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Drewsky posted:Who was that guy that wrote the really long ghost stories about being in the military and guarding a haunted outpost or something? Anyone remember that? Humpermonkey.
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Coredump posted:Humpermonkey. who published a book of those stories https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9982478-humper-monkey
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# ? Oct 2, 2020 05:49 |
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RFC2324 posted:who published a book of those stories That is really cool as I remember reading those stories and really enjoying them. I'm being more selective with these old ghost stories now. I have a soft spot for mundane haunted house/building type stories myself. Slimey Sue posted:I'm pretty sure there's something unnatural going down at my family's home. Juneko posted:I grew up in an pretty freaky house. I was always afraid of it, I would whip myself into fear everynight and most nights I'd have my head underneath the covers. Chemmy posted:I'm sure I've posted it in the other ghost story threads, but I want to play too dammit. Here goes. yippeekiyaymf posted:Well, here is my little contribution.....
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# ? Oct 4, 2020 00:25 |
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More please. These are fun
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# ? Oct 5, 2020 00:56 |
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I really like this thread. Thanks for your work on finding these OP
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# ? Oct 6, 2020 02:58 |
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voted 5
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# ? Oct 6, 2020 03:09 |
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More stories! Also should I post a link to the Ted the Caver story? It almost always got a link to when a ghost story thread popped up. Undaine posted:I've had enough annoying experiences with ghosts in my house and other places to give me enough psychological damage so that when I sleep at home, I sleep with the covers completely over my head with only a little hole for my nose/mouth to breath fresh air from (I'm 20) and have been doing this since I first saw it when I was about 10 or 12 or something. I think one in particular likes to follow me around. It can be best expressed as HORRIFYINGLY ANNOYING. apathetic poster posted:First hand ghost story, kind of dull. Kestler posted:This is a story my Grandmother told me and some relatives a couple years ago. She's very serious and none of us have ever heard her bullshit. f^2 posted:My house was built in 1969. On farm land formerly owned by Dutch farmers (according to my Jr. High Math teacher who has been living here since the late forties, when it's a farming community.) Coredump fucked around with this message at 15:11 on Oct 6, 2020 |
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Coredump posted:More stories! Also should I post a link to the Ted the Caver story? It almost always got a link to when a ghost story thread popped up. Yes, please.
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# ? Oct 6, 2020 19:36 |
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I remember stories about I think about a dude who was close to or maybe in a gang. One was called The Bad Jar? I remember them as being very effective but can't for the life of me remember the username. Like a GTA story but with horror elements. A username I do remember is Canis Latranis or close to that. Those stories were pretty memorable too.
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# ? Oct 7, 2020 22:53 |
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Sleekly posted:I remember stories about I think about a dude who was close to or maybe in a gang. One was called The Bad Jar? I remember them as being very effective but can't for the life of me remember the username. Like a GTA story but with horror elements. Bad Jar was Canis Latrans http://nothotbutspicy.com/para/cl/
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# ? Oct 7, 2020 23:56 |
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More good ghost stories please, OP
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# ? Oct 11, 2020 18:45 |
everyone loves ted the caver, that was a classic
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# ? Oct 11, 2020 20:36 |
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Believe it or not Ted the Caver is hosted on... Angelfire. http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/index.html More stories coming up.
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# ? Oct 12, 2020 16:47 |
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This stories deals with aliens which freak me out worse than ghosties. Void of Infinite Nothing posted:When I was about 15, 8 years ago, I was marginally into aliens. Not the movie mind you, the real thing, if there is such. I had a friend who was kind of dumb, just starting to becoming a stoner, but I hung out with him all the time. In the backyard at his house, he had this clubhouse, although it was more of a shed. We spent many hours in there, involved in many questionable acts. At the time this occured, there was a sofa in there, flipped onto it's front to make a sort of bunk bed. One person slept on the top ( the back of the sofa ), and another slept on a small mattress on the floor, looking up at the back rest of the sofa. There was also a light, a radio, and that is pretty much all. Imagine getting scared because your neighbors are banging aphid posted:When I was about, I think five or so I was laying in bed getting sort of sleepy. At the time my bed was right in the corner of the room. So if I faced one way, I was looking straight at the wall. If I faced the other way I was looking out towards my room. I was tossing and turning and I ended up in a position where I was facing the wall. I was just laying there with my eyes open staring at the wall. As I was about to close my eyes again, I saw a hand come up from the right side of my field of vision and make a half circle towards my left field of my vision. It looked like it was running against the wall. Now my bed was against the wall on that side so it could not have been anyone laying a the side of my bed playing tricks on me or whatever. I got scared but I had to tell myself this is not true. Vorhese posted:Story 1. The People
