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General => IHADAV8 Playground => Topic started by: Be4u on April 12 2006, 12:58:43 PM
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About a block away from a house I lived in there was a house that us kids said was haunted. We were all scared of the house. One day we decided to investigate up close. I was peering through a window and I saw a transparent face looking back at me. I couldnt move, talk and I think I got dizzy. After what seemed like a minute of petrification I realized that the face I saw was my reflection.
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Hey PCP58, check this out...they must be talking about the ghost of the houlka hospital. :rofl; Did they recently build a hospital there?
"The ghost of a young Indian warrior was spotted in a Houlka area hospital, walking the hallways. This is one of those ghosts that is seen over and over around here."
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Dude, you started this exact same thread over on terminal6pussi es like a year or two ago.
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Good memory! I forgot I did. I'm just amazed how scared I was....since you started talking about ghosts I though I'd get people to share their stories.
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Good memory! I forgot I did. I'm just amazed how scared I was....since you started talking about ghosts I though I'd get people to share their stories.
My husband scares me with some things that he does, does that count???????????????????lol
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Good memory! I forgot I did. I'm just amazed how scared I was....since you started talking about ghosts I though I'd get people to share their stories.
My husband scares me with some things that he does, does that count???????????????????lol
No
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I am a stone atheist and fierce skeptic, but I have to admit that I've experienced some eerie shit that just gets filed under "WTF?". I have a few that I wont tell because they're just too unbelievable and you'd laugh. I think you'll dig *this* story, however. It's from when I was 19 years old. It's kind of a long story.
Part 1:
Between Ely and Ruth Nevada (about 8 miles or so) runs Highway 50....called "The Loneliest Road In America".
(http://www.america-dreamz.com/nevada/paysages/photos/us50_loneliest01-01.jpg)
Ely is a small town, but Ruth is a ghost town of about 50 people who never leave their homes. Seriously, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon you are incapable of spotting any sign of life at all. I had a friend Josh who had lived there his entire life until he moved to Lake Tahoe when he was around 20. Well, I had moved away from there and later was driving back to visit Josh and go see my favorite area in the world. Just a few miles outside of Ruth I smelled something burning and opened the vents....sure enough, a plume of bluish black smoke filled the car (this was my first GN). I pulled over, killed the engine and popped the hood.....the second the hood popped, I heard that
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Part 3:
The abovementioned length of road is in a little canyon and there is nothing out there, so naturally it's darker than six feet up a bull's ass, but that night there was a rather bright moon, so all was cool. At the halfway mark (which would later always be where it started), I heard a very low mumbling. Y'know how when something just isn't right you know it immediately? That's how it was- it was a voice that was probably 40 feet to the left of the road, but it sounded like it was 2 feet away....and low as hell. (Side note: The song "Kill To Ruth" is inspired by the town of Ruth [but not for it's ghosts, lol] and at the beginning of the track, I tried to emulate that mumbling by speaking very quietly into a microphone with my voice lowered an octave digitally). Then the voice got a little louder....and then there were a few of them. You're probably thinking that there was someone camping or some shit and I was mistaken....wi thout going into all kinds of details, please just trust me on this- that shit was not right. At that point, I was pretty damn scared and was walking a bit faster. The voices stopped. Just like that. It's hard to explain, but the silence wasn't really a good thing in my mind....to me, it just made it more certain that I was going to hear something
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Hmm.. I skipped your stories because I'm on lunch, and time is money. Will read later...
Anyway, I've thought so fast that everything was in slow motion before.
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...Anyway, I've thought so fast that everything was in slow motion before.
:rofl; I spun a car out at about 135 or so and that couple of seconds seemed like a life time during the spin.
and THAT, my friends, is the Theory of Relativity.
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Finally the story of Ruth.......
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Well written. I think you discovered the "story of the ghost" (phish song) fucking horses! I could just see you now... :rofl;
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I had something kinda spooky happen to me. Not scary like Sylvan's story.
About 15 years ago, I worked at a door and window factory.
One of the guys I worked with was named Joe Salisbury. Joe
was a retired school teacher who was working at the plant to
subsidize his income. In an odd sort of way, he was a real cool
guy to work with. Often times at lunch a group of us would
hang out and discuss all sorts of bizzarre shit. He used to bring
in poetry for us to read. One poem in particular was called
"The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert Service.
hers a small piece of it:
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
The artic trails have their loathsome tales that'd make your
blood run cold
The Northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest
I ever did see
Was the night on the marge out on lake LeBarge where I
cremated Sam Mc Gee.
