Tell Your Ghost Stories.....

mitchell allard

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Alright well I'll go first I have two stories.

Back in an old house I lived it couple years ago I had seen some occurrences. From what I had heard the house was built on an old Indian burial ground.

OK so first story. I was sleeping in bed and woke up for no reason wanna say it was around 1am but I didn't really look because of what was going on. I heard like old music playing like what you hear from an old recorder in a room down the hall. I opened the door to my bedroom and saw a red light pouring out the door of that room into the hallway(there is no red lights in that room). I grabbed a night stick that I had in my room and walked toward the room and as I got closer the light turned off and I about had a heart attack. The music was still playing and I rushed in and turned on the light and the music stopped. Never saw anything just still scares me today.

Second story. I was having a Lil get together at the same house. This is a Lil bit later and I just bought a cocker spaniel(bruce) he was just about a year old but I only had him a few months. Anyways so everyone is in my kitchen which is right next to my living room. Bruce is with everyone and we are all talking having a good time. Then Bruce walks into the living room and I was doing the same. I see him look up into the corner of the room and turn his head like he's confused. He walks closer keeping his head locked on that position. Soon enough he starts barking wildly at the corner like I've never seen him do before. He starts to bark and back up at the same time like he's cautious. I watched him and wondered what was going on and his tail went straight beetween his legs like he was scared and he quickly went from barking to whimpering. I still to this day think he saw something that I never did.
 
When I was younger in my parents house, which they still live in and I visit quite often, my twin sister and I were playing video games and we heard deep bellied laughter from the back of the house. We were alone. No one else was there. I haven't seen or felt anything else like it and it never happened again.
 
This really happened - not making it up or embellishing it in any way. I was a plumber back around 25 years ago and was called by a friend to repair some frozen pipes in a house that was empty while the homeowner (his friend) was serving time for some crime or another. He was what one might call a mob lawyer and had run afoul of the local constabulary. It was a good sized house (really a small mansion including a slate roof)- a beautiful home. Before I started the repair my buddy took me on a tour of the house. When we got upstairs I started feeling weird - a bit like someone was watching me. As we toured the various rooms the feeling got stronger until we got to the master bedroom. I felt really scared - the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I felt cold. I kept staring at a closet door and can only describe what I felt as pure evil - feeling like it was behind the door. I didn't say anything to my friend because I figured he'd think I was nuts. As we went downstairs the feeling diminished until it was just a memory by the time we got to the kitchen - under which I had to crawl through a crawlspace to repair the pipes. When the job was done and I was picking up my tools I mentioned to my friend that I had a really weird feeling up in the master bedroom. He asked what I meant and I basically recalled what I just wrote here.... that there felt like an evil "presence" in the closet. He turned white as a ghost and I thought he was going to have a stroke or something. He told me "the guy’s wife was found hanging in that closet"... I was packed and in my truck driving the Hell out of there in no time! I still get the creeps when I think of it…
 
This really happened - not making it up or embellishing it in any way. I was a plumber back around 25 years ago and was called by a friend to repair some frozen pipes in a house that was empty while the homeowner (his friend) was serving time for some crime or another. He was what one might call a mob lawyer and had run afoul of the local constabulary. It was a good sized house (really a small mansion including a slate roof)- a beautiful home. Before I started the repair my buddy took me on a tour of the house. When we got upstairs I started feeling weird - a bit like someone was watching me. As we toured the various rooms the feeling got stronger until we got to the master bedroom. I felt really scared - the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I felt cold. I kept staring at a closet door and can only describe what I felt as pure evil - feeling like it was behind the door. I didn't say anything to my friend because I figured he'd think I was nuts. As we went downstairs the feeling diminished until it was just a memory by the time we got to the kitchen - under which I had to crawl through a crawlspace to repair the pipes. When the job was done and I was picking up my tools I mentioned to my friend that I had a really weird feeling up in the master bedroom. He asked what I meant and I basically recalled what I just wrote here.... that there felt like an evil "presence" in the closet. He turned white as a ghost and I thought he was going to have a stroke or something. He told me "the guy’s wife was found hanging in that closet"... I was packed and in my truck driving the Hell out of there in no time! I still get the creeps when I think of it…
That's some pretty scary :poo: Haha I would've been out of there the second I got a chance too.
 
My wife woke up one night and thanked her mom, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, for pulling up the covers to keep her warm. I asked who she was talking to and she told me.

We found out the next morning that her mom had passed. She lived 40 miles down the road.
 
If you travel to San Fran at all, stop by the Fiddlers Green pub in the wharf. Tell em you want to talk to the owner that lives upstairs. Yeah, he's dead, but still present. Spooky feeling surrounds you when you go up the steps
 
About a year after my nephew passed away ,i was washing his car ,i just couldn't stand to see it dirty .I sprayed it with the hose and set the hose down ,i turned around and stepped on the hose right on the spray nozzle .It sprayed me right in the crotch and soaked my pants ...I could swear i heard him laugh ,it was a good feeling ,Not the water but the laugh .
 
