Is there any insight to what was in the kitchen?

I hear that only physics clown and the list eater know.

It's so easy to make up a believable story and put it on the internet.

I have never seen one in person or on video or in a picture. Only stories. By humans that by nature manipulate. Science has never recorded a trace..

I'll give it a go.

My Senior year of high school after team dinner with the baseball team a buddy and I decided to take two of the sophomores out to an old abandoned house outside town.

The house had many stories circulated about why it was "haunted" and I never put much thought into it since my older brother told me a lot of seniors would go party there when he was in high school.

Anyway we drive up to this place and it is creepy as hell. The driveway in is narrow with thick underbrush right up against it then it opens up into an area with a lot of big trees but no underbrush. So I'm driving and stop about 50 or so yards in front of the place. It's beat to hell with spray painting all over it, windows busted out yatta yatta yatta. Two of the spray paintings stood out. One was "don't let the unpleasant ruin your day." Creepy as hell given the situation but nothing supernatural. The second was of some sort of face. The outline reminded me of what drawings of cells looked like from intermediate school science class(all wavy).

So we're sitting there and my buddy and I start the whole this is initiation to the team you have to do it. Might I add I had an odd feeling as soon as we drove up but thought nothing of it. The sophomores are having nothing of it...they ain't going in. So we just sit there a minute of two and I notice something in one of the windows. The window was busted out and the blinds behind it were down but twisted/broken/defigured in such a way you had a view inside perfectly the size of a face. No one is saying a word at this point and I've got the high beams on the place and the radio off. I'm staring at this window because I noticed it looked like a very old man was standing in the opening of the blinds looking at us. I can still see the face. It looked like I said old, but you could see every bone in his face like he hadn't eaten if forever and the face also had bright red eyes.

So I'm looking at the face for what seems like forever and my bad feeling keeps getting worse and worse. Suddenly the face slowly moves downward out of view. My buddy and the two sophomores instantly explode with a barrage of curse words and get out of here's. Scared poopless I peeled out and didn't look back.

We didn't talk much on the way back to the cars. When we got back I park and one of the sophomores says "tell me I'm not the only one who saw that." My buddy just shakes his head and gets out of the car and the two sophomores start talking about the face we all saw. I'm still scared and the hair on the back of my neck is still standing up while on the way home. I get back and my parents are in the living room so I sit down and watch some TV with them. They ask me about the dinner and what not then my mom asks me if I'm feeling alright because I look very pale. I told them the story and how I couldn't get that face out of my head and I was still pretty shaken. They didn't have much to say other than the it was nothings and such but I could tell it bothered my mom in some way.

The rest of the night I couldn't stop thinking about that face like it was following me around(sounds stupid hearing myself say that). I got ready for bed and after a pretty good while eventually fell asleep. I don't remember what time it was but I woke up and felt like something was hovering inches above me in bed. To this day I can't describe how truly terrified I was. Being raised in a Christian home I did the only thing I could think to do and prayed my tail off and sang hymns to myself. I could still feel something above me so I eventually convinced myself mom and dad's room was safer(an 18 year old sleeping between his parents lol).

I sprinted into my parents room and my mom was wide awake almost waiting on me. She doesn't sleep well to begin with. One of those can't shut her minds off whenever everything is fine and dandy much less whenever she is worried. I fell asleep eventually and woke up the next day for school and didn't have anymore experiences over the matter. Later in the day my mom told me she didn't sleep the rest of the night because she too felt like "something" came into the room with me that night. She is an extremely religious woman and she to this day thinks it was a demon following me.

I believe in the spiritual warfare in the sense of personal inner battles with good and wrong but if I was to believe in the Hollywood version of spiritual warfare, that would've been what I would imagine it to be.

Obviously there are numerous explanations for what we all saw but it scared the living piss out of all of us and is the closest thing I've every had to a "supernatural" encounter.

There wasn't anything in The Eagle about it as to a cause but the house burnt to the ground a few years back and the owners have since put up a big gate they keep locked and game cameras to get people with trespassing.

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Yeah I enjoy reading these

Again with the "spiritual warfare"....

I waged spiritual warfare on a double bacon jalapeno cheeseburger from Sonic this morning. It was successfully exorcised and flushed after 3 attempts.

I'm going to wage some spiritual warfare here in 5-10 minutes

There is a large elderly homeless contingent in the Bryan area. I've been to "houses" that have dirt floors in Bryan. Starched Bingo saw an actual person in the window wondering why someone had his high beams on and bothering him. What a ridiculous ghost story. The only thing scary about it is your disconnect in not knowing the plight of the homeless and indigent. Abandoned houses are shelter for people who otherwise have nothing.

