Ghost Stories - I Want To Hear Your Best!
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Avocado_AS5 wrote: »Ghost must have not had a thigh gap. 🤣 @iMago
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last thanksgiving i was out camping.
it was a hike-in location and there wasn't anybody else set up around me at all.
that night i ended up with all these coyotes running around outside my tent for a few hours. you could hear them breathing and panting they were so close. that was pretty freaky on its own.
so i didn't sleep much basically; until they left around 1am I think.
i did finally go back to sleep but it was pretty restless. i tossed and turned a lot.
around 3am i woke up because there was some lady outside my tent laughing.
she was standing, it sounded at least, right outside the back "window" of my tent (which i'd left zipped up), and she started talking to me.
her voice was really close, like she was leaning towards the window basically. she didn't say much other than she kept asking me to let her in and she was cold. but she kept laughing the whole time. it wasn't huge drunken laughter at all. it was really soft and giggly.
anyhow- i told her i couldn't let her in. told her to leave me alone.
she asked me to let her in one more time. kept laughing for a minute. then she just stopped.
i vaguely remember that i did hear someone walking around but that was it.
and i actually fell back asleep after.
the next morning i started packing up and i could see one of the coyotes had marked the tree beside my tent, but otherwise there weren't any signs of anybody having been wandering around that i could see.
i hiked back to the parking area and my truck was the only one there. it was designated parking for the camping area i was in too.
im atheist, and don't believe in ghosts or anything like that really. but tbh i still don't really know what it was all about. if it was some drunk person wandering around then i don't know where they came from or where they went.
it could've been a random nightmare, but i'm usually pretty good at remembering those and knowing the difference.
Oh my lawd, that's terrifying. How did you not lose your *kitten*?
you'll be happy to know, that's the same place i'm going back to this sunday...though i don't think im gonna be at the same site.
Well if you hear that creepy voice again, open up your pitched tent and let Molly in already.
oh it's def not big enough1 -
tinkerhellraiser wrote: »last thanksgiving i was out camping.
it was a hike-in location and there wasn't anybody else set up around me at all.
that night i ended up with all these coyotes running around outside my tent for a few hours. you could hear them breathing and panting they were so close. that was pretty freaky on its own.
so i didn't sleep much basically; until they left around 1am I think.
i did finally go back to sleep but it was pretty restless. i tossed and turned a lot.
around 3am i woke up because there was some lady outside my tent laughing.
she was standing, it sounded at least, right outside the back "window" of my tent (which i'd left zipped up), and she started talking to me.
her voice was really close, like she was leaning towards the window basically. she didn't say much other than she kept asking me to let her in and she was cold. but she kept laughing the whole time. it wasn't huge drunken laughter at all. it was really soft and giggly.
anyhow- i told her i couldn't let her in. told her to leave me alone.
she asked me to let her in one more time. kept laughing for a minute. then she just stopped.
i vaguely remember that i did hear someone walking around but that was it.
and i actually fell back asleep after.
the next morning i started packing up and i could see one of the coyotes had marked the tree beside my tent, but otherwise there weren't any signs of anybody having been wandering around that i could see.
i hiked back to the parking area and my truck was the only one there. it was designated parking for the camping area i was in too.
im atheist, and don't believe in ghosts or anything like that really. but tbh i still don't really know what it was all about. if it was some drunk person wandering around then i don't know where they came from or where they went.
it could've been a random nightmare, but i'm usually pretty good at remembering those and knowing the difference.
Oh my lawd, that's terrifying. How did you not lose your *kitten*?
you'll be happy to know, that's the same place i'm going back to this sunday...though i don't think im gonna be at the same site.
Well if you hear that creepy voice again, open up your pitched tent and let Molly in already.
oh it's def not big enough
did u just call me fat omg no u did not
no im just self conscious about the size of my tent is all4 -
If this is still for real I have a semi-cool story! But if it’s gone typical forum-crazy then no thanks. LMK.1
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AnnieH_4512 wrote: »If this is still for real I have a semi-cool story! But if it’s gone typical forum-crazy then no thanks. LMK.
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Well, my kids insist that the ghost of a small boy lives in my closet, and they call him "Dark Anthony". "Dark" because he looks like a shadow, and "Anthony" because they say he told them that's his name. Although my son once told me he's not scared of Dark Anthony because he's not really a ghost. Ghosts are the spirits of dead people, but Dark Anthony was always a spirit and never a living person, so he's technically not a ghost. I do not know where my kids got this information.