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# ? Oct 12, 2020 22:05 |
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Fuse posted:Well, everyone's telling homestyle ghost stories, so I'l let loose a few about my house, though I don't really like talking about it much. It makes people think I'm creepy. I've already mentioned the shadow in my roo earlier on this thread, so I'll skip that one. Coredump fucked around with this message at 03:11 on Oct 27, 2020 |
# ? Oct 12, 2020 22:12 |
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Hell yeah
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# ? Oct 12, 2020 22:39 |
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I think I've got like...2-3 unexplainable things that happened to me in my life? Off the bat I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural and assume all these things have a rational explanation...I just don't know what that explanation would be lol 1. When I was a kid I preferred the ambiance of my mom's bedroom over mine for reading books in the middle of the day...if I wasn't watching TV downstairs I'd be up in her room reading library books or something. In any case the door to that room would occasionally rattle on its hinges and kinda yank back and forth like someone's trying to get in without turning the knob. Every time this happened I'd pretend not to notice and bury my face in whatever book I was reading, figuring that whatever it was it couldn't hurt me if I didn't acknowledge it. I rate this one 1 breezy hallway/10 but maybe not? I don't know, it scared the piss out of me as a kid and I have no idea why I insisted on hanging out in a room that creeped me out so much. Everything else happened when I was an adult, with a pretty firm disbelief in the supernatural and not really all that primed to get worked up about things. 2. GF and I bought a house a couple years ago and got a cat shortly after. The house is about 100 years old and does the typical creaking and settling you'd expect it to. I love it and it generally has a very "not haunted" vibe - like "walk around in the basement at night without a light on" levels of chill. In any case, one night I hear a weird scratching on the ceiling of our living room - we've gotten bats in our walls before but this sounded different, like not muffled at all and more like a fingernail scratching on the ceiling itself from inside the living room. My cat is in the room with me and immediately goes on high alert, looking up into the corner where the sound originated. If it were an animal I'd expect him to keep looking there, but his vision starts tracking whatever it is across the room - over the ceiling and the walls, way faster than an animal would be capable of navigating the interior. Finally my cat settles on looking at my GFs framed Big Trouble in Little China poster and it immediately falls off the tack it was on and onto the floor. This scared the living piss out of my because I watched it all happen in real time and knew something was up before it fell. Could be a varmint knocked it down from inside the wall and my cat was following that? As I said though that explanation feels inadequate to me. Put me on edge all night but hasn't repeated itself. 3. This one is probably the least spooky yet the most inexplicable. I work in a public library and when we close we make sure we have at least 3 people for support and so no one ever has to leave the building alone at night. We're closing up and moving as a group and shutting down lights and whatnot. I turn off the light in the basement hallway that leads to the children's section and we proceed in a circuit around the building doing exactly this. The building leads back on itself so we come back round to the exit and get ready to go when I can see the basent hallway lights are back on. There's no one in the building who could have turned them back on because we were together the whole time, and the lights were on several switches so there's no way I left them all half on and they slipped back into the opposite position. They were off and then they were on - this did not give me the creeps so much as it confused me utterly. There is no reasonable explanation for this one and probably the truest "unexplained" event to ever happen to me. This has never repeated itself. 4. (BONUS) This one is another dumb work story but it's short so I figured I'd include it. I compile monthly stats for work (in this case circulation stats by collection type - think fiction, non-fiction, music, DVDs, etc). I forget which collection I'm tabulating here (probably youth fiction since the number feels right for that collection) but for some reason while I'm adding these numbers I can't shake the feeling they're going to add up to 1488, the Nazi dogwhistle number. I don't know why I felt this way, maybe too much reading C-Spam at work, but lo and behold that's exactly what it adds up to and I'm dumbfounded. I had to triplecheck my work to make sure I hadn't hosed up somehow, but every time it added up to 1488, the number that I somehow knew it'd be when I started. Not based on any savant-like ability to read the numbers but strictly because I was thinking about weirdo reactionaries at the time. Have I developed psychic powers or is this a crazy coincidence? Probably the latter but whatever. SA is the only place I can tell a story like that and now sound insane. ... Anyway I'm sorry for hijacking the thread of good spooky stories with my very bad ones, I just like the thread and hope it keeps going.
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# ? Oct 12, 2020 23:21 |
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Deified Data posted:Anyway I'm sorry for hijacking the thread of good spooky stories with my very bad ones, I just like the thread and hope it keeps going. Oh no personal contributions are welcomed.
