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      05-31-2004 06:14 AM #1
      anybody here ever experienced the supernatural in their cars? did anybody get something extra with their project or restored car?

      a friend of mine told me last night about an old toyota corona they bought back in the 90's. the car was an early 80's model. it was said that a friend of the previous owner figured in an accident, and died in the backseat on the way to the hospital. so what they did was they had the car blessed.

      however, weird stuff started to occur. like the lights flashing once or twice at night... with a dead battery. also, my friend swore that he once heard some sort of "wheezing" sound from the car, like someone who has trouble breathing.

      so anybody here experienced similar tales?


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      05-31-2004 06:28 AM #2
      Well not a haunted car story but 3 of my friends were once driving in a mildly foggy night when they ALL saw some guy jogging on the side of the road. One of them said, "hey mike, watch out for that guy!" and mike said, "yeah I see him." and once they got close to him, he was no where to be found. From then on they all called him the ghost jogger. Also this one time when some of my friends were all in one car coming home from school. There was this bridge that they pass under daily and some kid comitted suicide there a year prior. It was in the local news paper and everything. Anyways, as they were driving under it, one of my friend just got a chill....mind you this was freaking summer in 90 degree weather...and he said, damn I just got a chill, lol...and one of my other friend was like damn me too! Then the other 2 in the back said that they felt it too! Crazy stuff!

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      05-31-2004 08:44 AM #3
      A kid i was friends with in highschool's mom had a 84 caravan. One day while we were all at the mall, we started walking away from the car when it turned itself on, flashed the high beams, honked the horn and then turned off again. We decided it be best to call his dad and 'pretend' the car didn't work and walk home.

    4. 05-31-2004 08:53 AM #4
      Quote, originally posted by fixedhalo »
      A kid i was friends with in highschool's mom had a 84 caravan. One day while we were all at the mall, we started walking away from the car when it turned itself on, flashed the high beams, honked the horn and then turned off again. We decided it be best to call his dad and 'pretend' the car didn't work and walk home.

      sounds like an episode out of scooby doo.


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      01-22-2009 08:53 PM #5
      we refer to my buddies mx-6 as "the omen" let your imagination take it from there

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      01-22-2009 09:31 PM #6
      I've got a brand new one that's just a little weird, not too exciting.

      A few months ago, I was driving along in my Olds and I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It looked like something a little bigger than a ping-pong ball, grayish in color, rolling or running across the front passenger floormat. It went from under the seat to up under the dash. By the time I glanced over to focus on it, it was gone. My first thought was that it was a mouse. I pulled into a parking lot, opened all the doors, pounded on the seat cushions, and...nothing. I keep my car interior clean, so there is no trash rolling around on the floor, just a pair of gloves and an umbrella. The only thing I found was a little yellowed part-number tag that looked like it had come off the radio or something and fallen out from under the dash. I figured I must have seen that get caught in the airflow from the heater and flutter across the floor, but what I saw really didn't look like that.

      So, just a couple weeks ago, I had forgotten all about that. I was driving along and braked hard, and again I just barely saw something roll from under the passenger's seat to up under the dash. This time it looked bigger, like a gray baseball. And once again, when I looked over to see what it was, it was gone. Again I pulled over and looked around, stuck my head under the dash and under the seat, and found nothing.

      Not very ghostly-sounding, I know, but I just can't figure out what this object could be and why I can't find it on the floor of the car. And the original owner of the car was an old man who is now dead, so who knows...

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    7. 09-08-2004 10:11 PM #7
      one local talk radio host was saying one night he got pulled over by a police officer for having his kids not in a child saftey seat. the radio guy told the cop i dont have kids and the cop looked in the backseat and found it empty. the cop then apologized and they were on their way. when he got home they looked and noticed little handprints all over the inside of the back window

    8. 09-09-2004 06:00 AM #8
      Wow...I just read this thread from beginning to end..and it is now 3:00am. That might not have been a good idea, me thinks. Awesome stories!

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      09-09-2004 07:40 AM #9
      Its....ALIVE.....

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      05-31-2004 09:05 AM #10
      I have one for you. I swear my delivery van is haunted. The guy that use to do my route always drove the same van I now drive #13. This guy loved his job and worked very hard because he was way in debt child support, car payment, mortage. He worked like 6 or 7 days a week. Because of his hard work and lack of proper diet (Jack in the Box), smoking, and drinking he died of a heart attack at age 52. So right after his death I was chosen to start doing the route he did. So one night a few weeks after his death I go into one of my stops on my route. I am only in there about 1 or 2 minutes. When I get back to the van open the door and start to sit in the drivers seat I feel spider webs all over my face and arms. I'm thinking there is no way a spider can lay out that many spider webs in 2 minutes. Then another time while I was driving I felt someone touch my right elbow I almost drove off the road. The last thing that happened was one night I was almost done with my route I was at the very last stop. I get out of the van go in and for a few minutes and come back out and there is a small cut out picture from a prOn mag sitting right in the middle of the drivers seat. I got in and out of the van many times and did not see it before. The doors are all locked and all of the windows are closed. I think it is the guy who use to drive the van doing it he was always known as being the prankster of the company. I told some of my coworkers about it and they are all scared to drive it. I am not scared at all it still runs pretty good and has only let me down once even though is has 434,000 miles on it.
      Well thats my story.

