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I heard, or I believe I heard a ghost car crash.
Years ago, my friend and I were walking home one night around 12:30 am. We were walking up a hill in a woodsy type of neghborhood. Not many street lights. I heard a car crash and a woman scream, I whip around because it sounded like it was only a block away behind us. But the road is lined with a few little league fields, se have clear line of sight. There were no cars, no people, it was deserted. When I turned around my friend did the same. We stood in silence for a few minutes, looked at each other and booked it home. When I talk about it I still get goosebumps. |
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Not exactly a gosht history but very weird....the last month one of the lawyers at the firm where I work was talking by the phone with a lawyer of other firm. My job partner tells him that he could not do a favour. He tells me that he ask him to get the case of a client who works as a "witch" (using the Tarot and making potions as eons ago!!!). This happens at 15th of March, the other lawyer lost the witch cause at the court, when that womans knows the veredict she said "I don't wanna claim you, because I know you wanna die by a heart-attack...at the first of April he died Riescat In Pacem.
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About a week ago, I woke up and I couldn't move my arms, legs, neck or anything. I looked in the corner of my eye, and there was this thing with one knee on my bed, and one on the floor. I moved my arm down with all of my strength, but it was pushed back to where it was. I moved my head a little more, and it was hard to do. I finally got it tilted and was looking directly at this being. It was about 7 feet tall, it had hair down to the floor, with it covering half of it's face, it had no mouth what-so-ever, but the eyes were really creepy looking. The thing was purple and had a yellow looking aura around it in an oval shape, a thin ring. I couldn't move, talk or anything for about 30 minutes because of this thing holding me down.
I was telling my gf about it a couple days ago, and while I was describing it, she finished it out with details...They matched exactly. She had been seeing the same one in Germany, before she met me. Very strange....We swapped....I got her ghost....She got my nightmares....As soon as we started talking.... |
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Laaaaame.
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Maybe, but wouldn't it make a great Japanese horror film if they got the right director? Ju-on watch out!
Konpaku Doukeyakusha Ghost Clown or Hikage Doukeyakusha Shadow Clown I don't know if "hikage" or konpaku" should come after doukeyakusha, because I got these off of a vocab page a friend of my mine made for me one day. She speaks Japanese
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That's cool! I like.
Ghost stories are like my favoritest thing! |
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I remember one time, when i worked for the local newspaper, i spent a night in the old Simmon's place.
I tried to get in the front door but it wouldn't budge,so i walked around to the side where i fell through the coal shoot and landed in the basement. As i made my way upstairs the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up....i realized i wasn't alone.I tried to shake the feeling as i bedded down for the night in my sleeping bag. As i started to doze, i was throttled from my slumber by the sound of the old organ upstairs in the organ loft. I got scared and threw a book at the wall....much to my surprise the wall opened up to a secret stairway.....which led to...the organ loft. As i ascended the stairs the music got louder and much to my horror.....there was nobody sitting at the organ....it was playing by itself.....the blood covered keys moving to the tune without assistance. I quickly ran down the stairs....the thunder and lightening booming outside. At the bottom of the stairs was the picture of old Mrs Simmons...with garden shears stuck in her throat and blood oozing down.I managed to get out of there pretty quick and get back to write my story for the daily edition. It is a small town where i dwell, so when the story was published i was hailed as somewhat of a hero.......a picnic luncheon was had the following day in the town square and i was the guest of honor. I can still hear the cheers....."attaboy Luther". |
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sooooo creepy
eeeee did it really happen just like that ??? |
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