Ghost stories

[psycho d]

Thought it wa the perfect time to start a ghost story thread. This actually happened to me a couple of years back. Returning home from a W. African drum camp, my buddy Bruce and i spent the night at La Quinta in Flagstaff, AZ. i think it was room 219. It all began innocently enough. Before we headed out i took a quick shower. In the shower, every time i turned my back to the nozzle the water would suddenly become burning hot. If i watched the hot water valve it would work just fine. Happened three times. Whatever. After dinner we turned in. Having a difficult time falling asleep, i just stared up at the ceiling. i was trying to figure out what was causing the shadowy blob in the center. Slowly, it started to spread out and dissipate, disappearing altogether. My spine froze up in terror, so i figured a shot of vodka was the best plan of action. With a belly filled with loving warmth, i layed back down and closed my eyes, but was almost immediately accosted by an intermittant flash of light. i opened my eyes and no doubt, there was a light flashing inside of the room, just around the corner by the bathroom door. With the light switch turn off, the bulb was still flashing. No biggie i lied to myself. Just below the light, though, was the bathroom door, and i knew somehow that to look at the door would gift me a terrifying sight. Eyes averted, i unscrewed the bulb and ran back to my bed. Bruce seemed undisturbed in his own bed. i layed down and fell into an instant dream, looking into the bathroom door. There was a creole woman (New Orleans???) standing there, pissed. The bulb was flashing. With each flash she was closer. i mumbled apologies. Soon she was in my face, slapping me, hitting me. i awoke in a terror. More vodka. i layed back down, at first on my back. Turning to my left, i fell thorugh the bed, into an abyss. Felt like i was being pulled away somewhere. i fought and fought to get back up. Finally i did. Layed there in terror the rest of the night. The next morning, Bruce, who sleeps like the dead, without first hearing my story, said he was up all night, tortured by the sense that he was being chased all night. During the drive back to California, at any point in time, i could spot a whirlwind moving in our direction, as if it was chasing us, until we were nearly home. That was a couple years ago. Any more stories apposite to the time of the year???
derek

[wufongtan.]

A few years back we lived ina house which had a long hall way, with wooden floors. And about once a week( sometimes more) In between about 11:00 pm and 12:00 midnightish. You would hear footsteps running up our hallway. Sounded like the steps of a small kid. You could hear as plain as day.

[Zero]

i lived in an apartment in kansas city where my stuff would get moved. i lived alone and regularly came out to find my change scattered in ways i would never do (i tend to stack it) or find my wallet on the floor or keys underneath something. i moved out fairly soon - partly cause i couldn't afford it and partly cause it kind of weirded me out and made me feel funny - when i moved out the landlord said -"no one ever stays here very long - i don't even like going into the place"