Ghost Stories

[kré]

i've been reading a few on some other forums and i was wondering if anyone here had any they'd like to tell. i'll post some of the other ones here and then i'll tell my own...

Well, when I was six, my family lived in this old rancher house out in the N. Alabama woods that a discount broker found for us (didn't have much money). The space and condition were good for the sum my parents paid for the place.

Anyway, I swear that the garage was evil. The garage had a high ceiling- about 20 ft, same height as the ground floor and half of the basement beneath the place. Since the house was old, it had these massive garage doors and huge archaic mechanisms with chains that led to counterweights in the middle of the garage to help open them. Without fail, every week there we would find the gnarled, decapitated or dismembered body of some small woodland creature (and sometimes a pet) caught in the opening mechanisms. We buried them in a clearing in the woods and by the time we moved out the house had a nice little pet cemetery of its own. Sometimes I would hear scratching, like some small animal, on the door that led from the garage into the living room, but when I opened it, there was nothing there.

Eventually, I found myself suddenly waking in the middle of the night, and as I lay there trying to drift back, I caught the muffled opening and closing of a car door from our garage, but the house was completely dark and otherwise still, and I could hear my parents and siblings snoring from their rooms next to me. It started happening more often after that. Sometimes, I could hear footsteps on the hollow set of stairs that led up from the lowered garage and the rattling of the loose knob to the door that led inside to the living room. I only once heard the squealing hinges of that door opening in the middle of the night, and as a result, I could not to go to sleep for the next few days.

There was a drop down ladder that led to the attic from the garage. It confounded my father that he many times found the attic hatch down and ladder unfolded when he left for work in the morning. He certainly didn't remember going into the attic and when he interrogated us kids, we all denied it. Being the untrusting father that he was, one night, after we were all asleep, he took a bag of flour, and working out spread it in a fine 20 ft dusting around the bottom of the ladder. He was going to catch a footprint or some evidence of disruption and try to make a match to the early morning prankster. Sure enough, the ladder was down the next day, shod footprints and what looked like something heavy being dragged through the flour dust. Delighted, my father tried matching every shoe we in the house to the print, never coming up with a match as the print seemed to be 2 sizes larger than any shoe or boot we had. He called the police, and they searched every square inch of our house and attic. All the doors had been locked the previous night and nothing unusual could be found. The police and my father concluded the investigation shortly after that.

Coming back from a party with my parents one cold night, I was sleeping under some heavy coats in the backseat. Well, I guess my parents were tired or drunk off their asses, but they left me in the car without waking me (heavy sleeper except when woken by ghosts J ). You guessed it, I suddenly woke in a pitch-black garage wondering where the hell I was and fearing my worst nightmare had come true. The radio was on but it didn’t seemed to be tuned. It was an older car with a radio that had a backlit, white band that had the station numbers, and from under my covers, I could see the band was lit and the red dial moving erratically from one station to the next, no keys in the ignition! The car started rocking back and forth and then suddenly stopped. I heard the opening of a car door, but couldn’t see anything under the coats. I was scared shitless. I rolled into the legroom behind the front seat and covered my ears. The next day, my parents found me asleep in the car, the car door was open, as was the attic door and the ladder to the attic was unfolded.

Soon after this incident, we discovered that, not the previous owner, nor the one before, but the second owner of the house, had been murdered in her car, while parked in our very garage. Missing at first, a search was mounted to no avail, and her mummified body was not discovered until the owner after her decided to replace the fluffy vermiculite asbestos in the attic. Eventually, many years later, they tracked down car, then the killer, and the story came out. The owner had been a single woman in her late forties that dated frequently. The woman had picked up the killer for a date. They had a nice night, and the guy convinced the woman for something of a nightcap. She parked the car in the garage. He turned on the radio and proceeded to strangle her to death. Originally, he was going to bury her in the woods, but the attic door gave him an idea. He carried her body up the tall ladder. In the attic, he pried the step boards up, buried her body in the thick deposit of vermiculite mineral insulation, and carefully put the step boards back. He then filled the car with her valuables and escaped down the dark road into the woods.

