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Post by The Curmudgeon on Apr 16, 2007 21:15:57 GMT 2
 Do YOU believe in ghosts?I've always been a fan of unexplained phenomena. Whether its trashy "listen to the scary music and look at the shaky camera reconstruction’s, folks" TV shows about the subject, movies on the subject or reading internet discussions - the likes of Bigfoot, UFO's, the Loch Ness Monster and, especially, ghosts, just never gets old. So, ghosts, then. Arguably the most plausible of all the "Believe It Or Not", it's also the one with the most personal experience stories (well, I can't imagine many people having Bigfoot stories). Everyone you know has either seen a ghost or knows someone who's seen a ghost, and I love hearing all that stuff. The picture above is a bit of a ghost story in itself, and not just the typical "comedy" picture I would use. It was a picture taken in the Amityville house (I'm not sure who by) and there was no little boy in the picture at the time. When you study the case, and look at the boy in the picture and the boy that was murdered.. well.. needless to say that is fairly creepy (far more creepy than the movies, anyway). Personally, I've never seen anything even half ghostly (and I don't really know what I would do if I ever did), but my own ghost story is borrowed from my wife's own experience when she was about 12. She was staying at her cousin's house, which always had its fare share of freaky shit happening (chairs rocking by themselves, weird noises, that sort of thing) and she and her cousin were sleeping in the same bed (steady..), and there was a poster of Laurel and Hardy on the wall. So, it's early morning and the two girls are just lying talking, and my wife looks across the room at the picture. And Stan Laurel winked at her. Yeah, I know what you're thinking - her imagination. I immediately thought "bullshit" to myself as well, except for what happened next. My wife's cousin jumps back in the bed and said "did that poster just wink?" Add to the fact my wife isn't one of those annoying people who just makes up stories for the hell of it (God I hate people like that) and you have one pretty spooky story. Man, if only Oliver Hardy had wiggled his tie.. So now it’s your turn, faithful Dwellers - know any spooky stories? Ever seen anything you can't explain? Come on - make our hairs stand on end.. |
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Post by trashcanman on Apr 16, 2007 21:16:48 GMT 2
I have no shortage of friends and co-workers who have had experiences and I've had a few "hair-raising" experiences myself, but most of them were probably in my head (though for me they almost all happened along the same creepy stretch of road I used to drive through at the witching hour) so I'll just stick with the slightly bizzare tale of my first apartment. Shortly after moving in, my wife started noticing shadows moving out of the corner of her eye and such things. Then she swears that one night while she was alone, she went to the bathroom (toilet seat down, yes?), took a shower, and then stepped out of the shower to find the toilet seat up. As she relayed this tale, I -being an asshole and all- laughed at her and joked about the "toilet seat burglar" (a chauvenist pig who breaks into women's home when they're alone just to lift the toilet seat up in protest of women's constant nagging on the subject) for weeks until she started reporting other weird stuff that her best friend had seen as well. My wife then began having problems with alcohol (she is not a drinker) and our reltionship began to suffer because of her behavior which culminated in a night she swears she was possessed by an entity. I am sworn to secrecy on the details of what exactly transpired, but I remember waking up in te middle of the night hearing my wife in the bathroom shrieking "I AM THE DEVIL!!!" at the top of her lungs for quite some time. This is not normal behavor, even for a someone who is drunk and for her, it's unheard of. I found myself unable to move; it's not like I was paralyzed or being held down, it's just like I was in a trance and couldn't muster up the willpower to even sit up. Very weird. This went on for some time with me fading in and out of consciousness for what seems like hours until I woke to hear my wife whimpering about how much she loves Jesus and thanking him for something. She is not an atheist or agnostic, but she is not devoutly religious at all and I am straight-edge and was therefore, perfectly sober through the whole affair. Her memory of that night is spotty and ranges from no memory of it at all the day after to swearing she was possessed as bits of memory returned. Shortly after all this we suffered through a sudden biblical plague of mice in our apartment before deciding to move out. The landlady who evicted our neighbors (who shared a wall with us) declared that particular apartment to be "of the devil" and appeared to be sincerely terrified of it after she cleaned it after evicting the residents. I never got her to elaborate on what she saw or found in there, she would just give me a scared look and repeat that the devil was in there. I know first apartments are supposed to be a challenge, but I didn't sign up for that shit! I may never have seen the things my wife or her friend said they saw, but I'd have to say that I was convinced by the time I moved out that something was up in that building.
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Post by Ben on Apr 16, 2007 21:17:40 GMT 2
I, too, love everything to do with the supernatural. I love watching all the crazy TV shows about first hand experiences and such.
As for my own experiences, I had one very similar to Trashcanman's.
