Weird stuff

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I lived in a house in Wimberley for one summer. The house was old, originally built in the 1890's, burned down, built back up on original foundation in the 20's. It was the main ranch house for a 50 acre piece of land. It had also been occupied by the same family until a year before we moved in. There was a grave site and everything.

The bedroom I slept in was a long sun room, built for the grandfather of the last generation to live there. It was long and rectangular with 10 long windows covering the three sides of the room facing outside.

I was sleeping on night, and I don't know if it was a dream, or if the dogs had something to do with it...but I remember seeing something moving outside the windows. My heart just beat faster and faster and the dogs (Zeke, and an old pointer mix my friend had) which were sleeping in the room with me, started to get nervous. They were growling so softly, then louder and started bearing their teeth. I was still laying in bed frozen with fear. I'm a firm believer in animals sensing things we don't. The door, to the porch outside the room started rattling and I let out the most blood-curdling scream I have ever let out. The dogs started barking loudly and viciously (these dogs wouldn't hurt a fly).

I don't know what it was, but it was terrifying.

Other nights, we'd be sitting out on the porch and could hear a little girl singing. It always sounded like it was coming from the grave site.

Nothing was right there, and we all moved out at the end of the summer.

This thread is entertaining. Keep the true ghost stories coming!

Here's another one. My dad's best friend was driving down this country road in the valley one time at night and saw a younger Hispanic guy on the side of the road. This was a long time ago when he was in high school and you would actually consider picking up a hitch hiker at night. So he pulls over to the side of the road and asks the guy if he needed a ride. He said the guy looked inside his car at him for a second and suddenly disappeared. My dad's friend's car immediately shut off, and he said it wouldn't start for a minute. He said it was the most scared he's ever been and still to this day has never driven down that road again.

when my mom was a teenager she and her dad were having a conversation about whether ghosts existed or not. they made a pact with each other that if they existed, whoever died first would come back and "tell" the other one.

when I was in high school, my grandad passed away and the family came down to SA for the funeral. my mom and her sis were alone in the house but my aunt kept looking at the upstairs balcony above the living room. they knew they were alone but could feel another presence.

a week after he passed, my mom was sound asleep and awoke in the middle of the night for no real reason. she laid there for a second and her bedside lamp suddenly came on. she hadn't used it in months, but she said it just came on. she wasn't scared but was convinced it was her dad letting her know.

she told him thanks but to lwt her get back to sleep.

ttt..........

Need more ghost stories.

When I was 13, my dad was killed very suddenly on a Sunday afternoon. Obviously, the following week was really hard for me and my family. My parents were divorced and I lived with my mother most of the time, but my dad lived in the same town, just about a mile from my mom and step-dad's house.

When the family came in, some of them (my dad's 2 sisters and their kids) stayed in my dad's house, along with my older brother who was living there at the time. My cousins all swore that they could hear footsteps at night and the television going on and turning onto the history channel (which my dad loved), but there would be no one in the living room. My dad lived in a trailer so the floors were really loud. He would get up a lot of times in the middle of the night and walk down the hall to check on us in our bedrooms (when my brothers and I were there), and would then walk into the living room and watch television for awhile.

The following Saturday, I spend the day with my best friend, trying to resume life. I remember having a lot of guilt over whether or not I should be having a good time or be sad, that kind of thing. That evening, my mom and step-dad and I went out to eat at what had been my dad's favorite restaurant in town. My best friend and her parents walked in later, said hi and sat down. About 5 minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, thinking it was my friend, but she was sitting on the other side of the room with her parents. I could still feel this hand, and felt it until we got up to leave.

It didn't scare me, because I think it was my dad telling me that it was okay to move on with my life. It was very comforting, and I'll never forget that feeling of his hand on my shoulder.

Eff this thread. Ima wet my pants like a lil girl.