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DG's ghost story sucks

I successfully expelled the demon

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I successfully expelled the demon

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Good to see a fellow spirit warrior doing good work

so does anybody, for lack of better word, relate to anything on that show Paranormal Witness? or is that show completly false and bs?

ALL ghosts shows are BS. HTH.

i just want to go on one of those shows as a guest.

Oh boy, I remember this thread! I believe I have posted in it a couple of times with my original handle.

I believe in spirits, for sure.

What about mediums. Do y'all think that there are legit mediums out there?

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I don't believe in mediums. Larges just seem to fit my shoulders better.

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I would be that guy that trys to grab someone and make a scary noise in a tense situation

Ghost Hunters had an episode on Union Station in Kansas City. If you watch it they spend quite a bit of time in the corridor area toward the right end. Picking up signatures etc. Also in the upstairs rooms. Ghosts all over. I helped run an expo there for a week and spent quite a few hours mostly alone in the spots they covered. Morning, noon, and night you name it. Not one single solitary hint of a ghost. And the place was empty. Lets get over it.

yeah but did you have a super special electro-plasma-field detector with you?

I had a nightmare I saw something scary, but it was just lex and her sand dollar nipples.

so you admit to seeing them?

What was in the keechin!

Here's the only thing I can contribute. Not really scary but a little odd.

When I was almost 15, in 1980, my Grandfather spent the night with us for Halloween so he could enjoy visiting with us and see the trick-or-treaters. I stayed up late that night after everyone else had gone to bed. I was building an airplane model and listening to the radio.

Around 2:00 or 3:00 AM, I finally decided to go to bed. Much earlier, my grandfather had gone to sleep in my bed; my brother's bed (in the same room) was empty. I don't recall where my brother was that night, I guess he was at a sleepover or something.

So, anyhow, I decided to go to bed. I opened the door to my room and was able to see my grandfather lying in my bed because there was a slight light from the streetlight coming in beside and under the windowshade. For some reason, I watched my grandfather for a number of seconds. I saw he wasn't breathing and alerted my parents. My grandfather died that night in my bed.

So, soon (the next night or so, I don't recall), I was in my bed attempting to go to sleep. I was lying on my stomach and just drifting off to sleep when I felt a sensation beginning with my feet and traveling up my legs. It felt like someone was laying a heavy (but not burdensome) blanket on me.

It felt odd, so I shifted position, but the sensation began again. This time, I sat up, looked around, gathered my senses, and laid back down to sleep. Again, the feeling began traveling up my legs and made it to my knees. I jumped out of bed and looked at the covers to see what I could see. Nothing unusual.

So, I laid back down, on my stomach, and within a few minutes it began again. This time, I decided not to do anything. The sensation of a blanket being laid on me began at my feet and began moving up. Over the course of a minute, it moved all the way up past my head.

I never saw anything and I never felt anything after that. I wasn't really afraid, I just thought it was odd.

Who knows what it was. I like to think it was my Grandfather somehow "tucking me in".

I do remember my brother wondering why I was the only one who never cried about my Grandfather's death. I was certainly said, but I never got too upset. Don't know why. Maybe I felt like he said goodbye to me.

I think the reason you were not crying was you saw your Grandfather die. I was at my Dads bedside when he passed. I believe in this thread somewhere I feels my Dads presence in my Moms house. I am bot spooked.

But my brother who selfishly left the day 2 hours before he died feels sadness and guilt. Seeing it firsthand comforts

the only thing that happened to me, and it wasnt really scary.

A saturday afternoon, taking a nap before a baseball game, first year out of t-ball so I was young, I had this dream. Me and a bunch of my teammates were on this jeep with one kids dad driving the jeep. We were riding around on some backroads when all of a sudden me and all my teammates jump out of the jeep. We were rolling on the ground then we looked back at the jeep. The one kids dad was still driving, then he took a corner and flipped it, rolled it, landed upside down. Thats when I woke up.

I went to tell my mom the dream and she said dont tell the other kids the dream. We were getting ready to go to the game when my mom got a call. That kids dad died in real life, flipped his jeep.

Now the only thing that was weird to me, and still stands out to me to this day, is that kid and I, we wern't that great of friends. Yes we knew each other but outside of playing baseball I didnt talk to him, he didn't talk to me. I only met his dad once maybe twice at a practice or two.

I wasnt scared, I just found it a weird coincidence.

I had a dream I was in a Scooby Doo cartoon when I was little. It was spooky b/c we were being chased by the phantom.

we have a seer

^lol that only happened once. Its one of the few dreams I actually remember, and has yet to happen again