Sam was from Plumtree down in Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows
Why he chose to roam the pole, God only knows.
Thats some from memory. More on this later.
Often times we'd intentionally tell all sorts of gut groaning types
of jokes. Most often Joe's response would be him shaking his head
saying "I should've known."
In the plant, they'd play oldies and easy listening music over the PA system.
I remember two songs that got played over and over again. One was "The
Lion Sleeps Tonight" by the Tokens, and the other was"Hero" by Bette Midler.
Joe would ofter complain about those two songs. Mostly that lions are
nocturnal and therefore don't sleep at night. Thus the song made no sense.
You can't argue with logic...
Christmas was coming upon us and the plant would be closing for a few days.
The last day, we all left work to a snowstorm. This was one of my favorite
memories ! The entire shop had a snowball fight in the parking lot ! There were
60 year old guys throwing snowballs! The women from the office were into it as well.
No one, and I mean no one, was safe ! Everybody was into it. I was laughing
so hard, I could hardly breathe. It was so frickin awesome to see everyone having
such a good time.
After that everyone went home for the holiday. I had what I'd considder a normal Christmas that year. But, that was shadowed by a dark cloud upon returning to work
and recieving the news that Joe had died over the holiday. I was shocked.
Later I found out he was playing cards with his family on Christmas Eve,
and had a heart attack at the table. I sent his wife a sympathy card, eventhough
I've never met her.
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continued...
At the time, besides guitar playing, I was into CB and Ham radio for
hobies. I used to BS with everybody on the radio much like I do with
you guys here.
A year later on Christmas Eve, I was hanging out on the radio with some friends.
Keep in mind, I hadn't told them this story untill this night, and I didn't
mention anything about the music played at work either. On a spur of the moment
thing, I decided to tell a short version of this story, and read the Cremation of
Sam McGee as a dedication to my lost friend. So I keyed up my mike,
told the short story, and read the entire poem. When I unkeyed the mike
there was someone out in the distance with their mike keyed up, playing
"Hero". I was beside my self ! All I could say(my mike wasn't on at this time)
was "I should've known !" Upon saying that, the mike in the distance unkeyed and went silent. I then had a strange gut feeling that Joe had just communicated
with me from beyond ! This was followed up by a few friends keying up with compliments. To this day, I still get that weird feeling when I think about it.
A few years later, my sister bought me Ted Nugent's book for Christmas.
In the book, Ted tells a story about Fred Bear where he had a paranormal experience in the studio while recording a song about him. This had inspired
me to write a song too. I recorded most of it back in November. Its now
on my to do list. It's called "Beyond the Dawn".
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All your stories, damn. I want to go to this town now Sylvan. I don't even know what to say. Wow.
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All your stories, damn. I want to go to this town now Sylvan. I don't even know what to say. Wow.
For hours of desert wasteland north of Vegas and you're there! lol
Jeez, Rob- you story just ruined my day. That's awful.....I get the feeling that guy was really cool. And I never thought about how lions are knocturnal. I wont soon forget that. lol
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I never have and weird shit like that happen to me. Maybe one day...
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I never have and weird shit like that happen to me. Maybe one day...
You've probably had
all sorts of stuff happen, but you just didn't see the subtle signs.
I've had other weird things happen too, but not as weird as that.
One of the bands I played in while I was in my early 20's had a
bizarre experience that I'll share later...
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Very interesting. Well, now that I am scared shittless thankyou...if it is true or not....Bryan watches about that stuff on the History Channel or something, it seems interesting but I freak out at that......It would be cool to see that, but, I dont have that big of balls....I mean guts...(dont want to offend)...lol
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More stories more stories....
I have always wanted something super scary happen to me...
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More stories more stories....
I have always wanted something super scary happen to me...
Look in the mirror ! Muh ha ha ha ha!
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That was weak Rob! I know you can do better.
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When I was in my early 20's, I used to play in this band.
(mostly cover tunes, but a few originals too)The band
consisted of five people:
Mike Ianuzzi - lead vocals
John Estes - Bass
Don SanAntonio - Drums
Jim Matthews - Rhythm Guitar
and I played lead guitar. (not that you guys would
know any of these people)
We used to practice in the basement of Jim's house. Jim was
a cool shit, but he had this girlfriend that was completely
wacked ! I think her name was Jen? She only wore black
clothes. Never any other colors that I saw. She also drove
an old Chrysler product. I never got a look at it, but I think
it was a Charger or Road Runner.It was black of course. I
only knew about it from what the other guys in the band had told me.