There's nothing worse than being a latchkey kid in a house that aint quite right. That's what I was. And to top that off our house was out in the woods, the nearest neighbor was no closer than half a mile away. After the school bus would drop me off at my driveway, I'd always hesitate at the darkened windows, the venetian blinds behind them always turned half way. I'd always imagine dark shapes moving behind the blinds but would eventually muster up the courage to go inside to find the house empty. It never failed to send a shiver down my spine though. One day I came home and the white venetians were completely closed. All of them. I thought it was odd because they were almost always half open, my mom liked the house somewhat bright. At first it actually made my approach to the house easier because my mind couldn't play tricks on me, that is, until I saw a gap in the blinds of the master bedroom, like somebody inside was staring out at me. I may have even imagined a finger parting them. I faltered, but then thought, nah, it's just something leaning against the window catching the blinds like the backing of a rocking chair. I started walking down the long driveway again until I noticed that the parting in the bedroom window was gone....It was now in the living room window. I was beginning to get nervous but then again, it could have just been my parents home early. I didn't see their cars outside so they may have parked in the garage and perhaps they were doing something "private". I "comforted" myself with this thought until I got up to the front door. I rang the bell, knocked. Nobody answered. I called out their names. Nothin. Now our front door was solid oak, except for a small window at the top which was fogged glass. When I had just inserted my key I noticed movement above me, in the small window. I looked up thinking "Ahh, it must be my father" until I saw that the top of the head that appeared in the fogged glass had a mane of long blond hair when we all had almost black hair. My warning bells started going "Intruder, intruder" I dropped my bag and high tailed it to my neighbors house. It must have been the fastest half mile ever run by an eight year old kid. When I told the neighbor this story, he grabbed his shotgun (this is Alabama mind you) and drove me back. When we pulled up, the house looked completely different. The venetian blinds, every last one of them, instead of being closed were open and raised completely to the top. Jim (the neighbor) went in, toting his shotgun, checked every door, every closet, the attic and the basement and came out red faced and flustered. Nothing. He waited there with me until my parents got back home told them the whole story and recommended a good beating for me (which I got).

[kré]

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The basement of our old rancher in Alabama was pure cinderblock. It was long and wide and cool in the summer, somewhat cryptlike when the lights were off muffling all sound upstairs, but It was dark more than anything else. Not one particle of light could penetrate its walls even during a bright summer noon once the flourescent lights were off and the door at the top of the stairs creaked shut.

The basement's shape matched the stretched rectangle of our house except for one room apportioned at the end fartherst from the stairs. That room was my play room where all of my legos and video games and other toys were stored. One weekend night I stayed up late to polish off TMNT arcade on my NES. I was so engrossed in the game that I never imagined when my parents stopped in to say goodbye that when I finally turned off the system that the entire basement except for my small pool of light would be dark. My parents had retreated upstairs and closed the door after flipping off the bank of light switches at the top. Shit, the light switches are at the other end! The flickering incandescent of my game room seemed weak and paltry, easily swallowed by the pressing volume of darkness just beyond the door. I hesitated. I'd get shit for leaving the light on but I seriously didn't want to turn it off while picking my way through the long, cluttered corridor to the stairs. Sure, I would still be in near complete darkness but I could look back and the light could reassure me. How wrong I was.

I started out towards the stairs but was soon stopped by a shuffling sound. It resounded with all the sinister echo that undressed cinder block walls and concrete floors breed. Dead in my tracks I stood except for my heart beating at a fly's wings' pace. I called out. "Mom? Dad? Are you still down here?" Nothing. Then a ruffling of fabric and the shuffle of feet on concrete again and a grinding noise as if somebody was pulverizing the dust of the basement against the floor, closer this time. I was hysterical but frozen in place.

I remembered the light I had left on in the game room. I only had to look back and be reassured. That would break the spell that held me in place. I turned my eyes toward it, searching for light. What I saw horrified my 8 year old brain. By the light falling, tumbling out the door a silhouette, all limbs and shadow and hair it seemed to me. And that was when I first felt it, a hand around my neck. No! Behind me! I whirled on nothing but darkness. I bolted upstairs as fast as I could, falling and tripping over everything in the way. I burst through the door and shut it, bringing all of my weight to bear on it before collapsing.

