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Post your ghost stories - now that it's Halloween season...
- Thread starter Rod
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One bright morning, in the middle of the night, two dead guys got up to fight. Back to back they faced eachother, pulled their guns and stabbed one another. A deaf policeman heard the noise, pulled his sword and shot the boys. If you don't believe my lie is true, ask the blind man, he saw it too.
The Black Cloud
Well-Known Member
Everytime I hear "Unchained Melody" I think of Ghost and pottery wheels.
ilikefishes
Well-Known Member
OK, if you guys are not going to be serious I will. My grandparents house in El Paso, Texas was haunted and I personally had some experiences. Here is one of them,
I was there with my family for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. I was sitting out on the table in the back yard when we saw some legs go across the window. The shades were about 1/2 way down so we could not see a body. The thing is there should not have been anybody in that part of the house, so we all went in. We found nobody in there and there is no way out. All the windows were really old and only opened about 8 inches. So there was no place for them to go.
There are probably 40 things that happened while my mom was growing up and we were visiting. Both my grandparents are gone now and the house has long been sold. But it is something that still sticks in my mind.
I was there with my family for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. I was sitting out on the table in the back yard when we saw some legs go across the window. The shades were about 1/2 way down so we could not see a body. The thing is there should not have been anybody in that part of the house, so we all went in. We found nobody in there and there is no way out. All the windows were really old and only opened about 8 inches. So there was no place for them to go.
There are probably 40 things that happened while my mom was growing up and we were visiting. Both my grandparents are gone now and the house has long been sold. But it is something that still sticks in my mind.
rob300c
The Big Noobowski
Edit:
Sorry Rod, and anyone who may have been offended.
-Rob
Sorry Rod, and anyone who may have been offended.
-Rob
I wasn't Rob, in fact I do the same thing when my wife leaves on a night with the girls. :sign:
Back when I was 20 something and single I used to do soil compaction and concrete testing for a geotechnical firm. I'd ship my nuclear gauge and work truck to the island of Kauai (I live on Oahu) and spend Monday thru Friday at the job site and live at night at a little 2- story hotel called Tip Top Motel in the city of Lihue . I'd find dinner and just read books at night while listening to my radio (there was no cable, no fridge, no microwave, that basic). Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was young, fearless, had no girlfriend so I was basically a walking testosterone. I didn't really hang with the construction crews because I had some personal stuff going on that pretty much forced me to hang by myself and reflect on my life.
Kauai is one of the oldest islands in the Hawaiian chain and supposedly has more ghosts roaming around since the days of King Kamehameha and his takeover to unite the islands under one king. Some say when the rains come, so do the ghosts. Not the constant, straight down type of rain. The one that comes with the cool wind, not enough for an umbrella, but enough to make you squint when you walk.
I had eaten at a popular restaurant that served buffalo burgers as well as other exotic meats. The buffalo was a little gamey, but with ketchup and hot sauce I'll eat your shoe if I'm hungry. I settled down around 7ish for the night (during those years the street lights would turn off because there wasn't any traffic already) and my room was on the 2nd floor at the end of the complex. You had to come up the stairs which was surround by cmu screen block all around and there was an outside overhead light on.
The radio was playing, I was reading some novel, and the rains started. meh. No big deal, it rains so much there, the grass grows wild out of the street curb. I fell asleep with the lights on and the next image I had was a big, dark figure floating on top of me with the hands outstretched and no face, just blackness. Harry Potter wasn't even written yet so something like a DeathEater wasn't even in my memories. I sat straight up in bed, saw the room was brightly lit from the ceiling light and I started looking around the room. What The F*ck!!! Scaring myself silly. Probably from the buffalo burger, I thought.
Then the doorknob at the entrance door started shaking like crazy, and this is all visible to me because the frickin' room is still lit up! I can actually see the knob shaking like someone wants in very badly. I can see through the closed jealousie windows that there is no one standing in front the door and I can make out the screen block all the way to the 1st stairs going down. I get up and open the door and take a look outside. Nada. I even walk the hallway down the whole complex. There is only another guest in the whole motel and he's in the other building. I go down to my truck to check if someone broke in to steal my tools and it's secure. Hmmm. Shrugged my shoulders and went back in the room. Started reading again, might as well, I'm now fully awake after that incident and walk around.
