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Das Boo
Jun 9, 2011

There was a GHOST here.
It's gone now.
Mostly a repost, but here's the weirdest, most bullshit-sounding thing that's ever happened to me.

From 1993-97, my family lived in a little town in Missouri with some unreasonably good cemeteries. My mom loves horror and history alike so we would go explore them on the regular, sometimes to read about the people buried there and sometimes just to spook ourselves. And because my sisters were teens, they had a lot of friends they introduced to the activity and everyone just kinda ended up loving it.

So we went out on one such adventure as a party of 6: My mom, one of my sisters, 2 of her friends, my friend and myself. All ladies. Half our party jumped the fence and the other half watched for cops. (We never vandalized, but there was a curfew.) Some weird stuff happened that night.

I was in cop watch crew with my friend and sister and we kept seeing headlights flash across the windows but no cars ever passed us. My mom and sister's friends came back real quick and said somebody was actually in the cemetery. My mom heard a man's voice (she still insists on this 25 years later) and one of the friends said she saw him. But here's the absolute bullshit part: I don't remember who saw it first, but we all got called around to the trunk of the car to look at something. There were handprints. All over the loving trunk. Dozens. Adult ones, child ones, toddler ones, all made of this gritty material. We naturally got the hell out of dodge.

The even more bullshit part is that we dropped off one of my sister's friends at a house party and she brought other people out to look at it. One person came out with a flashlight and we watched the loving things evaporate off the trunk. If it had been 10 years later, somebody would have had a goddamn camera.

I try not to think about this too often because I still have no explanation, and that upsets the gently caress outta me.

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Das Boo
Jun 9, 2011

There was a GHOST here.
It's gone now.

Samuel L. Hacksaw posted:

It's OK, ghosts aren't real and your memory isn't reliable.

I would feel a hell of a lot better about it if there weren't other witnesses. :tinfoil:

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