Sometimes she'd go to our practices to watch, but she wouldn't
ever say more than a few words to any of us. A few weeks later, Jim
confidentially tells us that she hates Mike and me. She wouldn't
tell him why either. So we're like "OK, no sweat off of our balls."
After that, she'd only give us dirty looks at practice. And, we
really didn't let it bother us.
About a month later John comes to practice, and tells us
that he found us a gig playing at a party being held by
a couple of girls that he works with. We were like"cool,
lets do it !" So we practiced some more to be ready for the gig.
A few nights before the gig, Jen gives Jim this necklace with an
oblisk looking crystal on it. We didn't even notice it at the time.
Before the gig, Jim tells us some more about Jen. He explains
that she's into witchcraft and stuff, and that she gave him the
necklace for good luck.So Mike decides to try a little
experiment. In our jam room, there was a bed with drawers
under it that people would use for a couch when they'd come over.
Mike found this big crucifix that he decided to place in one of the drawers,
without telling anyone. Jen used to sit on the bed whenever she came over,
but not this time. Jim asked her why she wasn't sitting on the bed,
and she said she didn't want to. So instead she sat on the floor.
The day of the gig arrived, and we showed up only to find out it was in a cottage!
There was barely enough room for our equipment, nevermind a party.
We were bumping elbows just trying to play. Jen had stayed home,
because she didn't want to go. Come to find out the two girls John
worked with, were older. Like late 30's and early 40's. Jim was the
youngest in the band at the time. I think he was like 17 or so.
Well the younger of the two chicks had eyes for Jim. She was all over
him like a fat chick tackling a pizza. Although she wasn't fat, and Jim wasn't pizza.
To be continued...
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...continued
She was ready to ride him for the rodeo trophy! But Jim
couldn't bring himself to do it, until he took off the necklace.
From that point, some of the most bizarre sights I have ever
seen in my life unfolded before my eyes. :bigeyes;
The two of them went into the bedroom next to the living room
that we were playing in. But thats not all. A couple of the guys
from the band and some people that were at the party followed
them in there, and started to cheer them on like it was a football
game or something. I wasn't sure at the time what was going on,
so I stuck my head though the door only to see her humping
away on him. That was just too strange for me, so I went back into
the living room with the drummer and his girlfriend. The drummers
girlfriend had just become a born again Christian (But not a total
pude either). You could see that she was uncomfortable with the
situation. I think we were all uncomfortable with it, just not to the degree
that she was. Some time had passed and everybody came out of the bedroom,
including the enterage. We packed up our equipment and went home.
The next day, Jen calls Jim almost yelling at him, demanding to know
what happened. The thing is that she didn't know anyone there, and those
that were there who knew her didn't talk to her. It was like she knew without anyone telling her. All Jim would tell her was that it was really bad. And
not to mess around with crystals any more. All that did, was infuriate her,
and prompt her to ask more questions. But amongst all this, she revealled that
the crystal was intended to provide protection and no good luck as she had
originally said. I told Jim, that I thought he'd be best off to destroy it. I don't
know why I told him that. I guess it was purely gut feeling.
I think he did end up smashing it and breaking up with her. Later on he
told us that she hated me even more than Mike. We eventually figured that
was because Mike was a Christian, and I had some religious convictions too.
Keep in mind that we didn't take it to exteres either. We used to dirnk and party
like everyone else. Mike was even one of the spectators ! Another thing
that may have bothered her was that I was born on Friday the 13th.
Coincidently, my birthday falls on Friday every 11 years. While we were
at Jim's house, his mom threw a 22nd surprize birthday party for me!
Guess what ? It was on Friday the 13th !
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The only thing I can share is getting Married on Friday the 13th! Everyone was telling us not to do it because it is a bad luck day, so to make everyone freaked out we decided to get married on that day. Ok, thats my scarry story......lol
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Rob's story has given me that "icky all over" feeling.
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To reply to what BE4U said before, there is an old unused hospital in houlka...
