tells officers at the jail of the snake in the car. More than likely to scare officers from searching too much in the car. Too bad for the suspect that I was on duty that night.

As we near the car, the cops shine their flashlights around and into the car to find this snake. No snake found. Suddenly we hear a pounding coming from the trunk! One of the cops taps on the trunk and gets several poundings in a row in response. The officer with the keys nervously tries the keys to get the trunk open. All the officers get ready for what ever is in the trunk...The pounding got heavier and seemed kinda frantic as the officer tried each key. The officer had to jiggle each key since the trunk lock was damaged and the vehicle was reported stolen anyway. The officer finally found the key that fit and all the officers reach to their weapons and brace themselves, I get ready with catchpole to snag anything that jumps out. The trunk hood is swung open.....

The trunk was empty. The speakers of the car had been on a very low volume to where they only thumped to the beat of whatever was on the radio. That was the thumper. We all laughed, breathed relief, took report numbers and cleared the scene. What a night!:eusa_doh:
Ernest

 

[DutchIndo]

I have a similar story, one day we had just got back from a Picnic. My Sister-in-law just shut off the engine and the Radio kept playing. She had the keys in her hands so the car was shut off. My Brother starts punching the buttons on the stereo to shut it off. The stereo was still playing so now we're getting spooked. My brother goes in the backseat to check the speakers. The radio still plays on. He finally rips one of the speakers out and yanks the wires it's still playing. Were about ready to call an Exorcist when I see a "Bro Box" (portable stereo) laying on the floor. Yep it was the portable stereo the whole time ! The sheepish look on my Bro face was priceless.

 

[Kaonashi]

Not really very spooky, but here it goes...

I spent my childhood in a very small town, like 1 and a half hour from where I´m living now, and there was this vagrant man (always dirty, kinda drunk, carrying a sack, the kind your mom uses to scare you), who lived just across the street from the kindergarden, everyone knew him, and of course there were stories: he locks himself with little kids, he really was rich just didn´t want to spend any of his money, had jewelry beneath his mattress, etc.
So, one day, he died and of course everyone knew about that.
The house there is kinda big, is connected to my grandparent´s house, we have 3 orchards where we children used to play... so one afternoon i was playing with my cousins (i was like 9 years old), and i swear i saw this man standing in a corner, looking at us, carrying his sack, i froze for a second, decided it was best not to say anything, and told to others to go some place else, and since then i get this creepy feeling when i go near that spot...

K.

 

[V.C. Brunswick]

I have a similar story, one day we had just got back from a Picnic. My Sister-in-law just shut off the engine and the Radio kept playing. She had the keys in her hands so the car was shut off. My Brother starts punching the buttons on the stereo to shut it off. The stereo was still playing so now we're getting spooked. My brother goes in the backseat to check the speakers. The radio still plays on. He finally rips one of the speakers out and yanks the wires it's still playing. Were about ready to call an Exorcist when I see a "Bro Box" (portable stereo) laying on the floor. Yep it was the portable stereo the whole time ! The sheepish look on my Bro face was priceless.

How about a Trifecta? Here's my story...

Years ago I used to carry a pocket radio so I could listen to my favorite talk radio stations when I'm out somewhere. Whenever I went into a store I would turn it down so that it could barely be heard. One day I was standing in line listening to one of the talk shows and the woman next to me started freaking out until she looked and saw it was just me listening to my radio. She thought that the store was haunted and that she was hearing ghostly voices!

 

[Caity Lynn]

How about a Trifecta? Here's my story...

Years ago I used to carry a pocket radio so I could listen to my favorite talk radio stations when I'm out somewhere. Whenever I went into a store I would turn it down so that it could barely be heard. One day I was standing in line listening to one of the talk shows and the woman next to me started freaking out until she looked and saw it was just me listening to my radio. She thought that the store was haunted and that she was hearing ghostly voices!

I never attribute it so ghosts, so much as I'm just like "yupp, I"m hearing things again." because I'm bad about hearing noises that freak me out. Tonight I was working late and moved something that squeaked and I SWEAR sounded like someone saying my name. lolk :eusa_doh:

 

[Big_e]

I never attribute it so ghosts, so much as I'm just like "yupp, I"m hearing things again." because I'm bad about hearing noises that freak me out. Tonight I was working late and moved something that squeaked and I SWEAR sounded like someone saying my name. lolk :eusa_doh:

Yikes!

