With Halloween a mere week away...can we share some GHOST STORIES?



Please keep this lively...I'm not interested in a philosophical discussion on whether or not spirits or apparitions exist or not.

This is all about Halloween...and SPOOKS!!!



SHARE YOUR GHOST STORIES, ORGERS!!!!!

This is my favorite true story as recounted by my Grandmother (RIP) -

When my grandmother was a baby, they lived in a rented house.

She was very little - months old probably - and one day my great-grandmother awoke to find her lying on the floor. The next morning, in spite of whatever precautions she took to keep the baby from "falling" to the floor...she awoke and the baby was lying on the floor again.

The next evening my great-grandmother stayed awake all night to see how the baby was winding up on the floor. In the deep of the night, she spotted a white apparition making her way down the hall into the room.

It was a lady dressed in white, and she motioned for my great-grandmother to follow as she went back down the hall.

When she reached a certain spot in the house, she bent down and motioned with her hands as if digging.

Then she vanished.

The next morning she told the landlady, and the two of them pulled up the floor boards and began to dig in the spot.

Lo & Behold! They found a chest!!!

However, my very young and very superstitious great-grandmother was convinced by the landlady that whatever was in the box must be "cursed" so they put it back...and that alone was enough to send her packing to find another house to rent.

My grandmother was always convinced that whatever was in the chest was "meant" for her struggling mother & the landlady probably led a cursed life for having schemed it away from them.

PurpleJedi said:

This is my favorite true story as recounted by my Grandmother (RIP) -

When my grandmother was a baby, they lived in a rented house.

She was very little - months old probably - and one day my great-grandmother awoke to find her lying on the floor. The next morning, in spite of whatever precautions she took to keep the baby from "falling" to the floor...she awoke and the baby was lying on the floor again.

The next evening my great-grandmother stayed awake all night to see how the baby was winding up on the floor. In the deep of the night, she spotted a white apparition making her way down the hall into the room.

It was a lady dressed in white, and she motioned for my great-grandmother to follow as she went back down the hall.

When she reached a certain spot in the house, she bent down and motioned with her hands as if digging.

Then she vanished.

The next morning she told the landlady, and the two of them pulled up the floor boards and began to dig in the spot.

Lo & Behold! They found a chest!!!

However, my very young and very superstitious great-grandmother was convinced by the landlady that whatever was in the box must be "cursed" so they put it back...and that alone was enough to send her packing to find another house to rent.

My grandmother was always convinced that whatever was in the chest was "meant" for her struggling mother & the landlady probably led a cursed life for having schemed it away from them.

maybe the chest was filled with gold treasure?

this is something which happened to my mother, and is true: my mom used to work as a nurse in the bone marrow transplant ward at the U of M. one out of three of her patients passed on; did not survive treatment. one morning at around 3:45 am, my mother awoke in her own bed to the sound of one of her patients crying and saying 'goodbye Fran', and when mom went to work the next day, she discovered that this patient had passed on at around that time.

another true story is that of a family friend who was informed that her grandmother had fallen seriously ill and was declining. the family friend traveled home as quickly as she could but her grandmother passed on before she arrived. that night, she dreamed that she and her grandmother were walking and talking together, and her grandmother told her not to worry or be sorry, that she was all right and that 'little jimmy' was all right too. when she awoke, the family friend asked other family members who little jimmy could be? but it was only when she checked the old family Bible that her family became aware of the stillborn child born to her grandparents many years prior, and that 'little jimmy's' tragic death had never been spoken of before in the family....

uniden said:

PurpleJedi said:

This is my favorite true story as recounted by my Grandmother (RIP) -

When my grandmother was a baby, they lived in a rented house.

She was very little - months old probably - and one day my great-grandmother awoke to find her lying on the floor. The next morning, in spite of whatever precautions she took to keep the baby from "falling" to the floor...she awoke and the baby was lying on the floor again.

The next evening my great-grandmother stayed awake all night to see how the baby was winding up on the floor. In the deep of the night, she spotted a white apparition making her way down the hall into the room.

It was a lady dressed in white, and she motioned for my great-grandmother to follow as she went back down the hall.

When she reached a certain spot in the house, she bent down and motioned with her hands as if digging.

Then she vanished.

The next morning she told the landlady, and the two of them pulled up the floor boards and began to dig in the spot.

Lo & Behold! They found a chest!!!

However, my very young and very superstitious great-grandmother was convinced by the landlady that whatever was in the box must be "cursed" so they put it back...and that alone was enough to send her packing to find another house to rent.