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About a year after my nephew passed away ,i was washing his car ,i just couldn't stand to see it dirty .I sprayed it with the hose and set the hose down ,i turned around and stepped on the hose right on the spray nozzle .It sprayed me right in the crotch and soaked my pants ...I could swear i heard him laugh ,it was a good feeling ,Not the water but the laugh .
Haha that's pretty funny
 
When I was a bit younger I was with some of my friends and we were hanging out at this old house. It was abandoned so we would sneak in and just goof around. One night we were playing cards and this weird figure appeared. Only lasted a few seconds. We all looked around the whole house and found nothing. We went back to playing cards and it appeared again. Only for a few seconds.

Luckily we had my dog with us. He chased the figure and tackled it. Turned out after we took off the mask it was the local banker trying to scare people off.




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When I was a bit younger I was with some of my friends and we were hanging out at this old house. It was abandoned so we would sneak in and just goof around. One night we were playing cards and this weird figure appeared. Only lasted a few seconds. We all looked around the whole house and found nothing. We went back to playing cards and it appeared again. Only for a few seconds.

Luckily we had my dog with us. He chased the figure and tackled it. Turned out after we took off the mask it was the local banker trying to scare people off.




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And he would have gotten away with it if not for you meddling kids and your dog.

Ruby ruby roo
 
Some fisherman find a chunk of ice with what looks like a human body at its center, floating in the Bearing Sea.

They remove the ice from the frozen figure and examine it closely over a period of days.

At last a press conference is held and these scientists tell the world that they have discovered the remains of Adam. The Adam who was the first human to walk the earth.

How were they so certain? o_O
 
kinda more funny than anything. my oldest daughter is 4 y/o. she almost never has an accident thru the night. well, one night I could hear what sounded like a rather large man cutting a fart and then my daughter screaming. went to the room and she had the balls to say that the crap in her panties was from "the ghost". ....she won with that one. what could I say? I was too busy tryin not to laugh.
sorry, this thread reminded me of that.
 
A few years back every time i went into my tool room it would feel like someone was tapping on my shoulder .I would turn around and no one was there .One day i was already in a bad mood ,I went into the tool room and felt the taping again ,i turned around and Shouted... KNOCK IT OFF ! The tapping never happened again ..and i kind of missed it .
 
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ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʇsɹıɟ ǝʍ uǝɥʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq
obɐ sɹɐǝʎ ʎuɐɯ os
ǝǝɹɟ ǝɹǝʍ ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo buıɯɐǝɹp
pǝqɹnʇsıpun buoן os ǝɹǝɥ buıʌıן ǝsnɐɔ,
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno sn ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos sn dןǝɥ

ǝɟıן ɐ dn ǝʞɐɯ oʇ ob ǝsoɥʇ sbuıɥʇ
ǝɯɐɹɟ ɐ uı soʇoɥd 'ǝɔuɐʇɹodɯıun ɟo sǝuǝɔs
ǝɟıן buıuɹoɯ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ buıʇıɐʍ
ɯooןb ɟo sʇɥbıu ɹǝbuoן 'ɹǝɯɯns ɟo sʎɐp ssǝןpuǝ
ǝɟıן ɐ dn ǝʞɐɯ oʇ ob ǝsoɥʇ sbuıɥʇ
ʇɥbıןǝp ɟo sǝɹnʇɔıd 'ʍoɹɹos ɟo sǝbɐɯı

noʎ ןןǝʇ ǝʍ ʇɐɥʍ uı sǝʌıן ɹno ǝʌıןǝɹ ǝʍ sɐ
uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs
uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs

ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʇsɹıɟ ǝʍ uǝɥʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq
obɐ sɹɐǝʎ ʎuɐɯ os
ǝǝɹɟ ǝɹǝʍ ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo buıɯɐǝɹp
pǝqɹnʇsıpun buoן os ǝɹǝɥ buıʌıן
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno sn ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos sn dןǝɥ

uɐoɯ ʎǝɥʇ puɐ ɥbıs ʎǝɥʇ ǝuo sɐ uǝɥʇ
ɹıɐdsǝp pןoɥ ʇɐɥʇ sǝʎǝ 'uoıʇɔǝɹıp ʇnoɥʇıʍ ʇɟıɹpɐ
ob ʎǝɥʇ sʎɐʍǝpıs puɐ uʍop puɐ punoɹ
uǝɯ ɟo ǝdɐɥs ǝɥʇ uı ǝɔuɐʇsqns ou ɥʇıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʍoןǝq puɐ ǝʌoqɐ ɯoɹɟ buıɥsnd
ɹoop uǝdo ǝɥʇ ɥbnoɹɥʇ ʞɹoʍpooʍ ǝɥʇ ʇno buıɯoɔ

ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʎןuǝppns sɐʍ ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇno uǝɥʇ
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno ǝɯ ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos ǝɯ dןǝɥ

