You never hold a poop. Get that **** out of there.

WHAT WAS IN THE KITCHEN?!

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I was in seventh or eighth grade. I had a bad habit of staying up late to watch the Tonight Show and falling asleep in the living room, usually on the floor, and then either getting up in the night to go to my room or just sleeping all night in the living room.

One night, asleep on the floor in the living room, I had a nightmare. The nightmare was that me and my friends were at the bus stop near my house (we rode the school bus) and while we were waiting for the bus to pick us up, we heard the train blowing its horn as it approached the crossing at 2004 and Old Angleton Road (right by the second ever Buc-ee's location, btw). It was about a mile and a half from my house.

The train blew the horn and then we heard a screech of tires and a sound of metal meeting metal as a car was smashed by the train. We all looked at each other in horror. Then I woke up.

That nightmare woke me up pretty suddenly. I sat up on the floor in the living room, I was breathing heavy, and I realized I had been dreaming, so I layed down again and went back to sleep.

I had the exact same nightmare two more times. At this point, I decided to go to my room, hoping a change in venue would help me sleep. As I walked past my big brother's room, I heard his stereo. He always slept with the radio on (either 97 Rock or 101 KLOL) and he kept it real faint so it wasn't a bother in other rooms. The song on the radio was "Learn How To Live" by Billy Squire. It was the opening few measures with the horns/woodwinds. My brother's bed was by the door, and his head was at the end by the door. He was sound asleep.

It was odd that he was asleep, because I could hear whistling, very soft whistling that I could make out over the music. It was a slow melody of some sort.

After pausing at my brother's room, I continued down the hall to my room. The whistling got louder. And I could see moonlight coming in and shining from the window and into the hall. My shade was up. But of course it would be since I had gone to sleep in the living room. Lowering my shade was always the last thing I did before I went to bed.

When I looked into my room, I saw the sillouhette of a man sitting up in my window, butt partially in the window sill and legs stretched down so his feet were on my bed, and he was looking out the window and whistling softly. He looked like a shadow.

I froze. It wasn't my dad. My dad snores like crazy and I could hear him snoring in my parents' room. It was scary. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to breathe or move at all because I didn't want him to see me.

After several seconds (felt like minutes), the shadow man stopped whistling and turned his head to the left quickly and was gazing directly at me. I more or less did a standing broad jump and landed in my parents' doorway and hid in their room. I could hardly move. And neither my mom nor my dad even flinched. I laid there as still as possible for as long as I could and eventually must have fallen asleep. When my dad's alarm went off in the morning, I crawled out of the room so he and my mom wouldn't see me so I wouldn't have to tell them what I saw. The shadow person was gone.

I haven't told my parents that story. I shared it with a former boss when a co-worker was searching online about shadow people one time in about 1998. This co-worker had a sister who was experiencing strange things at her house. There were lots of drawings and sketches of shadow people, and my boss at the time seemed to know what they were.

It freaked me out. And I don't sleepwalk.

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We visited the Winchester house in San Jose in back in 99. A picture we took has a very large, oval shaped blotch in the middle.

I could post it on here but I don't have a place to upload it to.

I'm pretty sure I've seen Jesus a time or two.

I've also seen the Virgin Mary on tortillas, tree bark, oil slicks, toast, chips, and once on a pile of cow sh*t. (Not sure if they count as 'ghost' sightings though.

Ryan

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Good stories

One not so scary and one that terrified me:

When I was a kid (maybe 6 or 7) my brother and I were taking a nap at my grandparent's house before we went swimming.

I was sleeping in my grandfather's room (by myself). I woke up and my eyes went to the window that was above and behind me.

A large indian, in full headdress, was peering in the window. He gave me a big grin and I hauled tail for the door.

I was so freaked out that my mom and grandpa actually went around the house to check if anyone was there. They live out in the middle of nowhere and no one was found.

When I was in college I lived for a while at Treehouse apartments. My roomie and I had a loft so we had two twin beds separated by a little lamp stand.

My roommate was a big Dungeons and Dragons nerd and kept all of his games and what not in his closet. One day he told me that he always got a very weird feeling when he opened his closet door. Knowing this guy in highschool, that was a very strange thing for someone like him to say.

A few months later I woke up during the night (which I do all the time, btw) and my eyes went to his closet which was almost directly across from me.

There was a huge, menacing shadow man that had no face or any distinguishing physical traits staring back at me. It was the scariest thing I've ever seen and I tried to yell something to wake my roommate but I couldn't. I just started banging my hand on the lamp stand in hopes that he would wake up. He didn't and, I'm pretty sure, I passed out. I made him keep his closet door shut from then on.

Bonus story:

My mom grew up in a small East Texas town that had one large, fancy house in it. When she was a girl she cleaned this house for the old widow who lived there. About 40 years later my parents ended up building a house next to the fancy one.

One day my mom was outside pruning her orange trees and she said she felt like someone was looking at her. The old house had no one living in it but she looked up and saw an old woman staring back at her from the second floor.

The lady continued looking down at my mom and then slowly drifted to the side out of view.

After new owners moved in, the lady of the house told my mom that the house was haunted by a woman and my mom told her, "Yes, I know. I've seen her in the window".

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When I was in college I lived for a while at Treehouse apartments. My roomie and I had a loft so we had two twin beds separated by a little lamp stand.

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At first when I read this I thought "I bet that was weird when they wanted to bring someone home for sechsy time." Then I got to this part:

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My roommate was a big Dungeons and Dragons nerd

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...and everything made a lot more sense.

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You never hold a poop. Get that **** out of there.

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I know FNG... And believe me... I regretted it the next day... Doing a 2 mile run and dive bombers the next day while holding in a poop was the worst experience I have had....

You went running while trying to hold it in? Dude, get that toxic waste out! Besides, you will feel like you can run a four-minute mile when you are done!

From my post above. If it's just a camera effect, let me know.



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WTH!!

Creepy

If you look closely, you can see twisty looking striations along the edges. That and the outer portions are hazy and transparent. I figure that if it were distortion caused by the flash or the film development, it wouldn't have those characteristics.

All of our other photos taken that day don't have anything in them like that. I remember this was taken on the tour shortly before we got the stairs that led to nowhere.


Again if anyone is an expert in photography, feel free to dispel that it may be ghost.

I've never seen a ghost but I did see this

Other than not ever finding out what was in the kitchen, this thread is a lot of fun so, ttt to bring on more stories.

forgian!

Wow, haven't seen you post in a long time!

Yes.

Red Hill Drive in College Station.

I've seem numerous things to lead me to believe something unnatural caused them, but have never seen an actual ghost.

1998 I believe. My pawpaw died 2 years before. My meemaw was in ICU for a few days before she had a health problem requiring surgery to remove a few feet of intestine.

We get a call at midnight expecting the worst, so the family gathers. The doctors are surprised that she lived.

Once she went from ICU to recovery, she told us of how her husband came to visit before the anesthesiologist knocked her out. He simply stood by her side and said the words "not yet, you have several years left".

My meemaw lived another 8 years, fighting through multiple strokes.

My family owns a funeral home, and I haven't heard them mention a single ghost/creepy story in 30 years of running it. The above story is the only one (so far) involving myself or people I know.

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Chills and hair on end happens whenever something unknown scares you. Been spooked and creeped out many times but have never seen a ghost.

damnit I want to know what was in the kitchen.

Shortest scary story ever: The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

WHAT WAS IN THE MOTHER HECKING KITCHEN?

I only read this thread during the day.

One should not make a specter of oneself

This thread

yes

Well this was a let down.

OMG 2 Pac has risen..