My grandmother was always convinced that whatever was in the chest was "meant" for her struggling mother & the landlady probably led a cursed life for having schemed it away from them.

maybe the chest was filled with gold treasure?

Probably money.

Back then people tended to bury/hide their money rather than risk losing it in a bank.

After I moved into our new home, for a while during the summer I would come to in the middle of the night talking to a woman in white with red hair. Her hair was like an old school Strawberry blond 40's style hairdo. Not sure if I was being visited, but it was for a while that I would just come to talking to this lady. I may have just woke myself talking in my sleep. Perhaps it was just dreams, but they stopped as quickly as they started when fall came. I also remember coming to and thinking that I saw a woman hover over me; in white, with the red hair.

But who knows. My grandmother had passed the year before and I was too broke to fly out for the funeral. I had poured all of our $ into the new house when she passed. My grandma has strawberry blonde hair. Sometimes I wonder if it was her. We didn't have much of a relationship. She was mean as hell. But I still felt guilty for not seeing her before she died.

Dalia11 said:

Not at this time. I would like to see/talk to some.

Not me!

They say that they will only appear to those who are capable of handling such an experience.

I'd freak out.

KatSkrizzle said:

After I moved into our new home, for a while during the summer I would come to in the middle of the night talking to a woman in white with red hair. Her hair was like an old school Strawberry blond 40's style hairdo. Not sure if I was being visited, but it was for a while that I would just come to talking to this lady. I may have just woke myself talking in my sleep. Perhaps it was just dreams, but they stopped as quickly as they started when fall came. I also remember coming to and thinking that I saw a woman hover over me; in white, with the red hair.

But who knows. My grandmother had passed the year before and I was too broke to fly out for the funeral. I had poured all of our $ into the new house when she passed. My grandma has strawberry blonde hair. Sometimes I wonder if it was her. We didn't have much of a relationship. She was mean as hell. But I still felt guilty for not seeing her before she died.

I always thought that when my paternal grandmother passed that I would "feel" it or see her or SOMETHING. I was her favorite.

She passed and NOTHING.

I was a HUGE Elvis fan growing up. The day after he died, in the middle of the night, I was awakened when I heard footsteps in the hallway in our home. I didn't think much of it at the time because I figured someone had gotten up to use the bathroom yet no one turned on any lights (which was strange). The next day, my mother told me that she woke up to the same footsteps and gazed into the hallway and saw Elvis' image (in white) standing in the hallway (in full regalia). His image was there for a few seconds and then disappeared. She said it wasn't a scary feeling (but a calm feeling) that came over her when she saw him. I'm not saying it was Elvis himself, however, it did happen.

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It was interesting because I was at Elvis' last concert here in Minneapolis in April 1977 and was in the first couple of rows. It was his last song and everyone was pushing & shoving to rush the stage even from the back of the auditorium (it was kind of scary, mob like). There wasn't enough security to hold everyone back. Folding chairs and everything were being trampled over. Anyhow, I made my way to the right side of the stage and looked up as he was leaving and said "Elvis" with a smile on my face reaching out my hand to wave at him and he walked over, smiled at me and grabbed my hand with a strong grip. I was amazed that he even heard me over the loud music but he did. I felt a tangible electricity pump through my entire body when he grabbed my hand and then he left the stage. I was the last hand he grabbed before leaving the stage that night. That electricity lasted for about an hour or so. It just kept coming over me in waves.

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When I visited Graceland around 2004, 2005 (somewhere in there), I was standing in a room all by myself that was outside his home (on the grounds) & I had another strange thing happen. I was in the room where there was a piano and Elvis had apparently been playing the piano in there earlier in the evening the night of his death (gospel music I believe). I walked up to a glass area that contained some enclosed items of his and was just looking around. Suddenly, that same tangible electricity came over me again and again in waves from the top of my head to the soles of my feet and I didn't know why. When I turned around, right behind me on display was the same outfit he was wearing when he grabbed my hand and smiled at me in 1977 before he left the stage. I kid you not. I had no idea that it was there until I turned around. I just stood there in amazement.

Tempest said:

I was a HUGE Elvis fan growing up. The day after he died, in the middle of the night, I was awakened when I heard footsteps in the hallway in our home. I didn't think much of it at the time because I figured someone had gotten up to use the bathroom yet no one turned on any lights (which was strange). The next day, my mother told me that she woke up to the same footsteps and gazed into the hallway and saw Elvis' image (in white) standing in the hallway (in full regalia). His image was there for a few seconds and then disappeared. She said it wasn't a scary feeling (but a calm feeling) that came over her when she saw him. I'm not saying it was Elvis himself, however, it did happen.

