Ghost Stories - I Want To Hear Your Best!

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abetterme9366 wrote: »

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abetterme9366 wrote: »

Once upon a time, I was dating a boy named Chris. High school sweethearts type of thing, we were both pretty young. On the day that Chris and I were supposed to go get our drivers licenses, his uncle found him barricaded in his bedroom with a single shotgun wound to his head. Destroyed me. Compounded by the fact that Chris left me a note that his parents and mine decided was best not to give me. I still don’t know why. Now, I wasn’t necessarily always sober at the time but soon after his death I felt like I could feel him come to visit me and let me know he was ok. I was not afraid and it was always very comforting. A few nights after his funeral I woke to my alarm clock flashing. But instead of it flashing 12:00 12:00 12:00 like it would when we lost power, it was flashing 2:13. This number holds no significance to me but it weirded me out a little bit and I figured Chris was messing with me. Later in the week a group of my friends decide we are going to contact Chris via ouija board. I told only my best friend about the alarm clock and insisted that she not have her hands on the planchette when I tried to contact him. There were several others playing but no one knew about the alarm clock. So when we were certain that we had contacted chris, I asked him if he had been visiting me. The planchette scrolled over the number 213, 213, 213 until I took my hand off. Was it him? Was I subconsciously moving it? No one else could have known. It was oddly comforting and I don’t recall him visiting me much after that. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I am so sorry for your loss , that is so sad.
Did you ever find out what was written in his note to you?

Never did.

Wow! My condolences to your loss as well. I don't mean to take away from your story, but only to relate a little bit. My brother was like my second father, because of the age difference. So, it hit me really hard when he passed. One night I was crying for him, because things were going so freaking good for me, that I wish he was here to see it. I was on my laptop messaging friends on facebook, and all of the sudden the song for 3 doors down, "Here without you" started playing on it (which was a song that he liked a lot). I had no open windows and have not clicked on any media files with music or videos. I was freaking out.. closed everything out, still played. Looked to make sure that I didn't have any tabs opened, none to be found. Unplugged it, of course battery was charged, so that did nothing.. Only stopped when I shut down the computer completely. Yes, it could have been some kind of glitch that I didn't see, but for some reason, it still gave me a peace. Like I knew he was there watching me.

I have lots of ghost stories, but my favorite is the ghost who pushed me down the stairs. I was in a towel heading down to my bedroom...2 stairs. My brother and husband were in the bd. Suddenly at the top of the stair, I felt a hand on my back and I was pushed. Fell down the stairs and the towel fell off. Hilarity ensued. Later that night I dreamed that someone was speaking to me. The ghost. I asked why he pushed me. He said you aren't paying attention to me.

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Lol get mad

Also..
I had a friend from Chicago that moved to a small town in Maine. His family met some friendly locals there and started trying to "blend in" Anyway, he said their family cat got killed accidentally. So a new friend advises them to bury it in the ground near the old pet cemetery. The cat returns to life, but its personality changed for the worse. So then my friends brother dies tragically, and they decide to bury the boy's body in the same ground despite being warned. Anyway, he comes back to life!

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We recently moved in with hubbies grandfather (family home). There have been a few nights ive been awoken by sounds.

One night i got up because i thought i heard someone outside. Now ive had my car broken into so i figured if i turned on house lights it would scare them away. Well first it sounded like someone was at my front door messing with the screen door. No one. Then sounds from the basement. Thought the dog. Nope. Then the garage, but again nothing.

There's been to occassions where both myself and my daughter have heard voices. The first time i thought my daughter was calling out for help, so i headed to her room in the basement (partialky finshed with livingroom, bedroom, bathroom). Wasnt her. She looked at me like i was crazy. A few days later she comes running up the stairs looking for my youngest, claiming she heard her cry our "daddy help me". Mind you my youngest was passed out in bed. The other voice i was waiting for hubby to come home to leave for a long weekend trip. He was running late from work. I swore i heard the garage door open & heard someone having a conversation, like they were on the phone (which he normally does). A few minutes go by, no hubby. No one in the garage. Hes still at work.

My bestie and i have seen shadows in the house. At times i think someone is on our porch because the shadow goes by the window. Guess what. No one is there.

(recylcing from last year cuz i'm too lazy to retype the whole thing)
Here's one of mine.
sleep paralysis - I've experienced many of these over the years. Of course, the medicine men in my tribe would say otherwise, you know, superstitions/tribal beliefs, etc. I used to have these often when I lived on the reservation, so much so that some nights I did not want to fall asleep because I was fearful that this night visitor would once again appear. When I moved into the city, they disappeared and I was so relieved. I told no one I was moving but eventually, of course, word gets around. One night, after an argument with my then boyfriend, I went to sleep in a different room. I was angry with him and did not want to be near him. He went to sleep in our room. I slept in the spare room. I had drifted off when I felt the room grow cold, freezing. I heard that familiar creak on the stair, You know, when someone walks up from downstairs or goes down to the first level. I heard the door to our room open, the sound of the tv for a brief moment drifted through the open door, then the creak of the door being shut and the noise from the television set faded. I sleepily thought it was bf getting a midnight snack. Then, my door opened. I opened my eyes. The faint light from the hallway night light depicted a hooded, cloaked figure standing at the foot of my bed. I was instantly frozen. I could not move, could not speak, it felt like my jaw had become unhinged. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't for the life of me make a sound. I stared, horrified, the fear was ridiculously unreal. My heart would not stop pounding. He, this hooded figure, stood there, looking at me, not moving. Then, he raised his left arm, pushed the hood back off his head. I saw his silhouette against the light that drifted in from the hallway, short hair, slicked up on top to a short mohawk. Then, a voice..he said my name, twice and I felt his right hand grab my left foot. I freaked out. Then, was I finally able to scream out my boyfriend's name. He turned and disappeared. My bf came running into the room and I yelled that there was someone in the house. He ran downstairs, all the doors were locked, no sign of entry. He ran outside, saw a couple walking down the street, but nothing else.
In past instances, I have seen this same figure - always either at the foot of my bed, kneeling next to me, and once as a black cat with red eyes that sat on my chest.
My father, being superstitious and believing all of the traditions/customs of the native people, used to tell me that it was a witchcraft, someone dream-walking and wishing me harm. I haven't had any recently, thank god.