I can hear the rains come again and hit the pitch and gravel roof, sounds nice. The wind even finds its way through the windows and cools the room. I'm into the pages of the book when the doorknob starts it shaking again. I slowly focus all my energy into staring at the knob, just in case my eyes are tired. The knob is shaking again! This time my skin crawls and I get pins and needles while sitting on the bed. That's it, time to push back.
Without caring if I sounded stupid to anyone nearby or next door (which was empty anyways) I growled at the door, "You know what, I didn't do a thing to YOU. If you want, you can have half my bed and room, but I AIN'T MOVING!" The knob stops its shaking and everything is quiet again. I can hear the rain again. All this time I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, it was that loud. When you are in fight or flight mode, hearing gives way to the sound of your blood moving inside your head and body.
Okayyyyy, things have quieted down, the rain has stopped and everything in the room looks the same as before. Had this been the days of the show Punk'd and Ashton Kutcher popped up, I would have smashed his face for ruining my otherwise boring night. Boring and quiet can be very comforting sometimes. I am fully awake, can't go back to sleep, yet can't focus on what I was reading. This is going to be a long night if I don't get it together. I force myself to read the words on the pages, but they are just random letters jumbled together with an occasional punctuation mark.
Eventually, with the lights on, I fell asleep and woke to the morning sun lighting up the room even more. The room looks the same so I get up and get ready for work. Good thing I didn't sleep in my truck last night, I would have been pissed because it was only a mini truck with single cab and I would have been so sore from trying to sleep in it. I scan the same route I walked last night, nothing. I go down to the front desk and ask the lady if there has been any odd occurrences in the specific room I stayed in. NO, she said. WHY?
Nothing, probably something I ate. BTW, can I change rooms? She said sure, you're the only one here except for the other guy who basically lives in the other building on the ground floor. Where do you want to stay? I said, "The room next to him!" :laugh:
I moved my gear that morning and pretty much had no more occurrences during my 4 month routine of working there during the week and flying home for the weekends. I told the guys at the office my story and they are the ones who told me about the rains, how old Kauai is, how much more ghosts are around than on Oahu and luckily I didn't get pressed by the ghost. Whatever guys.I think you're pulling my chain. I still wasn't totally sure, I believe there are spirits, but not the kind that physically move stuff. As many people that have died since before I came along, some have got to still be around, waiting for something.
I have never had anything like that since, I don't tell anyone unless they give up their own ghost story first. Nowadays, I've seen too many real dead people during my alarms, some I've closed their eyelids for them when they pass. The only ones I don't stare at are the ones that hang themselves and are dead already by the time we reach you. THEY have something to say still yet in their eyes!
Enjoy,
Dave
Back when I was 20 something and single I used to do soil compaction and concrete testing for a geotechnical firm. I'd ship my nuclear gauge and work truck to the island of Kauai (I live on Oahu) and spend Monday thru Friday at the job site and live at night at a little 2- story hotel called Tip Top Motel in the city of Lihue . I'd find dinner and just read books at night while listening to my radio (there was no cable, no fridge, no microwave, that basic). Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was young, fearless, had no girlfriend so I was basically a walking testosterone. I didn't really hang with the construction crews because I had some personal stuff going on that pretty much forced me to hang by myself and reflect on my life.
Kauai is one of the oldest islands in the Hawaiian chain and supposedly has more ghosts roaming around since the days of King Kamehameha and his takeover to unite the islands under one king. Some say when the rains come, so do the ghosts. Not the constant, straight down type of rain. The one that comes with the cool wind, not enough for an umbrella, but enough to make you squint when you walk.
I had eaten at a popular restaurant that served buffalo burgers as well as other exotic meats. The buffalo was a little gamey, but with ketchup and hot sauce I'll eat your shoe if I'm hungry. I settled down around 7ish for the night (during those years the street lights would turn off because there wasn't any traffic already) and my room was on the 2nd floor at the end of the complex. You had to come up the stairs which was surround by cmu screen block all around and there was an outside overhead light on.