When I awoke it was still dark. My neck burned like a hot brand had been pressed upon it. When I looked in the mirror of my bathroom the bruised imprint of a hand showed on my neck, the clear outline of a thumb on my trachea as if poised to strangle me...

[annie]

eep :eek:

[kré]

eep :eek:

tell me about it. hairs are standing on the back of my neck, no doubt.

i might as well tell mine now.

when i was 9, i was asleep on my top bunk bed facing the wall, and i was awoken by someone tapping my shoulder, i rolled over and saw what looked like an apparition of an old man that i didn't recognise, but looked kind of like my dad and he whispered at me to come with him. i screamed and pulled the blankets up over my head, and my dad came into my room a few seconds later and turned the lights on, and i pulled the blankets back and the apparition was gone. i told my dad what happened and he told me to go back to sleep. if i remember correctly, it was about a month later that it happened again, however this time i was laying on my back and he woke me up by rubbing on my chest instead. it was really cold where he touched me, and he whispered again for me to come with him. this time instead of screaming, i just called my dad (i think he was still up in the lounge room watching tv at this point) and he came in and turned the lights on and the apparition disappeared again.

now here's the kicker. a few years later, i think i was like 13, my dad's father died, and we went to his house (down near jervis bay) to sort out all his stuff, and we found some photo albums. i saw a picture in there of my dad's father with his brothers, and one of them was the guy who was standing at my bed. i asked my dad about him, and dad told me that he only met him once when he was about 9 (!) because he lived a while away, which was unfortunately when he died. apparently dad and two of his 5 brothers went camping somewhere up near newcastle with his dad and this uncle, including this one. on the second day of the trip, my dad's uncle asked my dad and his brothers to come with him and go swimming in the river, but they declined, so he went alone and he drowned. a lot of people have told me how much i look like my dad, especially when we were both younger.

also, i don't know if this was a coincidence or not, but as my dad finished telling me that story, my nose started bleeding, and i don't get nosebleeds, ever.

and i think this story is a big part of why i never really go swimming anywhere except for in pools.

[kré]

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About four or five years ago, some friends and I (five in all) decided to hike as far back into the woods near my house as we could. We left the house at around 10:30 A.M., and, after several uneventful hours of hiking, came upon a clearing in the woods around dusk fall(we had kept a straight path north from the start). Now, we had come upon quite a few clearings of the same type on the way, but this one was different; it was the middle of summer, blazing hot weather, and for some reason, we all got cold as fuck when we entered the clearing.

About 30-40 feet before the clearing, a well-worn path started leading straight into the area. right at the edge of the woods, on either side of the path, were two fresh, clean cut tree stumps. Up to the stumps, it was nice, humid summer air. But past that boundary it became a fucking ice pit. I was the first to enter the clearing, closely followed by my four comrades (we were sticking as close as possible, this place let off one BAD ASS vibe). About 90 feet to the left was what appeared to be an access road, but father time and mother nature seemed to have whooped the shit out of it, as it was over grown with brush, and in the middle of the road was a big tree (it was a gravel road, btw). the road led to the middle of the clearing, right into one helluva raggedy ass barn. By raggedy, i mean this thing had holes the size of a buick all over it, roof, sides, everywhere.

We approached the barn warily. we found a small spot to the side where there was a hole large enough to fit around three heads side by side for a peek, while providing shelter for the rest of the bodies, including the two that were keeping lookout, so no one would be seen from the inside of the barn if we moved fast enough. I was (unwantingly) elected to be one of the "peekers", and only one other person would own up to look inside with me. Inside, there were just the usual abandoned/rarely used barn items; an old tractor hook-up, some tobacco sticks, chicken wire, etc. We were about to tell the others it was cool, no worries, when we started hearing machinery. Everyone looked around, but to no avail, there was nothing that could make such a noise THAT LOUD that we could see, and as far as we knew, there weren't any highways near the area.