Last New Year's Eve I was at a huge party with my family and a bunch of family friends. At around 3 in the morning everyone was either passed out drunk or had gone to bed for the night. Me and a girl I've known my whole life were still awake, and not having been able to drink with so many adults around, went to the basement and proceeded to drink anything and everything there was in her dad's liquor cabinet.
Now I'm not one to drink often at all, even though just about everyone I know does. I always feel guilty when I sneak alcohol (that may sound like a load of bullshit coming from a high schooler, but I really do feel bad) so I never drink enough to get me drunk, and even then at 3AM on New Year's Day I didn't drink a large amount of anything.
This girl, on the other hand, emptied a quarter bottle of vodka in 5 minutes and commenced to take out some other stuff too. I didn't know it at the time, but from what I understand, that wasn't a new activity for her.
Before I start a rant about underage drinking, I'll get on with the story. I was still short of tipsy, but this girl was completely wasted. She started acting very strange. At first I was thinking that it was because of the alcohol, but then she started mumbling about God and she said something about how she was afraid of something. Nearly everything she was saying was so jumbled I couldn't understand it. I said "Katie-" and she cut me off, looked up at me, and her eyes seemed to get twice as big as normal. She said in a voice I can honestly say was not her own "Don't call me that. It isn't my name." and continued staring at me. I got a slight chill and asked "What IS your name then?" and she responded "I am Satan, the Almighty Lucifer!" and then she looked down at the ground with those unnaturally wide eyes. As soon as she said it chills raced through my body. Both of us just sat on the floor for ten minutes; she wasn't moving, I'm pretty sure she never blinked during that ten minutes, and I was actually afraid she stopped breathing. Then, as if nothing has happened, she rolled onto her back laughing and talking about something that had happened to her the other day. She started a drunk ramble and I sat there praying. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life.
The next day I was thinking about what had happened and wondering if I had, indeed, been drunk and imagined everything. I was starting to make myself believe I had imagined it or dreamed it, so I told Katie in a joking tone what she had said to me. She laughed a little saying stuff like "Yeah... I can be pretty strange when I'm drunk." This seemed to confirm that it was all an illusion caused by the alcohol, but as she turned to walk upstairs, she said again in that unearthly voice "You know what I said!" and she gave me the most sinister smile I have ever seen. Again, chills ran through my body. She's seemed normal ever since, except for one thing. Every time I see her she gives me a smile just as sinister as the one I got on New Year's Day.
I'm not sure if that qualifies as a ghost story, but it definitely isn't an every-day occurrence.
A few months after this happened to me I decided to see what the religious aspect on possession was and discovered the book AN EXORCIST TELLS HIS STORY by GABRIELE AMORTH. It's written by the Chief Exorcist for the Catholic church and really sheds some light on a subject modern culture refuses to accept as real. I highly recommend it to those in the Fortress who are interested in supernatural phenomena.
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Apr 16, 2007 21:18:24 GMT 2
Well, I was hoping for a better response from this one, but doesn't look like its going to happen. Never mind.
So, Trashy - you first. Have you ever been tempted to go back to that place? How long ago did all this happen? Did you never see anything?
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Post by trashcanman on May 22, 2007 10:31:59 GMT 2
Oops, I haven't returned to this thread for some time. That's why this new site is so much better; the old threads don't get pushed so far down. To belatedly answer your questions, Curmudgeon, we never set foot in that hellhole again (nor wanted to) and I'm still waiting to experience some supernatural phenomena for myself that can't be dismissed as a possible product of my overactive imagination. I suppose one COULD chalk my wife's experience up to her brief flirtations with substance abuse, but I've heard a whole lotta "one time I was sooooo drunk" stories from a whole lotta people, and none even vaguely resemble that one. I've heard so many sincerely told firsthand tales of ghostly experiences from people that I trust that I would find it hard to dismiss the existence of spirits in this world. Come on, dead folks, talk to me!
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Post by The Curmudgeon on May 22, 2007 11:57:28 GMT 2
Yeah, man - the "post a reply, thread goes back to the top" function was one of my main reasons for "upping sticks" to the new board.
Anyway, have you ever used a Ouija board, Trashy? (And, er, anyone else?)
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Oct 31, 2007 20:45:55 GMT 2
Halloween inspired BUMP.
A chance to revist some older "horror" based threads in honour of arguably the coolest time of year.
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Post by hackersanonymous on Nov 16, 2007 3:04:45 GMT 2
Hurry up for Halloween, Halloween, Halloween... Hurry up for Halloween (etc etc)...
In terms of ghosts and whatnot... I'd love to believe there's something out there... I want to believe it, but shit like Most Haunted on Living TV (a really crappy show presented by The Great Pretender Derek Accorah) really puts me off...
My mood is further darkened when they do a spin-off where he goes to Egypt to talk to the ghosts in the pyramids... Must be handy being able to talk ancient Egyptian, eh?
Toodles!
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Nov 16, 2007 9:17:03 GMT 2
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