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# ? Oct 13, 2020 01:25 |
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I think I might have told this story in an a/t thread years ago. But I might have also just decided not too. But here it is. Back in 2005 me and my best friend went on vacation a few states away, and stayed at a beach front condo. Probably up on the 10th-ish out of like, 20-ish floors. Huge place. The size of the building is important to mention for later. But at this point, we were seniors in high school, and we were visiting in the fall. And being teenagers at the time, we of course were into dumb edgy poo poo like looking up "witchcraft" books. Like scrying rituals, and stuff about doing tape recordings to get answers from spirits and things. I didn't believe most of it worked, but I still read some of the books by this one author that my friend really followed. So one day while we stayed there, I got sunburned really bad. To the point where my ankles swelled so bad I couldn't stand or walk or anything. I was stick sleeping in a recliner in the living room all night. At one point, I kept waking up. I would be coming out of my sleep, and hearing this girl's voice. She just kept saying stuff like, "You have to wake up. The alarm is going to go off soon." And since I was in school, I kept just telling myself I was dreaming about my alarm going off for school, and just thinking about that in my dreams or something. So then around 3 am or so, this loud alarm starts going off. Like an old red bell on the wall kind of alarm. I couldn't move, so I just had to sit and wait for my friend to get up and come out of the bed room. My friend was confused, and went out into the halls. The whole time I was thinking stuff like, "If this is a fire, I'm never getting out." When he came back, he said no one was out there. It was definitely a fire alarm, and it was loud as hell. But literally no one else in the building was out of their rooms leaving or anything, according to him when he came back. And after a few minutes, it just stopped. We never figured out what it was, or where the bell sound even came from,. There was nothing visible in the room. But maybe it was in a thin ceiling to hide it or something. It was just crazy that it seemed liek no one in the entire building cared about the alarm. You'd think there'd be a huge panic. But nothing. After the alarm, I went back to sleep. And at another point in the same night, I woke up again. The recliner I was in was at an angle, and I could see down the hallway leading to a corner that turned and went through another hall to the door into the main hall of the floor outside our room. So as I laid there, I could see something weird. It looked like someone was standing at the end of that hall. And of course, still being stuck there, I just had another thought like, "Welp, if someone got in, that's it. Again" But the person I saw was just standing there. It looked like someone with long hair, so I figured it was a girl. And as I watched, she would just turn and walk around the corner. I tried to ignore it, and I kept telling myself I just imagined it. But I'd wake up again, and look. And I'd see things like this hand coming out of a doorway in the hall closer to me than the corner end of it. It was coming out of a small bathroom, and would just lazily wave itself forward. like a swatting motion, kind of. The rest of the night I would keep trying to go back to sleep. But I would keep opening my eyes and see either that hand, or the girl. Over and over. Both of them were in a color I can't quite describe. They didn't look like flesh and clothes colors. But still had enough detail to how they looked that I could see what they were. It's so hard to explain, but I still have the image in my head. The next day I told my friend all about it. And he asked why I didn't text him. But I didn't even think of that at the moment. So that night, he decided to try something he learned from one of those books he was reading. It was something called "loop feedback". Or it at least had that in the name of it, if that isn't the whole thing. I think it would be very difficult to get set up now, with digital cable being the standard. But the idea is that you needed a t.v. and a mirror. You set the t.v. to a channel that just has constant static on it. And you set the mirror across the room from the t.v. so that it displays the static too. Then you just sit and watch the t.v. And when you feel like it, you take a picture of the screen with a digital camera (Phones barely had cameras back then, and they were so bad you might as well not have used). I forget if it's the t.v. or the mirror. But I'm almost positive it was the t.v. screen. And the idea is that you will be able to see things in the pictures that you couldn't see while watching it with your eyes. Somehow the very few limited colors in the static patterns will be placed in such a way for that frame that you capture that you will be able to see something in part of it. If not the entire screen size. He took at least 5 or more pictures. And I swear I am not exaggerating. The very first picture had a side profile of a man's face on the right hand side of the screen. There were a few with nothing visible but static. But one of the later pictures, my friend checks it and says, "Is this your girl?" and showed it to me. It had a full image of what I saw the night before. The full hallway. The shape of the layout perfectly represented in the shading of the static. Not only that, but the hand and the girl were in position. It looked just like it did from my POV in the chair. It was crazy. The man picture I could understand people say was just coincidence, or wanting to see something that wasn't there. But this was just too specific to be us imagining things or whatever wishful thinking would be called in this case. He showed the pictures to other people, and they instantly saw the man in that one pic, and thought he just made that or something. No one could verify the hallway image but us though, since no one else would even know what the condo looked like. So a few days later, we were back home. And he showed his girlfriend the pictures. The next day we had school, he told me that that pictured freaked her out, because it was her uncle. She showed him pictures, and it looked exactly like him. She told him how her uncle visited the beach years ago, and died there. One night some local band was playing a cover of Santana's "How Far is Heaven?" or whatever it's called, and had a heart attack and died while sitting there watching. Now, I know that part sounds made up, and even I personally don't believe her about it, because I can tell you she was a huge liar. So it's easy enough to just show someone a picture of a man with tat same style of facial hair, and haircut, and say, "yeah that's him." But no one can ever convince me the hallway picture was a coincidence. That poo poo still makes me uncomfortable to talk about to this day.
