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OKay first one was when I was 8 or 9. I was home with my mom and brother. Sister was spending the night with a friend and my brother was too young to get out of bed at night. My dad was working midnights. I had a nightmare and went to sleep in my Mom's bed. After falling asleep my Mom and I both woke up at the same time and rolled over to face the same wall. Soon as we did that we saw a dark shadow of a man in what looked like old farmers clothes walk across the wall. The door then creeked open, and we heard footsteps going down the stairs. So this one is paranormal either way because we either both saw and heard all of that, or were both having the same dream. We'll both swear our lives on this happening. We also later did research to find out our house was a farm house before further development nearby.
Another was a few years later. My cousin is the same age as my mom, her kids the same age as me and my siblings. Their house was notoriously creepy. To start this story off, I slept over there a lot as a kid, and always saw stuff out of the corner of my eye. I also flat out saw a lady in the lower floor bedroom just sitting on the bed. I kept that quiet for a long time, until this one night when my Mom, cousin, me and my siblings, and my cousin's kids were all in the livingroom. My cousin's husband at the time was very abusive and would hit here. So as we;re sitting there playing NES and our Moms are having tea watching us play My cousin's wedding picture flew off the wall and across the room. It hits another wall and shatters. Then my cousin starts getting upset and we all talked about it. Her thoughts were that the old lady who died in her bedroom before they moved in was protecting them from her husband. I freaked right out because we had never put two and two together. Last one is that there is this little fabric and crafts store in uptown port colborne. Ever since I was little I haven't been able to go into the back quilting room without not being able to breathe. Then I did research and found out that the guy burried in the local legend Hopkins' Tomb used to live there and owned the building.
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Very creepy macabre. In reguards to the pic.....Who ya gonna call!?!
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That's SO CREEPY.
Wow. Thanks for sharing!
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Those were some chilling stories there, Miss. Tell me, are you quite an emotionally tuned person? Same with your mother. I believe not so much in sentient ghosts but in emotional imprints left behind. If something brilliant or something terrible has happened somewhere you can always just tell it, and I think for those more in tuned with this they can sense things for longer.
As for my ghost stories, I don't have many. My primary school was an old Victorian school and in one corner of the playground layed the old toilets from that time, which were now used as storage space. When things were very quiet, occasionally you could hear faint banging sounds from within the building. As I've grown older I doubt that this was a ghost more and more; probably just old pipes, but it did get me onto to Canadian TV show Mystery Hunters. Another one, relating to my mother dates back to the 60s. My Grandfather had recently died and so my mother, uncle and Grandmother had to move around frequently. They ran a small shop with a house attached, although this was built from two different houses and to get to my mother's bedroom from the lounge you had to go through a hallway, a small outdoor courtyard, another hallway and up a staircase so she would often feel isolated. What she didn't find out until she was a fair bit older is that regularly she would wake up in the night screaming and my grandmother had to go and comfort her, something my mother has no recolection of. Now, this could all be down to just her fright at being alone but... The next owner, a few months after buying the house, called my Grandmother enquiring about the room my mother used to sleep in. He asked if anything had happened there out of the ordinary. Turns out, he had intended that room to be where he kept all of his cat's stuff including it's bed/litterbox etc. The cat would refuse to go in by itself and if carried in it would start hissing, hair would stand on end and it would immediately run out...
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VERY creepy!
I wish that I had those stories of my own to share. I WANT to believe in ghosts, but it's hard when I haven't experienced it first-hand (of course that's not to belittle anyone here who is sharing their own encounters)... At my college (Colby College, Waterville, ME, 1813) it was said that the theater building was haunted by a female ghost. Apparently it used to be a girl's dormitory in the 60s and she had committed suicide because she was pregnant (which was a HUGE issue at the time, she being young and unwed and whatnot) and an abortion was out of the question (being both illegal and dangerous). Students would tell stories of lights going on and off, mysterious footsteps and sounds coming from upstairs, and it was a tradition for all stage managers to keep one of the back stage doors open so that she could watch the performances...
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As for the topic...I've always wanted to believe, but I have a hard time with it. A few years back I had a very intense "supernatural" experience and from then on I believed for sure, but the more I think it over the more I pass it off as my mind just fucking with me. Not much of a story to tell, really. The house I grew up in, my mother always told me about weird - but benevolent - things happening before I was born. I never noticed anything myself, until about 3 years ago. It was fairly early morning, sun hadn't really come up yet. I went upstairs, the hallway was pitch dark and there was this shape floating about halfway down the hall from me. It's hard to describe...it was just a few shades darker than the rest of the hall, and looked vaguely human; like a really distorted shadow. It wasn't the shape itself that made such an impression though. As soon as I walked into the hall, I was absolutely frozen. I couldn't move for about 30 seconds or so, and I was filled with this intense feeling of dread and emptiness, and like I didn't belong there. Pretty impossible to describe what was going through me, but suffice to say I've never felt anything like it. Nothing happened from there though. Disappeared, and I never had another experience like it. At the time it was hard NOT to believe that something supernatural had happened, but like I said - the more I look back on it, the more I doubt that it was anything more than a trick of the light and an under-digested breakfast. Who knows?
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It was July, 1997. We were headed for Gazani, Sherpur...a forest located in the far northern side of Bangladesh along with India-Bangladesh border. A very good friend of mine...Tanvir was working as a cartoonist in a local Bangla newspaper as well as in the popular Bangla Satire magazine UNMAAD (inspired from MAD) that time. He came to let us know one day a pretty weird story that he heard at the UNMAD office. 2 University students had a trip at the Gazani few months ago and after their return to Dhaka they found a photo that they took on their trip to the jungle with an unknown ghostly figure standing along with them. Just after that they were in severe fever and died. So there was something in that jungle. So we...a group of 8 friends decided to go their & hope to have an adventure for real. Gazani is a beautiful remote jungle area. When we arrived the first shock came from the govt. tourist cottage (Hotel Obokash) that we planned to stay. That was closed at that point of time. We found the gardener. He was very quite & had a suspicious & creepy character & always move around with an axe. He informed us very rudely that we need to go the main town of Sherpur & contact with the Deputy Commissioner who can permit us to stay at Oboskash. We just moved on and found a construction site of a tower where 2 worker welcomed us to spent the night with them. Their kind hospitality amazed us. They were very nice. But we had no time for sweet chats as we were on a mission to see or experience something paranormal. They also told us that "yes!" there was something in the jungle that lurks in the dark every night and they were pretty sure that's something very evil & unearthly! They tried to stop us to go their but we were ready for any risks by that time; so they couldn't succeed to stop us. We went into the jungle & had a pretty awesome time in the eerie & haunting atmosphere of the jungle.
Still some of us claimed that they saw something in that night but the most surprising fact was after we came back home we also found one of the photographs that we took on the tour was something none of us can explain ever. A pile of smokes in front of a tree that in the shape of a human being! Still we aren't sure who took that picture...though every one of us swear to God that "I didn't took it" but 'may be' one or some of us is lying & keeping that thing as a mystery. But at that time the whole thing gave us a real eerie & haunted feelings that we still can't figured a proper or reasonable explanations. The good thing was we were okay & nothing bad happened to us. But somehow we lost that photograph along with the whole negative of our tour and now none of us have that photograph to share.:(
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