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It was interesting because I was at Elvis' last concert here in Minneapolis in April 1977 and was in the first couple of rows. It was his last song and everyone was pushing & shoving to rush the stage even from the back of the auditorium (it was kind of scary, mob like). There wasn't enough security to hold everyone back. Folding chairs and everything were being trampled over. Anyhow, I made my way to the right side of the stage and looked up as he was leaving and said "Elvis" with a smile on my face reaching out my hand to wave at him and he walked over, smiled at me and grabbed my hand with a strong grip. I was amazed that he even heard me over the loud music but he did. I felt a tangible electricity pump through my entire body when he grabbed my hand and then he left the stage. I was the last hand he grabbed before leaving the stage that night. That electricity lasted for about an hour or so. It just kept coming over me in waves.

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When I visited Graceland around 2004, 2005 (somewhere in there), I was standing in a room all by myself that was outside his home (on the grounds) & I had another strange thing happen. I was in the room where there was a piano and Elvis had apparently been playing the piano in there earlier in the evening the night of his death (gospel music I believe). I walked up to a glass area that contained some enclosed items of his and was just looking around. Suddenly, that same tangible electricity came over me again and again in waves from the top of my head to the soles of my feet and I didn't know why. When I turned around, right behind me on display was the same outfit he was wearing when he grabbed my hand and smiled at me in 1977 before he left the stage. I kid you not. I had no idea that it was there until I turned around. I just stood there in amazement.

Except for the fact that he's not really dead.

PurpleJedi

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A taste of your own medicine you fish slapping master.

Oh yea, and, I had that same experience (strong electrical current) one other time in my life that I won't go into. This person is still living.

#1 -

#2 -

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep

loads of them.

A certain portion of my family is cursed:

When one of my cousin's was a teen-ager (late teens) she went to a drive-in theater with her then boyfriend. They were making out in the front seat, when she happened to spot a guy sitting in a convertable next to them, just staring at her. She said she got chills from his stare, he looked evil. She told her boyfriend, but when he looked, there was no car there. A little while later, when they were making out again, she happened to look again and the guy was there, again, staring at them. My cousin started freaking out about it, so her boyfriend started the car and moved to a different spot. They were making out again and had the windows in the car very steamy. When they finally stopped, Cathy happened to glance out the back window and written in the steam was "F... you, Cathy." It was written on the inside of the car.

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Another time, my aunt (Cathy's mom), was playing with a Ouji board, and another aunt (by marriage) asked if she would ever see her ex-husband. He was killed during war, had his head blown off. The ouji board said, "Yes". My aunt asked "when?" and it replied "now, in the basement". My aunts decided to go down into the basement to check it out, just laughing about it. When they got down there, they looked around when all of a sudden this shadow came out from behind the furnace, about the height and same size as my aunt's ex-husband, and there was no head on the shadow. They screamed and ran out of the basement. This one sticks out to me, because I had some of my toys (and roller skates) at my Aunt's house, in the basement, and my aunt and uncle moved out of that house and refused to allow anyone to go back into the basement. I was upset because I loved my roller skates but no one would get them for me.

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Two more: My aunt and her kids were home alone, while my uncle was working overnights. There was a room in that house (again, in the basement) that they were not allowed to go into. It was locked and the landlord said he'd lost the key to the door long ago. One night they couldn't find one of my cousins, my favorite cousin in the whole world! They searched the entire house and finally found him in the basement. The door that no one had been able to get into, because there was no key, my cousin was in that room. In the center of the room was a large tree trunk like thing, with an axe stuck in it and Steve had a hold of that axe, trying to pull it out of the stump. The room had blood splatters everywhere and Steve looked like he was possessed. Again, another house they moved out of quickly.

**************And finally, my aunt and her family had moved into another house and were alone again, while my uncle was working. And one night my aunt said she started hearing some very strange sounds and started getting scared, so she gathered all of her kids up and brought them into her room and put them in bed with her. Later in the night she started hearing breathing sounds and looked and said it looked like the walls were breathing, moving in and out. And all of a sudden she heard, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" My aunt said she didn't think twice, grabbed the kids and was gone, again leaving everything behind. They never went back to that house. There were other stories, things that happened to other members of the family, like me seeing my mom when I was 10, reaching out for me. She died when I was 7. I told my aunt (a different aunt) about it and described what she was wearing, including a brooch she had on. My aunt's face went pale and she went into her room and came out with the exact same brooch I had described. I had never seen it before. My aunt said it had belonged to their mother and they were supposed to bury my mom with that brooch, but my aunt had changed her mind at the last moment because she couldn't part with it, since it had been their mom's. Other things like that. I asked my other aunt about those stories back in June of this year. I hadn't seen her in 22 years and had never asked her about those stories. I just always thought that I had imagined them, or had gotten some spooky stories mixed up with our family history (maybe I'd seen some movies as a child), or something. My aunt said those things did happen. She said she used to practice witchcraft and decided to get out of it, and always felt something was very mad at her for doing so. I don't know if they are really true or not, but my aunt (and her kids) swear they are and they remember those things.