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# ? Oct 13, 2020 02:07 |
This happened a few years back while hiking out of a local canyon at night with a friend. In all honesty there's probably a very normal explanation for it, but it felt phenomenally "bad" at the time we experienced it. We basically wound up on a day hike and hung out a bit too long at our lunch spot - losing track of time and not giving ourselves enough of a head start to get back to my truck before dark. No big deal. We're both pretty experienced hikers and I know this area pretty well, and have done it at night once or twice before to boot. It's essentially 3 or 4 miles of winding trail that follows a river back up into a canyon with a really neat old bridge in it that spans said river. Like a dumbass, I didn't bring my headlamp because neither of us anticipated being out this late - but worst case scenario you can just trace the river right back to the parking lot. We're lucky though in that we have excellent lunar illumination that night, and navigating the trail that twists and turns and disappears because of the area's consistent rockfall is a breeze. I've had that weird, slightly uneasy feeling in the back of my mind for most of the trek back, but I tell myself it's just dumb lizard brain heightened alert because of navigating the wilderness at night. I don't say anything or let on as the friend I was with was also a potential romantic partner and I've gotta be Very Cool™, obviously. The last half mile of trail spits you up and away from the river onto a hard tack dirt road that leads back to the parking lot. This area is popular for camping considering its relative accessibility compared to deeper parts of the canyon, but we're there on a random weeknight and there were no campers when we took this route in. Heading straight down the dirt road, off to our right is the camping area and the river, including some fairly large pine trees that dominate the clearing with their shady boughs. Off to the left is just your average scrub brush - sage, buckthorn, etc. We're chatting and bullshitting and flirting a little when I realize I can make out a vaguely humanoid shape about 10-15 feet off to the left of the dirt road. Not directly in the road itself, and not in the scrub brush either. We have beautiful brilliant silver light illuminating the fine dust of the dirt road, but the figure appears to consciously be standing in a pool of shadow cast by the trees off to the right side of the road. I was immediately sketched out by the fact that there's a person choosing to stand in one of the only poorly illuminated sections of road at night, butI don't want to say anything to alarm my friend. However, that sorta electric energy shift between us hits real hard as she sees it too, and a verbal acknowledgement was unnecessary. We continue and attempt to act casual. We're probably 50 feet away from the figure when I try to call out to it on the chance it's a camper or homeless person. "Hey there!" No response. Alright then. It's now obvious that we're both pretty unnerved and we have to walk directly by this thing to get to the parking lot. We get almost to passing distance and I'm able to pick out a few things. The figure is actually standing perpendicular to the road - meaning we're going to pass it at a hard 90° angle off to our left. I don't like this. We're within 15 feet or so and I'm staring directly at it. "Hello!" Still nothing - and now I realize I can't actually make out anything about the figure. No clothes, no face, no features. I'm not even sure how I get the sense that it's facing us, considering I can't pinpoint anything distinct. Nothing. I am screaming inside my own head as I'm overwhelmed with that "oh gently caress no absolutely not" feeling. I distinctly remember being able to see details of the scrub brush the figure was standing near, which was also in the shadow of the pines, but there's just an almost... Darker darkness cloaking this thing? At this point I am expecting some cheesey horror movie jump scare or some poo poo but it never comes. The figure doesn't move, doesn't acknowledge us, doest track us as we walk by. It is absolutely still. We consciously pick up our pace but without breaking into an obvious run - I think somehow we both made the assumption that our inky silhouette friend might be encouraged to give chase if we bolted or something - but neither of us verbalized it. I continued glancing over my shoulder the entire way back to the car, homegirl had quietly produced a neck knife and I've got my hand on the big gently caress-off camp knife on my belt, but nothing happens. We make it back to the cars a little frazzled and supremely weirded the gently caress out. It very easily could have been a drifter or something, with our imaginations filling in spooky details where there were none, but I have hiked all over this mountains for just about 3 decades and I have never felt as uncomfortable as I did during that encounter with whatever that was - spectral hobo tweaker or not.