 

[Big_e]

Meeting with the Ghost of the Creek

I never attribute it so ghosts, so much as I'm just like "yupp, I"m hearing things again." because I'm bad about hearing noises that freak me out. Tonight I was working late and moved something that squeaked and I SWEAR sounded like someone saying my name. lolk :eusa_doh:

When I drink alot of coffee(and I drink coffee like a fish drinks water) I get jittery and hear things that may not be there. That reminds me of a story...


Layout before the story:
I used to work in the citys animal services department. I always worked the deepnight shift, first watch. When I came on duty, building lights would already be turned off and building locked up by the evening shift, third watch. First thing I would do was grab a flashlight, clipboard and count all the animals in the shelter and check locked doors as I went around. The building had interior dog kennels and large outdoor pens for seasons when we picked up LOTS of stray dogs. On good weather days, some dogs would be kept in the outside kennels to ease the overflow of animals in the shelter.

The story:
One night, I came in to work. The officer working the shift got sick and I was called and asked to work to cover his shift. I wasn't sleeping that night so I said, yeah what the heck and came in.
I was already a senior officer and had my set of keys to the building so I got in and locked doors behind me. The first thing I do after drinking my coffee was grab a flashlight and a clipboard to check on the animals and do a security check. That night, the flashlight batteries were kinda weak. I walk around counting. I was writing on the clipboard when I see something flash by in front of me and go down a hallway! I walk around to see and find a dog had gotten out of it's kennel. Some dogs are real Houdinis, guess thats why they got picked up by us in the first place. I get the dog, read the tag number and replace him back in the correct kennel.

I went out to the outside pens that ran alongside the building. Nothing should've been in the outside pens that night, but I always check anyways. Us city workers aren't the smartest lot and some dummy may have put a dog in a kennel and not document anything. I didn't make it to senior officer for nothing! I walk down corridor of the kennels on the West side of the building, shining my weak flashlight into the kennels. Nothing.
I go to the East side of the building and walk down the corridor. I kinda hurry 'cause this side of the building is closest to the creek( read the entry above about the Ghost of the Creek). I walk by a kennel and FEEL this dark spectre rise up behind me! I saw it rise up from the side of my eye! Things got cold real quick! "Oh gawd!" I squawked. I slowly turned around and saw this large tall dark figure tower over me by 3 feet!...


Someone had impounded an ostrich and not documented it!:rage: Oh heads would roll in the morning! We had been impounding loose emus and ostriches a couple of months ago in the West Dallas area. By morning, I had calmed down and followed the paperwork to see that the ostrich impoundment record was in the managers work slot. It was set to be shipped to a wildlife park later that day. What a night!:eusa_doh:
Ernest

 

[Apple Annie]

Wow, some of these are creepy.

My personal contribution - my school was built some time in the late 18th century. In one of the older boys' houses, there's a little exam room at the top of the building. I was taking a Latin exam for the entrance scholarship - there were only 5 other people in the room, and I was stuck on a question. Then I heard someone say "Ablative absolute". I looked around pretty surprised, expecting there to be someone just behind my shoulder. No one else in the room seemed to have noticed anything, they were just writing away at the desk a few feet away. So I wrote down ablative absolute (at that stage I had never even heard of an ablative absolute - which is some kind of grammar construction). Weirdly, I got that question right.

Later I found out that there had been a Scholar who had fallen out of the window of that boys' house once when trying to get onto the roof to set up a prank for the last day of school.

Even later, pretty recently actually - even weirder, when on detention (for a rather fabulous prank involving a fake skeleton), I had to clear out the archive room, and found a copy of an old newspaper with the story. He had applied to study Classics (which explains the Latin) - and the thing that made me shudder - he was going to go to the same uni I'm going to (if I get the grades). It's not even a nearby uni.

I'm a complete sceptic - but I can't help but hope there's some kind of connection there.