prittypriss said:

A certain portion of my family is cursed:

When one of my cousin's was a teen-ager (late teens) she went to a drive-in theater with her then boyfriend. They were making out in the front seat, when she happened to spot a guy sitting in a convertable next to them, just staring at her. She said she got chills from his stare, he looked evil. She told her boyfriend, but when he looked, there was no car there. A little while later, when they were making out again, she happened to look again and the guy was there, again, staring at them. My cousin started freaking out about it, so her boyfriend started the car and moved to a different spot. They were making out again and had the windows in the car very steamy. When they finally stopped, Cathy happened to glance out the back window and written in the steam was "F... you, Cathy." It was written on the inside of the car.

*********

Another time, my aunt (Cathy's mom), was playing with a Ouji board, and another aunt (by marriage) asked if she would ever see her ex-husband. He was killed during war, had his head blown off. The ouji board said, "Yes". My aunt asked "when?" and it replied "now, in the basement". My aunts decided to go down into the basement to check it out, just laughing about it. When they got down there, they looked around when all of a sudden this shadow came out from behind the furnace, about the height and same size as my aunt's ex-husband, and there was no head on the shadow. They screamed and ran out of the basement. This one sticks out to me, because I had some of my toys (and roller skates) at my Aunt's house, in the basement, and my aunt and uncle moved out of that house and refused to allow anyone to go back into the basement. I was upset because I loved my roller skates but no one would get them for me.

*************

Two more: My aunt and her kids were home alone, while my uncle was working overnights. There was a room in that house (again, in the basement) that they were not allowed to go into. It was locked and the landlord said he'd lost the key to the door long ago. One night they couldn't find one of my cousins, my favorite cousin in the whole world! They searched the entire house and finally found him in the basement. The door that no one had been able to get into, because there was no key, my cousin was in that room. In the center of the room was a large tree trunk like thing, with an axe stuck in it and Steve had a hold of that axe, trying to pull it out of the stump. The room had blood splatters everywhere and Steve looked like he was possessed. Again, another house they moved out of quickly.

**************And finally, my aunt and her family had moved into another house and were alone again, while my uncle was working. And one night my aunt said she started hearing some very strange sounds and started getting scared, so she gathered all of her kids up and brought them into her room and put them in bed with her. Later in the night she started hearing breathing sounds and looked and said it looked like the walls were breathing, moving in and out. And all of a sudden she heard, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" My aunt said she didn't think twice, grabbed the kids and was gone, again leaving everything behind. They never went back to that house. There were other stories, things that happened to other members of the family, like me seeing my mom when I was 10, reaching out for me. She died when I was 7. I told my aunt (a different aunt) about it and described what she was wearing, including a brooch she had on. My aunt's face went pale and she went into her room and came out with the exact same brooch I had described. I had never seen it before. My aunt said it had belonged to their mother and they were supposed to bury my mom with that brooch, but my aunt had changed her mind at the last moment because she couldn't part with it, since it had been their mom's. Other things like that. I asked my other aunt about those stories back in June of this year. I hadn't seen her in 22 years and had never asked her about those stories. I just always thought that I had imagined them, or had gotten some spooky stories mixed up with our family history (maybe I'd seen some movies as a child), or something. My aunt said those things did happen. She said she used to practice witchcraft and decided to get out of it, and always felt something was very mad at her for doing so. I don't know if they are really true or not, but my aunt (and her kids) swear they are and they remember those things.

My ex and her folks had "things" happen to the last house they loved in.

They actually had just bought it, and a friend of her dad stopped by. She refused to go inside, saying "things happened in there". He laughed it off as a crazy old woman's superstitions.

He wasn't laughing the day he came home from work and heard (what he thought was) the footsteps of my ex running down the stairs and running into the front porch. He called out to her b/c he was making a sandwich and wanted to give her a piece. He called and called and got upset when she didn't answer. That's when he realized he was all alone in the house.

Or when her mom went out one day (no one home) to string laundry - came back and the door had closed AND locked behind her. The kind of lock that you have to TURN by hand!!!!

Spooky stuff.