The only supposed encounter I've had with Dark Anthony is one time I was in the kitchen, cooking at the stove. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small boy come up to me from behind and felt him grab onto my pant leg and tug on it a few times. I thought it was my son, but when I turned around, nobody was there.5 -
Can there be animal ghosts? We had a dog growing up that died laying next to me when I was a teenager. After that, I started hearing his whimpering throughout the house. It was the exact sound he used to make when we'd go somewhere and he couldn't come along. I figured I was imagining it since he died so close to me. I didn't tell anyone about it. Then one day my mom and brother were talking about how they kept hearing him whimpering. It freaked me out. I didn't even tell them I heard it too because I didn't want to believe that maybe it could be real.
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My family has had a lot of things happen to us.
My dad fell at work (iron worker) about 3 stories to the ground. He swears that he felt someone catch him on his way down. He hurt his knee but could have been worse.
My grandmother had eye surgery and the night before she dreamed of my grandfather who had passed away years before. He was standing in the kitchen with an empty eye socket (like he was giving her his eye). She also had knee surgery and the night before she dreamed of my grandfather and he was in a wheelchair missing his leg. Same leg she had surgery on.
My sister has always seen shadows/spirits (good and bad). She had many experiences with bad spirits in the house we grew up in. One time she woke up, felt like she was being held down in bed, and a picture fell off the wall and landed on her head.
In the same house when I was maybe 14 or 15 I was about to fall asleep and very clearly heard my neighbor call my name 3 times. There is no way I could have heard it if they were calling me from their house.
Fast forward several years. My wife, my 2 young children, and I move in with my parents in the house I grew up in. My sister told me no to mess with the spirits. One day I was up stairs sitting on my bed alone. I said out loud, "Don't you dare mess with my kids. You can mess with me all you want but don't mess with them." Every hair on my body then stood on end. I felt as if there were several pissed off people standing over me.1 -
I was running listening to one of my podcasts. It happened to be on spirits. At one point I felt several tugs on my ponytail. And I even thought in my head why would someone tug my ponytail...and then it stopped. I moved my head up and down wondering if it was just that sensation I felt and I could not duplicate the sensation of a very distinct tug. Weird right???2
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JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »50shadesofmeh wrote: »Me and my ex bf saw a ghost once.
Do tell. I love ghost stories! Last I checked the ghost thread won't bump though1 -
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JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »50shadesofmeh wrote: »Me and my ex bf saw a ghost once.
Do tell. I love ghost stories! Last I checked the ghost thread won't bump though
Yeah I don't think I was around for this thread but the one before it wouldnt bump.
But yay for ghost stories!
According to my notes, your join date, and the last post of this thread, you ignored this thread.
You probably couldn't see it because you can't always see ghosts.2 -
I don't have any new ghost stories.0
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JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »Not exactly a ghost story [maybe] but
I was sitting on my couch, home alone, searching through Netflix for something to watch. It was dead silent because I take forever to decide on something.
Suddenly my Alexa says "I think you are one smart cookie". I checked the log and apparently she heard "Alexa, am I dumb?". I have insecure ghosts.
Maybe Alexa was being insure and thinking that and had to answer herself to feel better?1 -
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JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »JustReadTheInstructions wrote: »Not exactly a ghost story [maybe] but
I was sitting on my couch, home alone, searching through Netflix for something to watch. It was dead silent because I take forever to decide on something.
Suddenly my Alexa says "I think you are one smart cookie". I checked the log and apparently she heard "Alexa, am I dumb?". I have insecure ghosts.
Maybe Alexa was being insure and thinking that and had to answer herself to feel better?
Could be. She also added "How to want to murder" to my shopping list once so I think she's got some deep rooted issues.
She'll probably snap if you order another Alexa that isn't so murder-y.0 -
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This is what I found when I googled 2 dots.
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Well, my kids insist that the ghost of a small boy lives in my closet, and they call him "Dark Anthony". "Dark" because he looks like a shadow, and "Anthony" because they say he told them that's his name. Although my son once told me he's not scared of Dark Anthony because he's not really a ghost. Ghosts are the spirits of dead people, but Dark Anthony was always a spirit and never a living person, so he's technically not a ghost. I do not know where my kids got this information.