My friends and i turned just in time to see quite possibly the FREAKIEST fucking thing on earth. about six feet off the ground, in the middle of the barn, was a small pin point of light. but it was solid black, yet it was letting of a blinding green light. It steadily grew larger for about three seconds, and suddenly, it expanded to about a 12 foot diameter. The light faded, and all that was left was the black ball. It started to split and crack along the surface, letting a soft, reddish light flow from inside. Suddenly, with a deafening sound (closest i can put it, imagine a tupper-ware burp, amplified by 1000 times, then given to the guys at Lucas Arts to jazz up a little.), the ball exploded. when the light faded yet again, there stood the most horrifying thing possible. It looked like Mr.X from Resident Evil 2, except slimmer, and turned inside out, with only solid, red, slick muscle covering it. The creature had no mouth, but instead wore a mask that covered from the bridge of it's nose to it's chin. In each hand it carried a Scythe. We had little time to ogle this failed genetic freak, however, because it reared it head back, spine arched, and let out an inhuman scream.

We turned to run, sprinting across the open ground, which wasn't so open anymore. Where once there was green grass, there now lay dead cows, deer, lambs, and god knows what else. Carcasses strewn all over, disemboweled, decapitated, innards thrown around like some kind of birthday party for the likes of Ed Gein. Dodging the corpses, we heard the sound of it's appearance again, except closer. I prayed that it wasn't close as i ran, as i was last in the line of our ass hauling brigade. I shot a quick glance back, saw that it was right on me, and looked forward just in time to see my friend Cody stumble and slip in a pile of cow. I knew we didn't have time to stop and try to help him up, so i did what i could. As i tore by, I snagged the collar of his shirt, dragging him with me as we made for the path only 10 more feet away. as we ran, he regained footing and started running with me. Just when i could almost feel the thing breathing down my neck, we rushed past the stumps. I almost didn't stop when i heard the wet smack of the creature hitting a wall. I turned to watch, the creature was stopped at the very edge of the path, right between the stumps. It looked as though it had hit a power transformer, it was writhing around in agony, suspended in mid-air by god knows what super natural forces. As i was about to turn and run, i heard it scream again, but this time, it was choked off by the sound of it teleporting again.

Needless to say, we made it home in just under four hours, dead run the whole way. We ran right for the police, told them what happened. They took Cody in the basement so he could shower off, and asked us to take them to where we saw the thing. We said we didn't take a road, that we hiked for hours to get there, and when they asked us to go back with them the next day, we frantically refused. As we waited for the other guy's parents to pick them up, i stared long and hard at a large picture of the entire city taken by a sattelite in the 80's. I found my house (well, where my house is NOW, in the picture, it was a vacant lot), and then counted the number of clearings we hit, until i found the clearing we were in. I pointed it out to the police officers, and they sent four officers to check it out after mapping out a route to get there. The officers returned later, almost completely repeating out story, except they had a car to get away in. They had tried to pull the car around the tree in the middle of the road, and almost made it, when they saw a bright green light. the creature tore ass at the car, and they started to back out, it dove, and smacked on the hood, chest first. the car went completely past the tree, back the way it came, and as soo as the creature touched the edge of the woods, it "died" again. The next day, they sent out a larger investigation, but to no avail. The four policemen and my five friends all went through individual counselling, and though a few more investigations have been done, history has not been repeated yet. A few people around school heard about it, and the media club even asked me (i'm the only one whose name they knew, the others were anonymous) to take them to the spot so they could shoot a segment for the school's newscast halloween special. Needless to say, i refused, and when they asked for directions, i told them 'no' again, even though i was verbally abused by almost every prep in the school for being a 'puss' for not going back or even giving directions.

That's about all the details. If someone wants cliffs, ask someone else to do them, because i can't really put that into cliffs.
Oh and sorry about the random humor here and there, i just throw that in there to lighten it up a bit, as much for myself as for the reader.

If you want the other stories (not as scary), then lemme know, and i'll try to post them before i pass out.

EDIT: forgot a minor detail; After the initial search team came back, there was a large, humanoid shaped blood stain on the hood of the car. They collected samples and sent it off for testing, and said that it didn't match any known DNA sample in the database, but it was, in fact, human blood, except that it was missing something. They never told me what was missing, but i'm willing to bet that they got the gov't involved and studies were done. Aside from the ass hat preps at school, no one has mentioned it to me since about 2 years ago.