ʇɥbıɹ ǝʇınb ןǝǝɟ ʇ,usǝop buıɥʇǝɯos
ʎɐʍɐ ɯǝɥʇ buıʇʇnd 'sǝɔǝıd ǝɥʇ dn buıʞɔıd
ʇɥbıɹ ǝɥʇ puɐ ʇɟǝן ǝɥʇ oʇ buıʞɔǝɥɔ
ɹooןɟ ǝɥʇ oʇ buıddǝʇs 'ʍopuıʍ ɐ ɥbnoɹɥʇ buıqɯıןɔ
ʇɥbıu ɟo ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ ɥbnoɹɥʇ buıןɐǝʇs
ןןɐʍ ǝɥʇ dn buıʎɯɯıɥs 'ǝpıs puıןq ǝɥʇ dn buıdǝǝɹɔ
 
A few years back every time i went into my tool room it would feel like someone was taping on my shoulder .I would turn around and no one was there .One day i was already in a bad mood ,I went into the tool room and felt the taping again ,i turned around and Shouted... KNOCK IT OFF ! The taping never happened again ..and i kind of missed it .

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Good thing it stopped. Who knows what could have happened? O_o
 
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ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʇsɹıɟ ǝʍ uǝɥʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq
obɐ sɹɐǝʎ ʎuɐɯ os
ǝǝɹɟ ǝɹǝʍ ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo buıɯɐǝɹp
pǝqɹnʇsıpun buoן os ǝɹǝɥ buıʌıן ǝsnɐɔ,
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno sn ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos sn dןǝɥ

ǝɟıן ɐ dn ǝʞɐɯ oʇ ob ǝsoɥʇ sbuıɥʇ
ǝɯɐɹɟ ɐ uı soʇoɥd 'ǝɔuɐʇɹodɯıun ɟo sǝuǝɔs
ǝɟıן buıuɹoɯ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ buıʇıɐʍ
ɯooןb ɟo sʇɥbıu ɹǝbuoן 'ɹǝɯɯns ɟo sʎɐp ssǝןpuǝ
ǝɟıן ɐ dn ǝʞɐɯ oʇ ob ǝsoɥʇ sbuıɥʇ
ʇɥbıןǝp ɟo sǝɹnʇɔıd 'ʍoɹɹos ɟo sǝbɐɯı

noʎ ןןǝʇ ǝʍ ʇɐɥʍ uı sǝʌıן ɹno ǝʌıןǝɹ ǝʍ sɐ
uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs
uʍop ʇıs 'uʍop ʇıs

ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʇsɹıɟ ǝʍ uǝɥʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq
obɐ sɹɐǝʎ ʎuɐɯ os
ǝǝɹɟ ǝɹǝʍ ǝʍ ǝɯıʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo buıɯɐǝɹp
pǝqɹnʇsıpun buoן os ǝɹǝɥ buıʌıן
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno sn ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos sn dןǝɥ

uɐoɯ ʎǝɥʇ puɐ ɥbıs ʎǝɥʇ ǝuo sɐ uǝɥʇ
ɹıɐdsǝp pןoɥ ʇɐɥʇ sǝʎǝ 'uoıʇɔǝɹıp ʇnoɥʇıʍ ʇɟıɹpɐ
ob ʎǝɥʇ sʎɐʍǝpıs puɐ uʍop puɐ punoɹ
uǝɯ ɟo ǝdɐɥs ǝɥʇ uı ǝɔuɐʇsqns ou ɥʇıʍ sʍopɐɥs
ʍoןǝq puɐ ǝʌoqɐ ɯoɹɟ buıɥsnd
ɹoop uǝdo ǝɥʇ ɥbnoɹɥʇ ʞɹoʍpooʍ ǝɥʇ ʇno buıɯoɔ

ɐǝs ǝɥʇ ʎq ǝɯoɥ ǝɥʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔןǝʍ
pɹɐǝɥ ʎןuǝppns sɐʍ ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇno uǝɥʇ
ǝɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno ǝɯ ʇǝן 'ǝuoǝɯos ǝɯ dןǝɥ

ʇɥbıɹ ǝʇınb ןǝǝɟ ʇ,usǝop buıɥʇǝɯos
ʎɐʍɐ ɯǝɥʇ buıʇʇnd 'sǝɔǝıd ǝɥʇ dn buıʞɔıd
ʇɥbıɹ ǝɥʇ puɐ ʇɟǝן ǝɥʇ oʇ buıʞɔǝɥɔ
ɹooןɟ ǝɥʇ oʇ buıddǝʇs 'ʍopuıʍ ɐ ɥbnoɹɥʇ buıqɯıןɔ
ʇɥbıu ɟo ʞɹɐp ǝɥʇ ɥbnoɹɥʇ buıןɐǝʇs
ןןɐʍ ǝɥʇ dn buıʎɯɯıɥs 'ǝpıs puıןq ǝɥʇ dn buıdǝǝɹɔ


This must be the work of Satan :confused: