Dumb people who believe in ghosts.

I saw a phantom defense last week.

AHHH cant post pics yet!


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I work in a brand new hospital. 2 guys fell from scaffolding while building the 5th floor.

At a new hospital, they pretty much open one floor at a time. I work on 3rd floor, and they still haven't opened 5. A few weeks after I started there, I was outside with the security guard, and saw a curtain on the 5th floor open, someone look outside, then the curtain shut. I figured the maintenance or housekeeping people were up there, so didn't think it was a big deal. When I went up to go back to my floor, I got on at one and 5 was already pressed. Doesn't make sense how that happened, but kinda brushed it off. When I pushed 3, it wouldn't even light up. I rode the elevator up to 5, then pushed 3 and rode back down. Creeped me out a bit, but didn't think much of it.

MUCH later (a few months), I told one of the security guards about it. 2 things freaked me out. 1) Only one elevator goes up to that floor, and I distinctly remember that I wasn't on that one. 2) Didn't make sense that the elevator wouldn't stop off at 3 first.

Oh, and a crazy patient said she saw someone fall past her window that night. Turns out that's where the guys fell.

At my old hospital, there are MANY ghosts. The place is really old. One of them hangs out in a trauma room (really big and close to the nurses station, so we can see and get there quickly.) She tends to mess with you and hang out in room 43 when there are patients that cannot get out of bed (they have 3 or 4 broken limbs/quadrapalegics/ ect) She will move stuff around while you are out of the room. Seems like she just hangs around to mess with you, but still freaked me out.

2 Stories both from friends.

Somewhere in Dallas (heard this several years ago and don't remember where exactly) there is some sort of haunted building. My buddy decides to go with some friends to check it out. They get to the building and there aren't any lights and there is a fence around the building. They jump the fence and as they turn around there is a man in his mid 50s right in front of them telling them they aren't supposed to be there. They had never heard him, but they figured that they just never saw him and were really apologetic and jumped immediately over the fence and started walking to the car. One of the guys turns around to see if the old man is there, and he is, but he is about 50yards away inside the building and they can see him through the glass doors. They never heard him walk up, and there was no way that he could have covered the ground it would have required him to cover that quickly especially without making noise. needless to say they got freaked out pretty good, and my buddy still to this day can't explain it (he is very adverse to the ghost thing as am I, I just realize I have an over active imagination at times).

My other story deals with cousins in Oklahoma who are a little bit strange. One of the girls who is maybe 7 or so has always freaked my Grandma out and some of my mom's aunts out. She always gets really scared and says that she sees things and will just matter-of-factly talk about scary spirits and good ghosts that she seems to think are at the various houses. All these cousins live in the Tulsa area and many of them are on very large farms. On one of the farms next to the house that the aunts currently live in is a very old house that was originally built on the property that was my great uncles parents house. It is in ruin now and it is where my great uncles mother died. They have been talking for years about tearing the house down with the tractor because it is just falling apart, but when they make up their mind to do it they freak themselves out a little. Because of the mildew that is in the house and the general smell due to leaks and stuff they rarely enter the house, but before the first time they decided to tear it down they heard something upstairs and thought they saw movement in one of the windows.

Well they go upstairs and leave the door open and bring a gun because they didn't really want animals setting up shop in there because that was what they thought it was. When they got in the room (not a very big house) there was an old chest that was in the middle of the floor that started shaking, and my great uncle thinks some stupid animal has gotten stuck and starts to drag the thing outside when it stops. He drags it down to the first floor and their granddaughter (the creepy one who sees crap) is standing outside because they didn't want her to come in. She of course says she sees something and the my great uncle rolls his eyes and goes to console her and my aunt comes up to the house. Well all hell breaks loose at the house at that point with some wind and random noises and other crap. Needless to say they kind of did a double take and backed out of the house as quickly as they could. When my uncle whent to look for the chest through the front door he couldn't see it where he had left it and the door slammed in his face. He wouldn't go near the house for 2 years and he would speed by it on the way to his house (he had to pass the old house to and from his house) and he almost made a new path through one of his pastures too avoid the house.