Now for a couple of Mississippi's Ghost Stories....(recommended reading 13 ghosts of mississippi and its sequel)
The first is about an abandoned church that is about 5 minutes away from my house:(I have no personal experience with it because that kind of shit freaks me out so all of this is hearsay)
First I need to tell you about where I live. Houston, MS is a town of about 3,000 on a good day, pretty much all Protestant Christian and about 70 percent black. The community where this takes place is Thorn, where the agriculture from Houston is located, the population is probably 95% white, 4% hispanic (farm workers), and 1% black. This place pushes the term redneck to the max. Most of the people who live out there live in mobile homes, and are borderline white trash, but still mostly Christian.
Now on to the story, there is an old Baptist church in Thorn that is supposedly haunted. Sometime during the first half of the century, the building was abandoned and fell into disrepair. No one entered the building for decades, and the door was never seen open. I guess one day somebody decided to enter it (probably some young person on a dare) and after prying the door open found evidence that Satanic worship was going on in the church. Evidently books pertaining to it and symbols etched into the walls had gotten in there some way. Anyway, the people who go in this church say that upon entering a weird feeling seems to overcome them, most likely fear, and they begin to hear strange noises. One person I talked to claimed to have heard several voices chanting different incantations or talking in tongues and a "singing" voice. As I've said I have no personal experience with this, but I do believe something out of the ordinary has happened at the church. I cannot explain what but I have the feeling that something is wrong and I get an eery feeling every time I see the church, it just feels like ice running through my veins whenever i see it. (P.S. this story has nothing to do with my religion at all, and though i am a christian i realize everybody has their own take on life and no amount of discussion will lead them otherwise, so i guess im saying i dont want to spur a big discussion or any contreversy...)
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More to come later....
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A few years ago when I first moved to New Mexico I was in Santa Fe. The only way that I could get internet access to check my email was at the library. One day there was a wait of about 30 minutes, so to kill some time I was looking for a book to thumb through. I found a book about haunted places along Route 66 and, naturally, went straight to the NM chapter. I read about La Posada, an upscale inn just off of the Santa Fe plaza. It was built way back when by a wealthy German family as a single family home. The youngest of their children died and the mother was so grief stricken that she spent the rest of her life (which ended up not being but another year or so) in a spare bedroom on the second floor. She actually died in that room. Years later, the property was sold and turned into an upscale hotel which it still is today. The room that she wasted away and died in ended up being just another room at the hotel and it is reported that to date precious few people have ever lasted the entire night in there. Having read that, I decided 'fuck the library, I'll come back later' because the address given was about two blocks from there and I wanted to go see the place. It was only a couple of minutes past noon, so the bar had just opened and no one was in there. I went in and ordered a Coors light and a Jager and when the bartender gave them to me I tipped him ten bucks to sort of grease the wheels and see if he wouldn't decide to talk to me a little bit about 'the room'. Upon my merely mentioning the room, he says "Hold on..." and walks right out of the bar. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but the guy came back a moment later dangling a key and said "You're in luck- the room is vacant. C'mon." We went upstairs and he showed me the room. Naturally, nothing out of the ordinary took place in the 5 minutes we were in there, but it was cool to have seen. La Posada is one of the more notable hauntings and so I consider it a bit more likely to be true. It's taken me a couple of years, but I've finally talked the wife into staying there some night soon and I guess her brother want to go too, so we'll have an all-nighter to spend there just hoping to see or hear something. I'll have the video camera set up all night. Mostly, people report cold spots in the room, the blankets being torn off them at night (but I wont be sleeping) and the bath water coming on repeatedly.... I look forward to it. A portrait of the lady still hangs in the lobby.
(http://www.whitington.com/santafe/ghost/posada1.jpg)
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This is one cool thread. :supz:
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To reply to what BE4U said before, there is an old unused hospital in houlka...
Damnit! My attempts to debunk the ghost stories failed :mad:
Where is that hospital at?
What about the stories about the old woman that runs through the woods kiling men? And....the whompas cat?
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To reply to what BE4U said before, there is an old unused hospital in houlka...
Damnit! My attempts to debunk the ghost stories failed :mad:
Where is that hospital at?
What about the stories about the old woman that runs through the woods kiling men? And....the whompas cat?
I remember the Whompas Cat. :rofl;
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I have a small correction to make about the first story. The
Bette Midler song isn't called "Hero", it's called "Wind Beneath My Wings"
not that I'd recommend anyone to listen to it. :rofl;
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This is one cool thread.
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I'm tapped out. Thats it, I think.
Oh wait....nah... .I cant tell that story...yet