[Lina]

I had a friend who got beaten up by her dad a lot. About the time she turned 17 she heard her dad beating the hell out of her mum again and suddenly caught herself on the way to their bedroom with a knife in hand. She decided it might be best if she move out before she killed him. She moved in with a girl who had just had my friends brothers child. My friends brother wanted nothing to do with the girl (charming family, let me tell you) so she was given a temporary home in a house used by abused women for a decade. My friend, let's call her Lucy, rang me up in the middle of the night absolutely beside herself - I could hardly get a word out of her she was so distraught. She said there was someone in the house and that herself, her friend and the baby were holed up in the bedroom with the bed pushed against the door. I calmed her down and told her I would ring the police - I didn't have a car at the time and besides that, I'm no hero. So the police turn up, they find nothing and leave. Lucy visited the next day and she relayed all of the stuff that had been happening there over the past couple of weeks. I was a bit freaked out but it's really difficult to believe stuff like what she was telling me. We talked about it a bit and I kind of bluntly asked if they were seeing and hearing stuff in the house on pure nerves - the two of them had been really roughly treated over the years. Lucy asked me to go to the house with them for a couple of hours and see if they were having a group hallucination or something. So I did...curious I guess.

First thing I noticed when I stepped into the house - it was really cold and dark. I mean, light was coming in from the windows but it felt just so dark. We sat down to have a cup of coffee when the phone rang - Lucy's friend answered, paled then motioned for me to come over. When I listened into the receiver I could hear the baby really clearly like it was the baby on the other line, even though for one, the baby was in a basinet right where I could see her and two...babies making phone calls?? About this time I put down the phone and started getting a constricting feeling around my chest and this unreal sense of panic like I best get my arse out of there. We started hearing banging noises from under the house and these bizarre shadows crept along the wall where Lucy was standing. In an attempt to be logical I suggested we all go and see what the banging was all about. So we went into the garage. It's really wierd but on one wall of the garage you can sort of step up and theres about a metre high crawl space where you can get under the house and there were these footprints under there, leading right back and they were HUGE. I've never seen feet that big and I wondered how the hell someone that tall could have made those prints without knee marks or hand marks or something. We walked back and sat on the veranda - I really didn't want to go in the house again. So we just sat there kind of stunned and freaked out when this toy car flew out of nowhere and hit my foot. And I kid you not, it REVERSED and hit my foot again. This is when I took the hint and got the hell out of there. I offered the girls to stay at my house for the night and Lucy took me up on the offer but in the long term they had nowhere else to go. I think they lasted another week before things got really wierd and violent and mostly around the baby - like things would materialise in her bed or she would be pushed violently off the lounge. Things like that. Crazy man. I think all of that bad, lonely, hurt energy that has been in that house over the decade had tainted it somehow.

[Lina]

I have a few stories to tell actually. I think some people are more prone to these kind of experiences for some reason. My parents had purchased a really large block of land which they had sub-divided, sold a few blocks, built our house on one and another house down the road to sell off. As a bit of a treat dad said myself, my brother and sister and two of the neighbourhood kids could stay in the house for a couple of nights over the school holidays. We were so excited and went out and bought food and generally being hyperactive...think I was about 13. Anyway, we set up camp. We put a fold out bed in the loungeroom to serve as a lounge and a couple of foam matresses in the bedroom. I was the oldest so we were all pretty young and a bit scared of sleeping in the seperate rooms. After messing about for a while we went to bed at about 10. My friend April, who's about the same age, and I were lying next to each other and stayed awake for a bit longer just chatting quietly. We had sort of wound down and were starting to doze off when the cattle dog dad had insisted we take with us starting growling, she was right beside me and I tried to calm her down. I then heard the springs of the fold out bed creaking and then really loudly creaking like someone was jumping on it. I froze, the dog continued growling and I grabbed for Aprils hand. She had obviously heard it too 'cause she turned around and I could see how big here eyes were. We stayed like that for HOURS listening to this inexhaustable thing on the fold out bed. We didn't get any sleep and when it was light enough for us to feel a bit brave we woke the others and told them. We all walked into the kitchen and then all bolted out the door when we heard the bathroom drawers open and fall on the tile floor even though all of us where present. It doesn't sound like much but to a kid listening to this happening when there isn't a parent to run too is some freaky shit. Needless to say we didn't stay there another night and dad had to go and get all our stuff from the house and bring it back up 'cause all of us refused to go anywhere near the place. Years later he confessed he'd heard something when he went in there, like someone banging. This coming from my dad, the athiest.