In October of 05 I was sleeping really late at night, probably like 3 in the morning, and i was woken up by the horrible screaming inside of my head. My whole body felt like it was asleep when you lay on your arm for too long, and all i could hear was this screaming coming from inside my head. I heard lots of little kids voices screaming for help, and that they couldn't breath. I was half asleep the whole time and never woke up fully before it stopped and I fell back to sleep. The next morning I woke up and heard on the news that a school in Pakistan had collapsed from a bad earthquake. Not exactly a ghost story, but really weird and I'd swear to it.

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Black Aggie?!

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Black Aggie
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S. E. Schlosser

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.

It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.

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http://www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/md4.html

I used to know a woman who claimed she lived in a haunted house for a few years.

The house was new but, according to her, it was built on a site where the KKK had hung blacks years before.

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I think you have the Goatman's bridge story a little off. I've lived in Denton and now I go to school here and everytime I hear this story it goes like this. In the late 1800's Denton was quite small and Arglye (where goatmans bridge is) barely existed. There was a man that lived out that way who owned several goats and that was how he supported himself. Many of the merchants in Denton thought this old man to be very odd. This guy was a loner and no one knew much about him. Many of the older people in Denton knew this guy and remembered that his wife died mysteriously. A few of the men in Denton got drunk and started riding around the area. They found the old loner herding his goats late at night and drove the old man and his goats off the bridge. When the sheriff found out about this he investigated and could no longer find the old man or his goats.Weeks later after an event in the city a family was crossing the bridge in their wagon and could hear odd noises from underneath the bridge. After they crossed the bridge they looked back and saw the man staring at them, holding the heads of goats, one under each arm. Now the stories are that you can hear the sound of hooves on the bridge and splashes in the water and some people say they saw the man but his head was a goats head. I've been to this bridge many times and scared countless freshman but I've never seen the man. I do admit that the bridge is a unnerving at night and I have heard the splahes and heard weird sounds while standing on the bridge. I have also heard it's a place statanists hang out. It's definately a good place to take a girl if you want her to hang all over you.

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http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=60089&st=0

anyone from North Texas? I've actually been to GM's bridge, live only 20 min from it

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My mother in law passed away almost 5 years ago. I tell my boys that she is their guardian angel. When my oldest was 11 months old, he broke a very large (2ft tall) glass jar that had belonged to her. Despite the fact that the glass exploded into a million shards, and he had cuts on both sides of his body, indicating that he was facing the flying glass, not a single piece went into his eyes. I told him that gramma was watching out for him.

A couple of month ago, still missing her alot, I asked her for a sign that she was still around us. That night, I pulled an old novel out of a desk drawer and started to read it. A piece of paper fell out of the book and I realised it was a clipping of her obituary, which I had written. I don't even remember having it, and I know my husband wouldn't have put it in a historical romance novel.

It makes me feel better to think she's watching over us. I feel so awful that as much as she loved us, she only got to be around for 9 months of my oldest son's life and none of the youngest. I hope that she's somewhere that she can see what great grandkids she has.

one time back at our old house in venezuela i walked into the hallway leading to my bedroom and i swear i saw my brother go in the bathroom at the end of the hallway and close the door....i saw someone...it was a human figure go in so i just deduced it was my brother since he was around that side of the house...

well i went over and knocked on the door and when i got no answer i opened it and the light was off and NO ONE was in there

scared the jeebus out of me

Alzheimers setting in early gambo?

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gambochaman
posted 8:48a, 01/15/08 only time i saw (or think i saw) some kind of ghost was back at our old apt in venezuela. i had just stepped into the hallway (mom and dad's room on the right, bathroom on the far end at the left) when i look left and see what i thought was my brother enter the bathroom and slam the door...(i just caught the last glimpse of him as he entered) so i went and knocked to see if he was ok and i get no response...i open the door and there was no one there and the light was off..

freaked the ever living hell out of me

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i knew i had posted it already but i didnt know this was the same thread

forgot the face

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soon i hope

galveston ghost tour?

I not going.

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one day my cousin went into her room to check on her and she looked at my cousin and said clearly, despite the fact that she could no longer speak, "He told me well done good and faithful servant."

she died two days later.

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this kind of thing is very common with people right before they die. it is like they get a final push of lucidity and energy before death. actually it is one of the things my grandpa's hospice nurse talked to us about.

two days before my grandpa died from kidney cancer he became very lucid and much stronger and talked to us like nothing was wrong with him. this being after weeks of him being borderline comatose and non-responsive.

they even mention it in the booklet given to families when a family member enters into hospice.

The last one got rained out right Lauren?

Ghost hunting trip sounds good right now but I know if I went I'd wish I stayed home. Supernatural crap scares the hell out of me.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Ha. I forgot about this thread. My friend has some messed up ghost stories from her old house in college station she grew up in.

They were planning on moving because they were getting so freaked out by all of the things they had seen, and her mom was packing some stuff up. The radio suddenly turned on but was not plugged in. Her mom freaked out and threw the radio across the room and a voice from the radio yelled, "Do you think you can leave this house?!" They promptly finished moving out that next week.

This is only one of a long list of stories my friend told me. She said her dad had some stuff happen to him as well, but he was so shaken up by it that he won't talk about it to anyone.

I said something on the top of page four about the wife working in an "iffy" old house.

A couple of weeks ago, the maid came down and asked why the bathtub upstairs was full of water. No one had been up there in days and only four people have keys to the house (it was very recently rekeyed). The water was clean/fresh, so it's not like it was backed up sewage or anything. It was also filled up about 3/4 of the way - like someone was going to take a bath - not just a little in the bottom or overflowing like something broke and just ran and ran. Plus, it's a really old style tub and the drain stopper is weird - you have to pick up this big plunger thing, turn in 1/4 of a turn, and set it back down to close off the drain. I still can't figure out a logical explanation for it...

Last week, she called me and said "I'm going to send you some pictures - tell me if you see what I see.



These ceilings are probably 12' tall. There is nothing around the hand print that someone would be working on (air vent, light fixture, etc). It's right above her desk and she usually leans back and looks up when she talks on the phone - said she's never noticed the hand print before and that it's pretty dark in person. We've both prettymuch chalked it up to it being a handprint from a sheetrocker/painter from long ago that she's just missed over the past couple of months, but it's still pretty odd considering the crazy plumbing/faucets in the house.

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Bandito that is screwed way the hell up if true.

this could probably be explained, but it only happened once, so your guess is as good as mine.

backstory: me and sister, home alone late at night. mom's working graveyards. i'm about 13, she's about 11. when my mom worked graveyards we slept in the living room on our sectional. the living room connected to a hallway. my mom's master bedroom was on one side. in her room was a lamp on the far corner of the bedroom from the entrance, probably about 20 feet. it's one of the touch lamps, has dim, medium, high setting. all along that 20 foot wall was a mirror that always always always freaked me out.

ok, so one night my sister and i are getting ready to sleep. all the lights are off and we're watching tv. my mom's bedroom door is open. suddenly, i can see reflected in the hallway a light, going from dim, medium, high, off. over and over again. i look at my sister and she's seeing the same thing. damnit for being the big brother, i get up, and stand at the hallway entrance. sure enough, the damn lamp in my mom's room is going from dim, medium, high, off, dim, medium, high, off, etc. from my vantage point i can't tell if anyone is actually touching the lamp, just that it's going. i slowly walk forward to the point where, without peeking my head into her room, i can look at that damn mirror and see that no one is in the room. i walk the entire way into her room, stupid lamp is still going, i walk the whole length of her room with that stupid mirror on my left, in a cycling light environment (it's the only light in her room), and stand right next to the lamp as it's still going. i reach out and touch it, the cycling stops. didn't start up again. never did it before, never did it after.

like i said, there's probably some explanation for it, but that's easily the most scared i've ever been in my entire life.

anymore stories?

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My friend has some messed up ghost stories from her old house in college station she grew up in.

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I would make an investigative trip out there you CS ghost hunters...

Brav that is weird...could have been a short but stopping after you touched it is freaky.

Back in college I dated this girl who had really pale white skin and just kinda of laid there. I always swore she was a ghost!