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# ? Oct 13, 2020 08:41 |
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Just reading that set me on edge tbh. I would have absolutely tried to find some way around him/her/it
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# ? Oct 13, 2020 14:59 |
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Ah yeah, the motherfucking Haint. edit: The Haint story is further down along with another story that adds to the ambiance. Coredump fucked around with this message at 03:37 on Oct 27, 2020 |
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My dad became a respiratory therapist in his late 30s after getting laid off from his factory job. The first hospital he worked at was in Uniontown, PA. This was a pretty old and (sadly) pretty run down and understaffed hospital at the time. My dad also was forced into a lot of lovely shifts and was forced to cover for people who called off sick. Some of it was to try and earn some extra money, some of it was being a newbie there. Either way, there were several late nights that he was the only attending respiratory therapist for an entire floor. Sometimes, an entire wing. One night, he's walking through a hallway where they're doing some new construction. There's plastic sheeting all running down the middle of the hallway, cutting it in half. The plastic sheeting is clear but cloudy, with bits of paint and plaster caked to it. You can see through it, but everything's just kind of a mass of colors and shapes. My dad says he got a really weird feeling going down the hall and assumed there was a construction worker or something in there behind the sheeting. As he's walking, he can see a roughly human shape on the other side a few feet ahead, walking back and forth. Okay, it's definitely a construction worker, that explains the feeling of being watched. He walks down the hall and passes this shape, which then proceeds to follow my dad from the other side of the plastic. My dad is now convinced it's a patient or something behind the plastic, possibly somebody who needs help, but he's also freaked out to find out. He walks a few more feet and the thing stops, then straight up disappears. My dad finally has had enough and looks behind the plastic and there's nothing at all. Nobody's there, there's no place to hide, no holes in the floor, nothing. He told us this story a few days later and then said he was probably just tired or it was somebody screwing with him. That's the one and only supernatural thing he ever saw at that hospital. He started working at a hospital near Pittsburgh a few years later and only had one minor supernatural event. He was walking past the hospital church and saw a little kid in there through the open door. The kid's all by himself so my Dad goes in to make sure he's not abandoned or something. He's absolutely sure he saw this kid (and there were no other exits) but the second he walked in through the door the kid was just gone. My dad says it was like he just winked out of existence.
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# ? Oct 15, 2020 17:13 |
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Soonmot posted:Google failed me when I tried to find this years ago, I think it was called "The Shack" or something. It was about this weird shack in an industrial wasteland near some city where no one ever went. The cops came out to look for a kidnapping victim or a drug raid or something and saw something and unloaded at it. Nothing was hit, but there was a section of the shack where the bullet holes stopped, like something soaked them up and vanished. I remember reading a follow-up to this story, which ended up having a sort-of explanation. From what I remember, somebody (can't remember if it was the story OP or another goon) did some research about this structure out in the boonies, and figured out that it was used for military training. They'd gas the gently caress out of the building, and have the soldiers practice tactical entry / clearing of a confined area with low visibility. The reason people would get all freaked out and see poo poo was due to the gas residue that was basically baked into the walls and dirt of the place. The missing bullets were explained as having gone through a gap in the metal. Not as cool as phantom dog thing in weird haunted shack, I know. For content: When I was younger, I remember asking my Dad if he believed in ghosts. He thought about it for a minute, then said he didn't know for sure, but something had happened that made him wonder about it. When my parents first married, they lived alone in a farm house in a rural area. My Mom had gone to visit someone, and Dad was working on a car in the driveway. He had the car up on blocks, and was fiddling away underneath it, when he heard somebody calling his name. He scooted out from under the car to see who was there, and just as he stood up, one of the blocks tipped, and the car slammed down. If he had still been underneath it, he probably would have been killed. He looked for who called him, but there was nobody around. I asked if he knew who had called him. He said he couldn't figure out who it was, all he knew was that he had recognized the voice when he heard it.
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# ? Oct 18, 2020 14:07 |
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This thread constantly delivers. Spectral Hobo was seriously unnerving.
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# ? Oct 19, 2020 17:39 |
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Soonmot posted:Google failed me when I tried to find this years ago, I think it was called "The Shack" or something. It was about this weird shack in an industrial wasteland near some city where no one ever went. The cops came out to look for a kidnapping victim or a drug raid or something and saw something and unloaded at it. Nothing was hit, but there was a section of the shack where the bullet holes stopped, like something soaked them up and vanished. It's about half-way down the basics page, but it's called The Patch.