 

[amynbebes]

My brother passed suddenly at the age of 10. His best friend wasn't aware that he had been injured and was in the hospital. They took him off of life support around 2:30 in the morning. Around that same time (as we were told later) his best friend woke to what felt like someone jump on and back off of his bed. We like to think that he was telling him goodbye.

 

[Story]

I'm a complete sceptic - but I can't help but hope there's some kind of connection there.

See if you can bribe that ghost into hanging tight by your shoulder when you take your entrance exams.

 

[dhermann1]

Lilydale

There's a small community in western New York State, near my home town, called Lilydale. It is the headquarters of the Spiritualist Church of America. They have a summer season there where you can go and have seances and readings and all sorts of spooky stuff. The village is full of little cottages with signs in front saying Rev. So-and-so, Medium.
I've been there many times over the years. It was founded in 1878, and it's quaint as all get out. They have a wonderful little snack stand and cafeteria which are total throw backs to the 1930's.
Anyway this story involves my mom back in the late 70's. She went to "Inspiration Stump", which is where the various mediums go every day to do random channeling. Each gets up in turn and starts, pointing to someone in the crowd, and giving them whatever message they may be receiving from "beyond".
This particular day my mom was with her friend, standing sort of in the back, being as inconspicuous as possible. Suddenly the medium pointed right at her and said she saw a man standing behind her with his hand on her shoulder. He was a small man, but very wirey and strong. His hair was thin, and pulled back, and he had huge powerful forearms and hands. My mother never opened her mouth the whole time.
Well, this was a precise description of my grandfather, her father. He had been a jockey and horseman, and his forearms and hands were big and strong as a result of this. There was no message really, other than that he was looking after her. The gentleman in my avatar is who I'm describing.
Lilydale is really quite a place.
http://www.lilydaleassembly.com/

 

[Sincerely-Dee]

A few spooky things have happened to me throughout my short life...

In Jamaica:
I've heard snippets of stories from relatives that I was troubled by a "spirit" as a baby. Something about blood pouring out of me and unearthly screaming? My mother gets very emotional when I ask her about it, but I'll worm it out of her one day! This event was supposedly what turned my father's hair grey.

Another time was when I was a toddler and I pointed out a "man under a tree" in our front yard to my mother - she couldn't see this man.

In England:
When I was about 15, in my bedroom I always used to smell very strong lavender soap at random times, it was very overpowering. None of us particularly like lavender.
In the living room we used to sometimes walk in to a strong smell of cigars and sometimes even see the smoke...
Also, from time to time when you're standing in the kitchen you can just about see skirt tails disappearing into the cupboard.

Once I was standing in the kitchen late at night when all the lights went out and there was a distinctive glare around the aforementioned cupboard.

I'm quite a sceptic but when it comes to events like this and the ones mentioned by other members in this thread - how can you not believe?

 

[AtomicEraTom]

A very popular location near where I live. Simply known as 'Church Road' for the road the Cemetery (St. Michaels Lutheran) is on. There is a ton of colorful legend behind the place.

A friend and I took video out there last night and found what some call 'orbs' Buy into it or not, it's rather interesting activity.

[video=youtube;pqgKP5_F3JM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqgKP5_F3JM[/video]

 

[rue]

That's really weird! You guys are nuts to do that :eeek:

 

[Story]

A tale from a combat veteran /over the road trucker.


Had a weird evening back in May.
Was at a loading station around 2:30am, and was just about to finish when an SUV pulled up. Weird looking old woman stepped out, around 6' tall, eye's were moving independent of one another. Figure this bat was off her kilt as she tried to give me a cartoon of smokes. I pointed out the immediate hazard after which she tried to give me a flashlight and jumper cables, WTF!!!
I politely turned her down and told her I needed to get back to business, oil company was waiting for this delivery, be safe, gotta go. Her voice then became a little more agitated as I packed everything up and was preparing to leave. She approached me closer, and I was actually expecting I was going to have to break her down and hoping I wouldn't. I turned my side slowly towards her, not wanting to make any sudden moves but also wanting to get myself into position, and then her voice changed. It almost sounded like a growl (kid you not). She or it said "we've been watching you".