[kré]

dang, that's some crazy shit http://www.crayonline.com/smilies/eek4.gif

[Lina]

You know what the worst thing was about listening to that sound from the loungeroom? When it stopped. It would always start up again after a couple of seconds but I tell you my heart felt like it was going to explode when the noises would stop because that means 'it' was no longer preoccupied with disturbing a bed and would look for something more exciting to play with. Such as a small child frozen in absolute fear in the bedroom next door.

[annie]

stop it, you are freaking me out :(


*hides in the corner*

[Feryl]

I don't actually have any of my own, but friends of mine have had some pretty freaky experiences...

A good friend of mine told me recently that she woke up one night to find a person in bed beside her - someone she didn't recognise. Now why she wasn't screaming and running for the door at this point she couldn't quite explain, but she said she was intrigued, and reached out her hand towards this figure, but as soon as her hand got close, it disappeared. She swears she wasn't dreaming...

A few years ago I was living in London in a share house that was fairly old and was in a dodgy area tha used to be the stomping ground of the Kray twins (formerly London's most notorious gangsters). One of the girls, Tracy, told me that she woke up one night unable to breathe, and looked up to see the torso out of a woman sticking out of the wall beside her bed, with her hands on Tracy's chest, holding her down. She couldn't sit up no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't scream. Then her room-mate rolled over in her sleep, making a noise, and the apparition disappeared into thin air, and Tracy suddenly sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. I wasn't too happy when she told me that the room all this had happened in was the room I was living in at that point - she'd switched bedrooms because she was freaked out by the experience.

[t101]

I've written mine down somewhere on here before, but what the hey...

I used to live in a small house in Red Hill in Brisbane - 35 Prospect Terrace to be precise :) - and that place was just wrong. We always heard weird knocking noises from under the house, people sleeping in the two front bedrooms kept having synchronous nightmares and the laundry at the back was just....horrible.

On several occasions my mum (who slept in one front room) and the boarder (the other front room was let out) had the same nightmare but from different viewpoints. We had 3 boarders in the time we lived there - all 3 experienced the same thing.

One night it was my turn to close the back door of the house, which happened to be in the laundry. I already hated that laundry, so I ran to the back door and swung the door shut. It didn't make it - it jammed halfway. I looked down to see what it had jammed on and sticking out from under the door were the toes of a set of expensive looking brown leather shoes. My stomach did that 'drop through the floor' thing, and I pulled the door open again expecting to see someone standing there.

Noone was there. The shoes had vanished.

I bolted back upstairs, leaving the door open and the light on. That was the last time I ever went down there at night.

Me and my sister used to play under the house. There was a patch of ground that we called 'The Door'. It was a sunken rectangle that was approximately the size of a door.

I thought of what else it was about the size of a few years after we moved out....

[Afro88]

Shit, there's some killer stories here guys :eek:

I used to live in this place in paddington that had a really weird feel about it. When I first walked through the front door, I got this weird feeling like something just wasn't right. I had the massive room downstairs and it always had this weird weird vibe to it that I slowly picked up on about a week after moving in. I was always really jumpy when I was in the room by myself - everytime someone came through the door I'd get a massive fright, mainly because every now and then I'd see a person standing at the door out of the corner of my eye, turn and look and nothing was there. It was just a weird place.

Anyways, we later found out that the previous tennants were criminals. I reckon some messed up shit happened in that house that only they know about if you know what I mean...

I also have this book about paranormal activity that I was given as a birthday present about 10 years ago. There's one story in it about this tomb in south america. Basically it was built for a whole family as their resting place, and as each member passed away, their coffin was placed in the concrete room, sealed off under the ground. Now, this room had a massive concrete block on top of it which would take many men to lift and move it. Also, the room is an empty concrete chamber - nothing can get in or out once it is sealed off with the block on top.