The radio was playing, I was reading some novel, and the rains started. meh. No big deal, it rains so much there, the grass grows wild out of the street curb. I fell asleep with the lights on and the next image I had was a big, dark figure floating on top of me with the hands outstretched and no face, just blackness. Harry Potter wasn't even written yet so something like a DeathEater wasn't even in my memories. I sat straight up in bed, saw the room was brightly lit from the ceiling light and I started looking around the room. What The F*ck!!! Scaring myself silly. Probably from the buffalo burger, I thought.
Then the doorknob at the entrance door started shaking like crazy, and this is all visible to me because the frickin' room is still lit up! I can actually see the knob shaking like someone wants in very badly. I can see through the closed jealousie windows that there is no one standing in front the door and I can make out the screen block all the way to the 1st stairs going down. I get up and open the door and take a look outside. Nada. I even walk the hallway down the whole complex. There is only another guest in the whole motel and he's in the other building. I go down to my truck to check if someone broke in to steal my tools and it's secure. Hmmm. Shrugged my shoulders and went back in the room. Started reading again, might as well, I'm now fully awake after that incident and walk around.
I can hear the rains come again and hit the pitch and gravel roof, sounds nice. The wind even finds its way through the windows and cools the room. I'm into the pages of the book when the doorknob starts it shaking again. I slowly focus all my energy into staring at the knob, just in case my eyes are tired. The knob is shaking again! This time my skin crawls and I get pins and needles while sitting on the bed. That's it, time to push back.
Without caring if I sounded stupid to anyone nearby or next door (which was empty anyways) I growled at the door, "You know what, I didn't do a thing to YOU. If you want, you can have half my bed and room, but I AIN'T MOVING!" The knob stops its shaking and everything is quiet again. I can hear the rain again. All this time I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, it was that loud. When you are in fight or flight mode, hearing gives way to the sound of your blood moving inside your head and body.
Okayyyyy, things have quieted down, the rain has stopped and everything in the room looks the same as before. Had this been the days of the show Punk'd and Ashton Kutcher popped up, I would have smashed his face for ruining my otherwise boring night. Boring and quiet can be very comforting sometimes. I am fully awake, can't go back to sleep, yet can't focus on what I was reading. This is going to be a long night if I don't get it together. I force myself to read the words on the pages, but they are just random letters jumbled together with an occasional punctuation mark.
Eventually, with the lights on, I fell asleep and woke to the morning sun lighting up the room even more. The room looks the same so I get up and get ready for work. Good thing I didn't sleep in my truck last night, I would have been pissed because it was only a mini truck with single cab and I would have been so sore from trying to sleep in it. I scan the same route I walked last night, nothing. I go down to the front desk and ask the lady if there has been any odd occurrences in the specific room I stayed in. NO, she said. WHY?
Nothing, probably something I ate. BTW, can I change rooms? She said sure, you're the only one here except for the other guy who basically lives in the other building on the ground floor. Where do you want to stay? I said, "The room next to him!" :laugh:
I moved my gear that morning and pretty much had no more occurrences during my 4 month routine of working there during the week and flying home for the weekends. I told the guys at the office my story and they are the ones who told me about the rains, how old Kauai is, how much more ghosts are around than on Oahu and luckily I didn't get pressed by the ghost. Whatever guys.I think you're pulling my chain. I still wasn't totally sure, I believe there are spirits, but not the kind that physically move stuff. As many people that have died since before I came along, some have got to still be around, waiting for something.
I have never had anything like that since, I don't tell anyone unless they give up their own ghost story first. Nowadays, I've seen too many real dead people during my alarms, some I've closed their eyelids for them when they pass. The only ones I don't stare at are the ones that hang themselves and are dead already by the time we reach you. THEY have something to say still yet in their eyes!
Enjoy,
Dave
ilikefishes
Well-Known Member
Dave, that was quite the experience.