Told her flat out, you need to leave now, you will not be warned again, and she did. I made a special note to take down everything I could, including license plate number.
Once I was on the road I saw her lights fall in behind my tanker, and I decided then and there, if she produced a weapon I was going to crush her like a cheap can and DOT could work out the remainder. Right as I made the decision that I was probably going to have to defend myself with my vehicle against a life-death threat, her lights vanished! I kept a close eye on my mirrors, even changed lanes to uncover my blind spots and there was nothing, nada, zip. I wasn't about to stop rolling (just in case,) and continued on while pulling out my cell phone.

I dialed 911 and they connected me with the S.O. I gave them all the information in detail, and told them where I was as well and what my destination was, and if they liked I would submit a written statement at that location while offloading. There was a deputy waiting on me when I arrived and I produced a written statement of events. The deputy told me they ran the plate number I gave them and that it did not register, am I sure I was correct. Told him I was very sure, and I paid close attention to plate on the vehicle. He re-ran the plate from his computer in his cruiser and nothing came back. They did a sweep of the surrounding area, and no one matching that description was ever located.

A couple of weeks later I ask a friend of mine who works for the S.O. if anything had ever come of my report, and he told me that a couple of people have reported the same thing, matching the same description, but the person never gives a name, the plate is a no-go, and no one is ever found.

Never seen them again since then, but have heard another dry-van trucker recount a similar experience with a similar description late night at a rest stop.
The person, creature, or whatever it is/was freaked him out pretty good; can relate. Got an instant sense of danger, and discovered without directly asking it, that I was not alone in that experience.

[ep]
cue the twilight zone.

 

[flat-top]

A few miles from where I live is Spook Rock Road (really!) If you put your car in neutral on it, it will move backward up a hill! My sister did this and swears it's real!
Here's the legend of Spook Rock:
http://www.fearnet.com/news/b13489_streets_of_fear_spook_rock_road.html

 

[rue]

Story.... that gave me chills.... yikes! :eeek:

 

[AtomicEraTom]

We've been frequenting this cemetery for years and have had many an experience. I've seen non-believers turn into believers out there. I will write up some of the stories tonight, when I get home from work.

That's really weird! You guys are nuts to do that :eeek:

 

[fortworthgal]

Ooooh I love ghost stories! I am skeptical about things like orbs, but I definitely believe there are things at work in our world that most people cannot see.

I have a couple of good stories where I truly believe something paranormal took place. I'll start with one for now. Several years ago I went to an estate sale, it was a very old home and there was an old, dilapidated shed out in the backyard. Well naturally I bee-lined for the shed, since that's usually where the best stuff is. Well, I got inside the shed, and I was suddenly and totally overwhelmed with the creepiest, worst feeling I've ever had in my entire life. It was like a combination of overwhelming dread, horror, sadness... just awful. I couldn't even breathe. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, I literally pushed two people out of my way on the way out the door. I left the sale and I never found out the story (or if there even was one) on the house or property.

For the record, I typically do not get creeped out or scared easily. I've slept in Civil War cabins reputed to be haunted by a ghost that attacks women. I've gone through graveyards late at night. I've been in a lot of old homes and buildings, heck people have died in the building where I work (including one about 10 feet from my desk) - and I've never experienced anything like that before or since.

 

[W-D Forties]

Many years ago my then boyfriend (now husband) and I decided to do some home made Christmas cards. Discounting the usual leaning on the fireplace ones, we decided to be a bit silly (not to mention blasphemous) and do the 'holy family', with me as Mary with a blue hand towel on my head, the bf as Joseph with teatowel and our dog as Jesus. We painted a sketchy background of stable with wise men, etc , set it all up near out yukka plant for extra atmosphere and got our friend to photograph the scene.The idea was to get the photos back (this is very pre digital), put on the halos with gold pen then mount them nicely and send them out to our nearest and dearest.

Well, when we got them back they were quite effective.... except quite a lot of them had a very creepy satanic looking face just behind us on the background, just over the 'stable'. It looked like it had a beard and horns.

Now it's pretty obvious that this was just caused by the light bouncing off the cardboard background, yet it did put the wind up us and just about everyone else we showed them to. Perhaps it served us right for being so frivolous! If I can find one of them I'll try to scan it, it is really rather creepy.