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# ? Oct 19, 2020 21:43 |
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Objurium posted:This happened a few years back while hiking out of a local canyon at night with a friend. This is a beauty, thanks for sharing. My Dad has some ghost 'Nam war stories which I will get him to tell me again and share them. Creepy jungle stuff
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# ? Oct 20, 2020 00:15 |
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toggle posted:This is a beauty, thanks for sharing. Hell yeah. Nightmare fuel for days
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# ? Oct 20, 2020 16:13 |
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Diddums posted:It's about half-way down the basics page, but it's called The Patch. That's awesome. I remember reading this story back in the day and the way its told is too good not to just paste it here: Some Unknown Goon posted:The Patch
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# ? Oct 20, 2020 16:36 |
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There are two stories I remember details of but haven't been able to find since I first read them and don't know if they came from here. 1. Person's friend dies and they have a dream of meeting them walking down the road. They call his name, but when he turns around, his face is loose and mask-like and a weird voice answers instead. 2. Person is home alone working at desk on 2nd floor. They go downstairs to find the first floor trashed and a note of how long someone had been in their house watching them work. I think it ended with the note saying "I wonder what would have happened if you had seen me".
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 18:29 |
i remember that second one, the goon had just got some kind of fancy new headphones and couldn't hear poo poo. Ignored all the weird vibes and kept studying the whole time. I think it was when the family got home that they realized. Maybe the note was by the bedroom door?
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 20:23 |
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Headphones were the thing I was missing from my searching. Look at Me This happened in my junior year of high school. One evening, my mother and stepfather had gone out to some event, maybe it was an extended dinner or a concert, it’s hard to remember. I had stayed at home to work on a paper that was due the next day (I was one of those kids who procrastinated until the last minute) and spent the whole night working at the desk in my room. To give you a picture of the room, my desk faces a wall and sits next to a small window that’s on the same wall, and from where I sit, my back faces my doorway. While I was working, I was wearing these great headphones that I had gotten for my birthday — the kind that are noise canceling. My parents left the house around 6:00 PM, and the whole time they were gone, I sat at my desk, blasting music through my headphones and writing my essay. Occasionally, I would take breaks and watch the rain and lightning outside my window (we lived in Houston at the time and there was a big storm that night). I never left my desk. My parents returned around 11:00 PM. At some point late late in the evening, I had removed my headphones, so when my parents came home (coincidentally just a few minutes after I had taken off my headphones), I clearly heard the garage door open and my parents open the door to the house. Seconds after I hear them enter, I hear my mother shout my name. “Adrian!” she screams, “what on earth happened in here!?” Confused, I get out of my chair and start walking through the house to them. There’s only a small hallway that separates my room from the living room. Due to my rush to figure out why my mother was yelling, I paid little attention to the hall and the house. After a few moments, I get to my parents. My mom looks livid. She’s pointing at the carpet floor yelling, “Was this you!? Did you have friends over!?” I look down. The carpet is ruined. It’s covered in muddy footprints. I frantically explain to her that I have no idea how those got there, that I spent the whole night at my desk working on my paper. I watch as her face goes from anger, to confusion, to fear. We realize that someone else must have entered the house. Quickly we scan the footprints, trying to make sense of the situation. It only takes us a few moments to figure out where they start: our back door, which we usually left unlocked. Then we noticed something else. The footprints started at the backdoor, but there were no footprints exiting the back door. We hear something pounding through our house. We hear the front door get torn open, then slammed shut with a sharp WHAM! We all run into the garage and lock the door. My mom starts shouting at the police through the phone, “Please come quickly! Someone’s broken into our house!”After what seems like hours, the police arrive. An officer stays with us in the garage as his partner goes through the house room by room. His partner tells us that it’s safe to go back in, that there’s no one in the house. Then she asks us a question. She asks us whose room is down the hall to the left. My parents look at me and I tell the officer that it’s mine. She asks us to follow her down the hall. As we go, it’s easy to see that the footprints weave through my house from the back door. They go through the living room, through the small hallway, into my parents room (which is down the hall to the right) and then turn around towards my room. They stop in my doorway. Then the officer points at my door, which I had left open the whole night. On it, in black sharpie, was written the following: My Log 8:47: I see you 8:53: You forgot to lock the back door 8:59: You seem focused 9:24: Turn around 9:47: Look at me 10:15: Look at me 10:37: Look at me 10:49: Look at me For nearly two hours, someone stood in my doorway watching me. To this day, I shutter to think about what would have happened if I had ever turned around and looked at them.
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# ? Oct 22, 2020 22:34 |
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Moar OP!!!
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# ? Oct 23, 2020 03:02 |
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Wait, is this goons being sarcastic or is this thread legit. Cause the ghost story threads were some of my favorites and I used to curate the annual threads prior to nu-GBS and hilarious edgy dudes started shitposting and I thought they just kinda died after thatquote:Here are some basic links, courtesy of Missing Name:
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# ? Oct 23, 2020 04:47 |
sincereposting is the only way what was that one in florida where the goon was dropping off groceries to some poor native americans? Also there was that other one with a goon & bud in the swamp on a boat?