Purple, do you know if that house in "Amityville Horror" still standing in Long Island?

PurpleJedi said:

Tempest said:

I was a HUGE Elvis fan growing up. The day after he died, in the middle of the night, I was awakened when I heard footsteps in the hallway in our home. I didn't think much of it at the time because I figured someone had gotten up to use the bathroom yet no one turned on any lights (which was strange). The next day, my mother told me that she woke up to the same footsteps and gazed into the hallway and saw Elvis' image (in white) standing in the hallway (in full regalia). His image was there for a few seconds and then disappeared. She said it wasn't a scary feeling (but a calm feeling) that came over her when she saw him. I'm not saying it was Elvis himself, however, it did happen.

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It was interesting because I was at Elvis' last concert here in Minneapolis in April 1977 and was in the first couple of rows. It was his last song and everyone was pushing & shoving to rush the stage even from the back of the auditorium (it was kind of scary, mob like). There wasn't enough security to hold everyone back. Folding chairs and everything were being trampled over. Anyhow, I made my way to the right side of the stage and looked up as he was leaving and said "Elvis" with a smile on my face reaching out my hand to wave at him and he walked over, smiled at me and grabbed my hand with a strong grip. I was amazed that he even heard me over the loud music but he did. I felt a tangible electricity pump through my entire body when he grabbed my hand and then he left the stage. I was the last hand he grabbed before leaving the stage that night. That electricity lasted for about an hour or so. It just kept coming over me in waves.

*

When I visited Graceland around 2004, 2005 (somewhere in there), I was standing in a room all by myself that was outside his home (on the grounds) & I had another strange thing happen. I was in the room where there was a piano and Elvis had apparently been playing the piano in there earlier in the evening the night of his death (gospel music I believe). I walked up to a glass area that contained some enclosed items of his and was just looking around. Suddenly, that same tangible electricity came over me again and again in waves from the top of my head to the soles of my feet and I didn't know why. When I turned around, right behind me on display was the same outfit he was wearing when he grabbed my hand and smiled at me in 1977 before he left the stage. I kid you not. I had no idea that it was there until I turned around. I just stood there in amazement.

Except for the fact that he's not really dead.

Beautifulstarr123 said:

PurpleJedi said:

Except for the fact that he's not really dead.

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Actually, you're right. He's alive & well in my heart.

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[Edited 10/27/13 11:55am]

Tempest said:

Beautifulstarr123 said:

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Actually, you're right. He's alive & well in my heart.

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[Edited 10/27/13 11:55am]

I didn't say anything to you. I just laughed. Sounds like he was joking to me

Beautifulstarr123 said:

Tempest said:

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Actually, you're right. He's alive & well in my heart.

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[Edited 10/27/13 11:55am]

I didn't say anything to you. I just laughed. Sounds like he was joking to me

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Yes, I know you weren't saying anything to me. And yes, he was joking.

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I just felt like responding from the heart.

Tempest said:

Beautifulstarr123 said:

I didn't say anything to you. I just laughed. Sounds like he was joking to me

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Yes, I know you weren't saying anything to me. And yes, he was joking.

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I just felt like responding from the heart.

Ok, cool. Good to know.

I had my own ghost story when I was in the caribbean, but it's too complicated to tell in English.

Beautifulstarr123 said:

Purple, do you know if that house in "Amityville Horror" still standing in Long Island?

Yeah, but they've remodeled it so those "creepy eyes" windows are different, and cops are quick to chase away people who park in front to take pictures and stuff.

Serious said:

I had my own ghost story when I was in the caribbean, but it's too complicated to tell in English.

PurpleJedi said:

Serious said:

I had my own ghost story when I was in the caribbean, but it's too complicated to tell in English.

It probably is easier to tell than to write down, so I can tell you on Skype sometimes or if I make it to that org invasion in person even though it is not very likely I'll be there

Serious said:

PurpleJedi said:

It probably is easier to tell than to write down, so I can tell you on Skype sometimes or if I make it to that org invasion in person even though it is not very likely I'll be there

PurpleJedi said:

Serious said:

It probably is easier to tell than to write down, so I can tell you on Skype sometimes or if I make it to that org invasion in person even though it is not very likely I'll be there

PurpleJedi said:

Beautifulstarr123 said:

Purple, do you know if that house in "Amityville Horror" still standing in Long Island?

Yeah, but they've remodeled it so those "creepy eyes" windows are different, and cops are quick to chase away people who park in front to take pictures and stuff.

Is someone living there or vacant? I read that a few families moved out over the years because it's haunted. Some guy killed his whole family, and then himself in that house. I think that's how the true story went.