The only supposed encounter I've had with Dark Anthony is one time I was in the kitchen, cooking at the stove. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small boy come up to me from behind and felt him grab onto my pant leg and tug on it a few times. I thought it was my son, but when I turned around, nobody was there.
Since this thread has been bumped, I'll update my story. About a month ago, my wife started occasionally burning sage in a little bowl (I think she saw some Youtuber saying it had some sort of benefit or something). Shortly after she started, my kids informed me that Dark Anthony left because he didn't like the smell, and they haven't seen him since.
I did some Googling and found that burning sage is traditionally used to clear places of ghosts and negative energy.4 -
Well, my kids insist that the ghost of a small boy lives in my closet, and they call him "Dark Anthony". "Dark" because he looks like a shadow, and "Anthony" because they say he told them that's his name. Although my son once told me he's not scared of Dark Anthony because he's not really a ghost. Ghosts are the spirits of dead people, but Dark Anthony was always a spirit and never a living person, so he's technically not a ghost. I do not know where my kids got this information.
The only supposed encounter I've had with Dark Anthony is one time I was in the kitchen, cooking at the stove. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small boy come up to me from behind and felt him grab onto my pant leg and tug on it a few times. I thought it was my son, but when I turned around, nobody was there.
Since this thread has been bumped, I'll update my story. About a month ago, my wife started occasionally burning sage in a little bowl (I think she saw some Youtuber saying it had some sort of benefit or something). Shortly after she started, my kids informed me that Dark Anthony left because he didn't like the smell, and they haven't seen him since.
I did some Googling and found that burning sage is traditionally used to clear places of ghosts and negative energy.
I've heard that too.0 -
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My father died of lung cancer which had metastasized and hit his brain back in 1968, on April 13th. On April 13th of 1969, I came racing home at 10:30, trying to beat my mother home (she worked the night shift). I heard something down in the basement, went down to see what it was... the washer and drying were both running, empty of clothing. My dad had bought them for my Mom a few months before he passed. Told mom, she just pshh-shawed it away. April 13th of 1970, we both went out for dinner, and when we came home, the huge old pot she always used to cook spaghetti was on the stove, filled with water, and boiling away. Dad always loved her spaghetti sauce. And for one week before his death anniversary, you couldn't bring cigarettes into the house. If you did, they simply disappeared, never showed up again. We both lost quite a few packs before we realized it had to be him. That went on for maybe 3 years after his death, then he stopped visiting. Ghost? Never saw anything. But... strange things did go bump in the night.5
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And now, a story my dad used to love to tell us, called The Hobbi Oz. A little girl lived in the country with her grandparents, who were corn farmers, and their dog, Turdpie. (Sorry y'all, that was his name AND the name of my turtle. lol) A few days before Halloween arrived, the Hobbi Oz came out of the swamps and started dancing around in a clearing near the home, singing "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" But little dog Turdpie barked so loud that he frightened the Hobbi Oz away. The next day, the old man was angry because the dog had woken him in the middle of the night, so he beat the poor animal. That night, the Hobbi Oz again came out of the swamps, started to dance, and sang "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" And again, little dog Turdpie barked so loud that he frightened the Hobbi Oz away. The next day, the old man threatened the little dog, saying "If you wake me again tonight, I'm going to kill you!" And of course, that night, the Hobbi Oz again appeared, sang and danced, and little dog Turdpie barked and frightened the Hobbi Oz away. And the next day, the old man took the little dog out into the woods and shot him dead! That night, the Hobbi Oz came out of the swamps, danced in the clearing, and sang "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" Then they waited... but there was no barking from Turdpie. So again, they danced around the clearing, and sang their refrains and listened... But there was no barking from little dog Turdpie. So, they tore down the corn field, killed the old lady, killed the old man, and carried off the little girl.
The End.
And yes, this was mine and my cousins favorite story for Halloween night for more years that I care to remember.
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When my (now) wife & I were still dating [mid-1960s], this was a popular place to go 'parking' late at night. We always hoped to see something, but never did.
Legend says that one night, a young married couple were out for a drive near White Rock Lake and decided to park in a romantic spot that overlooked the boathouse.
After a while, they noticed a white figure emerging from the darkness and making it’s way up the hill towards their car. As the figure came closer, they realized it was a beautiful girl dressed in a long white gown. She was dripping wet, soaked from head to foot.
The girl stumbled towards their car and begged them to help her. She said she had been in an accident while rowing a boat out on the water. The girl pleaded with them to take her home and the couple took pity on her.