So the dad passes away and his coffin is placed in the room. 3 years later the mother also passes away and when they open the tomb up, the dad's coffin is on the other side of the room upside down. No one had any idea what had happened, but figured it could have been a tremor or something, even though the area isn't on any fault lines or anything. So they placed the mother in there and sealed it up again. As each family member passed on this continued, the tomb was openned and found in a similar but worsening state each time. Coffins would be strewn around the room like someone had picked them up and thrown them randomly around. Once they found one of the coffin's top resting on another coffin. But each time the tomb was re-sealed the coffins would be lined up again in a neat order.

Eventually they did the whole layer of sand thing to see if it was a person in there or something else. When they openned the tomb 3 days later the coffins were all over the place as usual but the sand, while all messed up from the commotion had no footprints or other humanesque markings whatsoever. After this, they sealed the tomb shut with concrete so the only way something could get in or out is by cracking the concrete open - destroying the seal. Something like 20 years later one of their neices or nephews passed away and was to be buried in the tomb. When they cracked the undamaged, untouched seal open, the coffins were everywhere. One was standing upright, another was broken right open and the rest were all badly damaged as if someone had thrown the coffins around with some serious force. No one has any explanation for such a violent commotion. No earthquakes or other earth shaking movements had hit the area, but even then, nothing could shake the ground enough the cause such damage, with even one standing bolt upright!

I can't remember what happened in the end, whether they were given traditional buryings or something, but I might dig up the book and have a read. I was always pretty sceptical of ghosts and such up until reading about this - there really is no other explanation.

[Salted_Chipmunk]

Im gonna link this story as it is fucking huge and really needs the pictures. I believe that it has been proved a hoax, but goddamn if it doesn't scare the absolute shit out of my.

http://www.holyshiite.com/caver/

This thing freaked me the fuck out. Hairs were standing like a motherfucker.

[Glompbot]

When I was about 6 years old living in the house my parents built 3 years earlier) I woke up in the middle of the night, saw someone walking down the hallway with a candle... They were wearing a grey colour clothing with a kind of cap on... like a bonnet.
It was one of the antique types of candles we keep around the house (my parents have lots of antiques)... The kind with a finger loop, and a big dish, then a raised bit for the candle to sit in. kind of like this... if you imagine it without the glass... as just a tray, with finger loop, and a tall raised tube bit for the candle to sit on in the centre (http://www.rubylane.com/shops/minnesotas-finest/item/fl-11)


It was odd... Nothing else happened.... They just walked past the door to my room...
I went back to sleep.
I saw the same person once again when I woke up in the middle of the night they were just standing near my chest of drawers.
Again, I just went to sleep.

The only problem this time was that I woke up about 4am in the morning feeling *terrible*
I'd been sick often enough by the time I was 6 to know what was happening... so i crawled into the toilet (i thought i was going to puke) and stripped of naked because my clothes were hurting my skin (which still happens when I get a fever)... I passed out on the floor... I woke up... feeling... odd... put clothes on... crawled (i couldn't walk... it was pretty bad) up to my parents room...

Knocked on their door and cried help a few times...

Turns out I had a dangerously high fever in the high 30's... It was 38 or something I believe. I don't believe it was 40... but i know it was close.

So, I'm really not sure if I hallucinated it because I was sick, but it doesn't explain the first time it happened away.

After I got sick that time it never happened again... admittedly, I still got sick every other week.

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A few years ago my folks went on an organised tour in China with a few of their friends. At one particular hotel, the entire group felt uneasy as soon as they arrived there..

The next morning at breakfast, everyone looked haggard and weary. It soon became apparant that no-one actually slept comfortably the night before - many only dozed fitfully between freaky nightmares. One of my parent's mates later confessed that he dreampt that someone was trying to choke him in his sleep and when he went to the bathroom in the morning found wierd finger shaped bruises on his neck, as if someone had their hands wrapped around his neck.

The freakiest thing (for me) about this was that me dear old dad eventually confessed he had an 'experience' at this place as well.. (and he is not one to usually talk up his own stories). He didn't want to raise too many fears at the time, but he told us when he got home that he too had had a bunch of nightmares at this place... his dream involved someone holding him down while he was trying to get up. When he woke up he found hand shaped bruises on both of his arms, as if someone was stopping him from sittin up in bed.

Freak out man.