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# ? Oct 23, 2020 12:15 |
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SniperWoreConverse posted:sincereposting is the only way Dunno about this one but it's probably in the skin-walker thread quote:Also there was that other one with a goon & bud in the swamp on a boat? quote:About 18 years ago, my buddy Kyle and I went canoeing down in south Georgia during the summer. The first part of the trip took us down the Satilla, a beautiful black water river with white sandy beaches. That part of the vacation was uneventful. The trip through the Okefenokee Swamp was not, however. There's a great illustration from this story too, but I just moved into a new house and I haven't dug out my old hard drive but I'll try and remember
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# ? Oct 23, 2020 14:31 |
Hazo posted:Wait, is this goons being sarcastic or is this thread legit. Cause the ghost story threads were some of my favorites and I used to curate the annual threads prior to nu-GBS and hilarious edgy dudes started shitposting and I thought they just kinda died after that Yeah I already ran into a couple of those in the archive site that killed my enthusiasm for reading more. I love spooky stories, but I despise the obviously fake ones that don't even try to achieve suspension of disbelief
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# ? Oct 26, 2020 19:09 |
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Hazo posted:Wait, is this goons being sarcastic or is this thread legit. Cause the ghost story threads were some of my favorites and I used to curate the annual threads prior to nu-GBS and hilarious edgy dudes started shitposting and I thought they just kinda died after that I'm posting stories from way back when that I liked because I still believe dammit. But if I get heckled that's fine too. If anyone else is here for sincere spook stories the more the merrier. In my excitement to post The Haint story I cut off some more stories from the same post. Parkour Lewis posted:Speaking of Hills Lake, that little piece of hell could fill an entire book with the stories. The place is dark and creepy, even during the day. The trees are twisted, like out of a bad horror movie. Most people who've gone to Hills Lake at night have sworn that they would never return, even in the daytime. I've heard stories of odd screams heard that were almost, but not quite, entirely unlike human. Also of strange noises that sounded half-machine and half-animal. Hills Lake was one of the many popular hanging spots for black folks in this area back in the earlier part of the 20th century. And I don't mean hanging out with da boys. toolboi posted:Everything I write here is 100% true, but its not that fantastic so you shouldn't need this confirmation. bslatimer posted:In the 60's, when my mom was 16 she started studying the bible and learning about god from my aunt. My aunt taught her that playing around with the occult and ghosts and such was wrong and can be very dangerous... fast forward a little while. My mom is at a sleep over with 5 other girls and one of them brings a Ouija Board and they decide to play with it. At first they can't get it to work but when they pass it to two other girls it starts moving by itself. They ask the name of the spirit and it spells out E-V-E. My mom, remembering what my aunt had taught her, starts to get really scared and asks if they can do something else. When they refuse, she goes in the other room and starts praying. After an hour or so, one of the girls comes and gets her and tells her that they had put it away. When she gets back to the other room no one is very talkative and no one seems to be having any fun. She asks what happened and no one says anything, until finally one of the girls speaks up and says that they were asking where "Sarah" would be in the year 2000 and it spelled out D-E-A-D. They asked where "Jane" would be in the year 2000 and it spelled D-E-A-D. After it did the same with the 3rd girl I guess no one else wanted to play with it any more. Nothing like a little Mortality check to kill the mood of your slumber party. Anyway... fast forward to present. My mom says that of the 3 girls the spirit fortold would die, she kept in contact with 2 as she got older, and as we speak, they are in fact, dead. One from Cervical Cancer and one in a Car Accident. It gave me the willies when she told me this story. Senile Kitty posted:Ghosts have always intriuiged me, but i'd never experienced one ever. Nothing slightly paranormal, up until about a month ago. My friend Marty has a house that is supposedly haunted. Being skeptical I never really beleived the stories, most of them tame. Also have a video to watch from way back in the early 2000's: World's Scariest Ghosts Caught on Tape https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZUtZ9hl37s
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# ? Oct 27, 2020 03:36 |
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kazmeyer posted:Okay, might as well throw in one of mine. Sanschel posted:I used to live in northern New Jersey, and for my first camping trip my best friend (we were both about 7) and our dad's took us to some forest way south of us. When we pulled into the area we would be camping out in, I could swear I saw something moving around in the bushes a short distance away, but I shrugged it off as deer or something. So the rest of that day is normal camping activities, followed by s'mores and a nighttime walk to look at the stars (the trees formed a canopy where we were camped, so you had to walk a short ways to actually see anything upwards). So we go and look at the stars, and as we're walking back, my friend's dad spots something riling through one of the tents. So we all start running towards the site making as much noise as possible, thinking it would scare anything off. When