They opened the door and the girl got into the back seat. But when they drove off and the wife turned around to talk to the girl, she found the back seat completely empty. The girl in white had disappeared and all that remained was a wet puddle on the back seat.
They found out later that there had been a suicide on White Rock lake years before. In the 1930s a woman paid a visit to her sister but found her hotel room empty except for a suicide note. In the note, the girl said she was going to drown herself in White Rock Lake.
The woman immediately called the police and they raced out to the lake to try and stop the poor girl from harming herself. Unfortunately, they were too late to prevent the tragedy. When they arrived at the edge of the lake, they saw the girl’s head bobbing in the water. They dragged her out of the lake and tried to revive her, but it was no use.
Ever since her death, people who pass by White Rock Lake frequently report encounters with a ghostly young woman wearing a dripping wet white dress. They say she always asks them to help her get home, but after she gets into the car, she vanishes. Each time, the only thing that remains is a wet spot on the back seat.1 -
poisonesse wrote: »And now, a story my dad used to love to tell us, called The Hobbi Oz. A little girl lived in the country with her grandparents, who were corn farmers, and their dog, Turdpie. (Sorry y'all, that was his name AND the name of my turtle. lol) A few days before Halloween arrived, the Hobbi Oz came out of the swamps and started dancing around in a clearing near the home, singing "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" But little dog Turdpie barked so loud that he frightened the Hobbi Oz away. The next day, the old man was angry because the dog had woken him in the middle of the night, so he beat the poor animal. That night, the Hobbi Oz again came out of the swamps, started to dance, and sang "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" And again, little dog Turdpie barked so loud that he frightened the Hobbi Oz away. The next day, the old man threatened the little dog, saying "If you wake me again tonight, I'm going to kill you!" And of course, that night, the Hobbi Oz again appeared, sang and danced, and little dog Turdpie barked and frightened the Hobbi Oz away. And the next day, the old man took the little dog out into the woods and shot him dead! That night, the Hobbi Oz came out of the swamps, danced in the clearing, and sang "Hobbi Oz, Hobbi Oz, tear down the corn field, kill the old lady, kill the old man, and carry off the little girl!" Then they waited... but there was no barking from Turdpie. So again, they danced around the clearing, and sang their refrains and listened... But there was no barking from little dog Turdpie. So, they tore down the corn field, killed the old lady, killed the old man, and carried off the little girl.
The End.
And yes, this was mine and my cousins favorite story for Halloween night for more years that I care to remember.
I like the old folk tales. Usually they are only around if someone continues to tell the story, I've not seen most of the ones I've heard in books.1 -
My friend and I used to go out late at night doing EVP.
Before you ask, no I don't have this recording anymore.
Used a digital recorder, with wired professional grade external microphone.
We went to this area called the beach. It was a park next to a river after hours. There's natural focused energy around running water such as rivers, lakes or oceans. We drove through the park, making sure no one else was there as we needed quiet and complete silence. The park was empty. We settled on a spot near the restrooms. The park was lit up sporadically by soft lighting, not pitch dark but still dark. We checked the restrooms, and they were unlocked and empty. It was quiet, but you could still hear the wind lightly blowing through the trees, and light sound of the river. We all gathered around the table, and I cast our circle of protection. We sat down and started asking our questions. We did the standard round of questions for EVP. Is there anyone here? Pause for response. Do you have something to say? Long pause for response. We finish our questions, and wrap up and went back to her place. I uploaded the audio to her computer and put on my professional sony headphones, over the ear, bulky, no outside getting in. This is all something we've done so many times before, and we never caught anything spectacular. Till that night. I playback the audio and I hear the first question. Is there anyone here? And Crystal clear I hear a woman softly crying, whimpering like she's scared, no terrified. The same you would expect to hear in a horror movie where the victim is hiding from her attacker. The sound was hallow with an echo, as if they were in the restroom nearby. I gasped slightly, as this recording was crystal clear. I have never had one so clear before that night, or since. I was slightly shaken. At most when you do EVP you'll hear a semi clear yes or no, but this was more than that. The next question comes up. Do you have anything to say? She screams, "No! Please don't!" More soft crying, more whimpering. Her voice was shaking as she said "I love you", another scream, and silence.
I freaked out. I wrote down what I thought I heard, then had my friend listen to it. Our notes were almost identical on what we heard. We just looked at each other, we were both slightly shaken. We never had another night like that.
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