Several times when the granddaughter was there she kept saying she would see stuff in the house. At one point she described to the T my great uncles mother, when she had never seen a picture of her before in her life. I think they are scared to tear down the house now and are just going to let it collapse on its own accord. This girl is scary wierd, and they are all a little superstitious up there. I would never walk into the house by myself though because it is creepy as all get out, and I don't really believe in some of that stuff until it can be scientifically proven anyways.

Yes, I see white people all the time.

ttt

My wife swears she saw a man in a suit and a hat like someone in the 40's would wear in our old house. We moved away and years later found out that a man who looked like she described used to own a plantation right where our home was and the office for his plantation was right where our home was. Now I never saw him, but she swears by it to this day and she saw the painting of the man in a book and says it was very similar. FWIW

I live across from Old Parkland in Dallas that's supposed to be supremo haunted. I have a visit scheduled there next week...super excited!

of course, I'm pretty white

On church retreat in 2005 as a chaperone for junior high kids. Went to sleep in the cabin, woke up around 2am to see a black tiger-like creature in my face. Clearly saw fangs, black eyes, black everything else. Giant tail swinging around in circles, giant paws. I screamed like a little girl and started kicking, and I swear to you I was landing these kicks against an object that felt EXACTLY like it would if you were kicking a big cat. The light came on as everyone else was waking up from me screaming and nothing was there. No physical object was in the area I was kicking.

I apologized profusely, said apparently I had a bad dream, but did not tell anyone what I saw because I was embarrassed. I kid you not, I fell asleep and woke up to a kid screaming across the room. The light came on again and everyone, including me, thought he was just making fun of me and pretty much everyone started laughing. Except that he started crying and later that day described to me exactly what he had seen. I never said anything about seeing a big cat but he had seen the exact same thing I had seen. It was freaking strange. The weird thing was I was kicking this giant cat and it snarled but never came close to attacking or biting me.

That happened in 2005, but in the mid-90's I was getting out of the shower in the bathroom, looked into the mirror and I saw the reflection of a vampire-like creature stepping out from behind the curtain. That was a bit scary.

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People are stupid.

can't wait to live alone

This story takes place in a new house, around 7pm, in January of this year.

I am in my office with my trusty companion, a 4 year old lab mix, just after dark. The house is locked up, and I have yet to kick on any lights. From the back of the house comes the loud beeping noise the fridge makes when the door has been left open. Puzzled, I walk into the hallway and towards the dim light in the great room. As I approach the fridge, the light from the open doors illuminates water on the floor stretching out into the room.

Still processing what could have caused this, I close the doors, and that's when it happens. Immediately, the tv on the back wall flips on and starts roaring static. (This is a brand new plasma, that makes an audible click upon powering up and takes several seconds to display a picture). My heart stops, and my stomach turns to ice - I am sure there is someone behind me. I jump to the closest wall, flick on the lights, and turn to face the noise.

The house sits empty with me, the static, my dog (now cowering and shaking against me), and a trail of dripped water leading from the fridge, to the tv, and passed in to my bedroom. My phone, and my gun are in that room. I race out of the house, flipping on every light, and straight to my neighbor. Within 2 minutes my neighbor and I are back at my house, with a shotgun, sweeping the house.

When we enter my room, we find the footprints of wet bare feet passing straight from the doorway to the back wall of my house (no windows). The trail of water went directly from the wall with the fridge to that point. No towels had been used, no steps retraced, no motion sensor lights activated in the back yard.

Nothing that could remotely be considered a ghost story has happened to me before or since. My house does back up to the lake where this happened the same night: http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=news/local&id=7897306

The problem with this being a ghost story is that the driver didn't die on the lake, but at the hospital later. Take what you will from it, it certainly scared the hell out of me.

Thanks for the TTT.

Trick waddled in from the GB to ruin the thread posted on the Outdoors board. It was fun while it lasted, but now is no longer readable.

Buck O Five...that is creepy!

During jr high, my buddies and I would go camping/fishing on the creek on my family's land. Where we would stay had electricity and a patio. It was just down the hill from our horse barns, and my grandparents old house (overlooking the creek). They resided there until the 70's. Across the road from the old house are 2 old buildings that were the original settlement of my hometown. The buildings date back to the 1860's. One has an old cellar that is scary as hell, and I've never been down into. There is even a grave about 1000 yards up the creek of a little girl who died in the 1870, less than a year old.

One night my buddy and I decided to walk from the creek to the front of the ranch, a good mile away. It was clear, summer, full moon, and no wind. When we were walking passed the old buildings around the old house, we heard someone whistling. It freaked us out, so we went and grabbed flashlights and could not find anyone. Def wasnt wind, a radio, or anything electronic.

The next day we talked to my dad about what we experienced, and he joked that it was probably grandpa who passed away in '89 trying to mess with us. I later found out he was known as "whistler" because he would constantly whistle when working. What was even creepier was that this happened not far from his old garden which is where one of the fondest memories I have of him took place. He would always take me there to help him pull weeds. He died in '89 when I was 3.

One of the buildings:



My family has actually restored the two old buildings over the last few years. They look awesome.


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I'm starting to feel really left out because I've never seen, heard, smelled, or otherwise sensed any kind of ghostular activity.

there were four of us drinking beer around a campfire outside my buddy's hunting lodge. We all caught a glimpse of a guy in the house staring at us through the window over the sink. I thought it was someone I just hadnt met and didnt think anything of it. About 15 seconds passed (the guy had moved away from the window) and my buddy's dad says "Tyler, did you just see grandpa?". Tyler said "yeah". His grandfather had died in the house the year before. Also, when they had bought the property his grandfather had made the remark "this is where I want to die". I slept in my truck.

I decided to read some ghost stories on the internet one time in junior high. One particular story was about some lady figure that a group of friends had seen in an old hotel in Galveston. being from Houston, this naturally caught my attention and scared me a little. Later that night, I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep and got to thinking about the story that I had read. All of a sudden I hear a noise that sounds like my VCR is going nuts. I get up to look, and my new remote control boat is going insane. the prop is speeding up and down while every other thing on the boat is randomly and rapidly going off. I went and showed my mom and we ended up taking the batteries out. I was pretty shaken up so I stayed in her room that night. five minutes after I we lay down, a blanket on her wall randomly falls down... freaked me out.

also had a group of friends sleep in the living room one night and say that they woke up to an open back door and a man standing in the frame, watching them. could've been a robber but still freaks me out considering the strange things that happened at that house.

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If it was a robber it's even creepier.

maybe but not shocking. I lived at the end of a long driveway about 100 yards from the road. one night a friend was leaving and all of a sudden some guy who was hiding behind one of our cars gets up and runs off. we looked for him with no luck. another night something in the living room wakes my mom up, when she goes to check it out, the back door is wide open.

a really scary one happened when my mom called asking who had snuck in last night. I had no clue what she was talking about as it was just me and a friend over. we hadn't gone to bed til about 4 but when I went outside, thee screen to the window directly above my bed had been pryed off and the glass was busted.

lastly I was there alone when I heard a window slam. I ran and locked myself in my brothers room and went to call 911. I lost every ounce of air in my lungs and my blood turned cold, when I picked it up and realized the receiver wasn't responding to me turning on the cordless phone. I was sure someone had cut the chord and now where about to come for me. I grabbed a golf club and FLEW out of that house to my neighbors who came out with a gun. cops never found anyone and phone wasn't cut but that's pretty scary when you're 12. I'll never live in around the ghetto again.

my pops passed in our house a few years ago, me and my brother have told each other sh*t we hear when either of us would be the only ones there. However, we lived with our grandmother (his mom) in the house until this year. (I'm in college, brother has family) We are selling the house this year and the last things my g-mother is moving out (she was the only one at the house at this point) is our dad's favorite painting. She told me she would put her life on it that there was no way the car was locked. As she was about 10 ft away from the car, she hears the automatic locks click in. The keys were inside the house and it had never happened to her before.

This was just the last instance upon which we've experienced. My dad was loving, but i know he really didn't want us selling the house.

Great thread

Great thread for October/Halloween 2011

Any ghost tours in your area?

http://www.hauntedtrailsofcastroville.com/ABOUT_GHOST_TOUR.php

edit: added url

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This is a story my parents recently told me

Their house is located out in the country in the Texas panhandle about 8 miles north of my hometown. About 6 miles from their house is an area of really run down, low income houses where farm hands and their families live. To protect our house and all our belongings, and to also give my mother ease at night, they finally decided to have someone come out and install a security system. The gentleman installs it, says everything is up and working like it should, and asks my parents if they have any more questions.

My mom makes an off-hand joke saying "oh my youngest son" (this being my little brother) "will sleep happy at night knowing the motion detector will catch that ghost on his end of the house" and she continues to chuckle thinking nothing of it. Guy looks around and says "There are no ghosts here"... Mom and dad laugh and he repeats " no, there really are no ghosts here, I would see them if there were some."

This gets my parents interested, and the man proceeds to tell them everything he knows about ghosts spirits and demons. "do you know why funerals are held three days after death" he asks. "well Jesus rose in three days" my parents say. "Yes, that's exactly right, and in those three days every person who dies has a choice. "'ghosts' that we see or people claim to see are the spirits that choose to stay behind, are dead and dot believe theyre dead, or are really mean and hateful and are out to hurt someone."

He gave my parents a friendly suggestion... He told them never to go to Santa fe new Mexico.... And then he left

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It's expensive too.

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"Yes, that's exactly right, and in those three days every person who dies has a choice. "'ghosts' that we see or people claim to see are the spirits that choose to stay behind, are dead and dot believe theyre dead, or are really mean and hateful and are out to hurt someone."

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sounds like of like part of the "dead like me" premise

The day my grandfather died, my grandmother came home from the hospital, walked by the kitchen table and a large crystal bowl exploded into hundreds of pieces.

Back in 1985, on a Monday night my wife and I were driving from Wharton to Brenham. It was midnight and a full moon, neither her or I had been drinking. On Hwy 36 about a mile west of Wallis, TX in front of the Hartville cemetary I see something white flash in front of the car, I hear and feel a thud. My wife sees it at the same time and screams "I thing we just hit someone." I immdediately pull over, get out, and look, but do not see anyone or anything. I do not see any damage to my car. My wife is just shaking. After a about 5 minutes, I reset the odomoter and turn around and drive back into Willis and find a constable sitting on Hwy 36. I flag him over and tell him everything that happened. He follows me to the location. He checked my car and found a very small piece of white cotton cloth on my right front bumper. I am not sure how it got there because it was a company car and I only washed it at automatic wash. We search the ditch and all around the area with his spot light and find nothing. My wife is 100% sure even to this day that she saw a man in a white shirt and bluejeans running across the road in front of our car. A week later, I had business in Wallis, and stopped by the constable's office. He had a brief written report which I still have. He was an older guy and told me at least once a month during a full moon someone will report seeing a man, a cow, or something run across Hwy 36 near the Hartville Cemetery. Creepy.

I have...the ESPN ethics manager.

A follow up to my previous post

The gentleman that installed the security system for my parents that said he sees ghosts, he said he has seen them his entire life.

He told my parents he was installing a system for a funeral home in a town nearby. When standing in the lobby while the receptionist filled out the paper work, he asked her "Do you see them?"

"See who," she asked.

"The old gentleman in the WWII uniform and the two ladies to his left." Her mouth dropped. She said there was an old WWII vet along with two older women in the back room getting prepped for embalming.

He said there as not been one funeral he has gone to where the ghost of the deceased is not standing at the foot of the coffin right before burial. My parents asked what the ghosts were doing there, and he replied just watching their loved ones, wishing they could comfort them, right before they moved on or stayed.

He said there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't see a ghost... they are literally everywhere... some roam, some stay, some follow... the following thing creeps me out the most

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He said there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't see a ghost... they are literally everywhere... some roam, some stay, some follow... the following thing creeps me out the most

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