we get to the tent it was in, the sleeping bags that were in there were ripped to pieces, and the cooler that the food was in was gone, but the lid had been ripped off. Our dads let us use their tents and they decided to sit up for a little just in case whatever it was should come back. I'd guess it was about two hours later when they woke us up and quietly told us to grab everything and get into the car as quickly as possible. We packed up in a flash and my dad drove like a bat out of hell. To this day I can't get him to tell me what happened, and the last time I spoke to my friend, he said his dad turns white if he brings it up. Nothing really direct there, but it still freaks me out to think about. Especially since, if it were just a wild animal, why wouldn't they tell us? (often when I tell this story people say, "Oh, you must've seen the Jersey Devil!" which I find a crock of poo poo as I've always hated that legend and I'm fairly certain we weren't in the right forest even if that thing is real). This story inspired some thequiethero posted:Here's a story I promised I'd never tell anyone...cos it's pretty much the reason that I'm so hosed up now adays. Smiling Jack posted:Right, so a few years ago I get hired for the night shift at a server farm. Sit around, scratch balls, so the company can say they have staff on site 24 hours I day. First day (well, night), the guy showing me around blurts out "Oh, and the place is haunted!". Miles of corridor lit by flickering lights, server rooms with elevated floors, dozens of computers with screen savers so you keep seeing movement out of the corner of your eye, I'll be alone, and now you tell me that the place is haunted? Thanks, you gently caress. I figure the guy is messing with me. Serotonin posted:The hospital I work at has lots of creepy places- its a 100 year old Psychiatric hospital on a very large woodland site, all the wards, and other offices and depratments are in seperate 'villas' dotted around a woodland area- great scenery but creepy as gently caress at night- not just for the supernatural but also because of the patients and dodgy undesirables that tend to congregate around such places. Coredump fucked around with this message at 04:20 on Oct 27, 2020 |
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# ? May 28, 2024 07:29 |
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Not sure where to post this, or if to post it all. This thread seems like a "joke" thread, so maybe it will fly under the radar. It concerns the "lost" episode of Seinfeld. The episode was supposed to air around season six, but it was mysteriously cut. The “official” story about the episode was that it featured Elaine purchasing a firearm after being mugged, but many elements about this episode were never revealed until recently. NBC Executives refused to officially report on the episode until the Seinfeld season six DVD commentary. I have the tape but as someone who works within NBC, unfortunately I can’t reveal my sources. I work at the GE building in Rockefeller Plaza, and I have access to their digital archives. That’s as much as I can divulge. We also have the entire original Seinfeld series in multiple formats, including original reels and VHS tapes. I noticed an episode with the production code “607” was missing from the tape set, and it was relocated in a set of old news reels. The replacement episode “The Mom and Pop Store” was filmed a season later to replace the missing episode. It is oddly titled “The Mason”. The episode starts out as normal, with Jerry’s apartment, but the camera is much more steady. Jerry walks out as though he’s been drugged and remarks that all of his family and friends have been dying lately. His buzzer rings and it’s George. George runs up, half crying and tells Jerry he’s seen something terrible. He’s mumbling and stuttering for about five minutes until he can form a sentence. There are still pauses for humor, but there is no audience or laugh track. George informs Jerry that planes have crashed into the twin towers due to a terrorist attack on New York. Jerry turns on the news and you can see modern footage of the 9/11 attacks, all pre-filmed several years beforehand. George says that isn't the worst part: Elaine and Kramer were in the towers at the time of the bombing. What proceeds is a graphic and explicit phone call of screaming and crying and Kramer saying that something terrible has happened, and Elaine is dead. Kramer screams there’s no air in the building, and he’s burning to death, and that he’s going to jump. The camera cuts to live footage of a man falling from the twin towers. George genuinely looks upset and says, “I’m sorry Larry, but I can’t go through with this,” and he tries to walk off the set, but people stop him and push him towards the stage. He walks out Jerry’s prop window and you can hear him calling his agent. There’s a lot of mumbling, and you can see candles being lit behind the stage. Jerry goes over to the bookcase and pulls it aside, revealing a ceremonial black table with candles, a dinner plate, and a strange box. There is a Masonic symbol against black cloth just outside where the fake stage window would be. Jerry says some weird things in a foreign dialect, and one cut of the camera shows a poster of Barack Obama (This episode originally aired in 1995). The scene ends with Jerry waking up in bed, as though it’s all a nightmare. Kramer comes in and asks if Jerry has seen a lizard. Jerry laughs and says, “We are the lizards,” and the camera zooms slightly. His eyes become slivered, like almonds. The tape is only seven minutes long, and what proceeds is just twenty minutes of dead air. If you continue watching to the end, it seems there are three more news reports tacked on. The first is about an outbreak of swine flu, the second about a train bombing, and the third...
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