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      05-31-2004 12:31 PM #11
      I was working on my 63 hearse, (i know cliche huh?) I was sitting backward in the seat with my head by the pedals messing with the fuses. I was pulling them with some metal plyers, and accidently arked one of them. I decided to pull the battery cable like your supposed to in the beggining.

      I went back under the dash, and heard this wierd ticking, after a few moments look up, and sure enough, the clock is ticking away. I check, yep battery is disconected. I then decided to stop working on the car and come back later.

      Sure it could have been just some electricity in a capacitor, but it hasn't worked since.


    12. 05-31-2004 01:59 PM #12
      I used to work as a cashier at a local grocery store. We had a rotating lottery type thing between the able-bodied male cashiers to decide who would push carts in the lot. One day it was my turn. Some guy in an old BelAir was trying to start his car. It wouldn't turn over, the battery was dead as dirt. If you turned on the headlights they would barely glow orange for 1 sec then go out. After he tried starting it a couple times he was like, f*ck this. He was going to walk down the street a block to a gas-station/service place to see if he could get a new battery. I used the store's tool kit to help him take the battery out. He figured the shop wouldn't have a reference as to what battery would fit, so he was going to put it in a shopping cart and push it (he was going to carry but I gave him a cart and told him to use that)...

      So the guy left. He didn't come back for a long time. I figured they didn't sell batteries there and he just called for a ride or something (turns out that IS what he did). About 3 hours after he left it was dark in the lot. From the far end of the lot (50 yards or so away) It looks like the headlights are glowing orange again and I thought he came back and still was having probs. with the new battery. I walked over there and didn't see him in the car. Then the lights turned on at full brightness and the car cranks up!!!!!! I was like the car then lurched into gear and start rolling. Another cart-boy was watching from the other side and we both ran to stop it from driving away. It was backed into a spot, and as it was driving, the wheels and steering wheel turned as it pulled out, just like a normal driver would. As we got to the car (it was locked), it stopped, then shut off and returned to its previous state. The owner came out an hour and a half later iwht a tow truck and was like, WTF why is my car half out of the spot. We told him the story, and told him we couldn't push it back because the car was in park again. He believed up because there was no way to fake this, the car was parked in park and locked with no battery. Very scary. I was shaking for like 30 minutes afterwords.


    13. 05-31-2004 02:16 PM #13
      My Dad's brother bought a car some guy killed himself in. This was back in the 60's, I can't remember what kind of car. Pistol shot to the head, big mess. He got it for free because nobody wanted to clean it up. They called it, "The Big Hurt." I don't know if it was "haunted" but it's kinda grim.

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      05-31-2004 03:08 PM #14
      Quote, originally posted by Chronogoof89 »
      I used to work as a cashier at a local grocery store. We had a rotating lottery type thing between the able-bodied male cashiers to decide who would push carts in the lot. One day it was my turn. Some guy in an old BelAir was trying to start his car. It wouldn't turn over, the battery was dead as dirt. If you turned on the headlights they would barely glow orange for 1 sec then go out. After he tried starting it a couple times he was like, f*ck this. He was going to walk down the street a block to a gas-station/service place to see if he could get a new battery. I used the store's tool kit to help him take the battery out. He figured the shop wouldn't have a reference as to what battery would fit, so he was going to put it in a shopping cart and push it (he was going to carry but I gave him a cart and told him to use that)...

      So the guy left. He didn't come back for a long time. I figured they didn't sell batteries there and he just called for a ride or something (turns out that IS what he did). About 3 hours after he left it was dark in the lot. From the far end of the lot (50 yards or so away) It looks like the headlights are glowing orange again and I thought he came back and still was having probs. with the new battery. I walked over there and didn't see him in the car. Then the lights turned on at full brightness and the car cranks up!!!!!! I was like the car then lurched into gear and start rolling. Another cart-boy was watching from the other side and we both ran to stop it from driving away. It was backed into a spot, and as it was driving, the wheels and steering wheel turned as it pulled out, just like a normal driver would. As we got to the car (it was locked), it stopped, then shut off and returned to its previous state. The owner came out an hour and a half later iwht a tow truck and was like, WTF why is my car half out of the spot. We told him the story, and told him we couldn't push it back because the car was in park again. He believed up because there was no way to fake this, the car was parked in park and locked with no battery. Very scary. I was shaking for like 30 minutes afterwords.

      That is too bizarre to believe

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    15. 04-13-2011 03:35 AM #15
      Quote Originally Posted by Chronogoof89 View Post
      I used to work as a cashier at a local grocery store. We had a rotating lottery type thing between the able-bodied male cashiers to decide who would push carts in the lot. One day it was my turn. Some guy in an old BelAir was trying to start his car. It wouldn't turn over, the battery was dead as dirt. If you turned on the headlights they would barely glow orange for 1 sec then go out. After he tried starting it a couple times he was like, f*ck this. He was going to walk down the street a block to a gas-station/service place to see if he could get a new battery. I used the store's tool kit to help him take the battery out. He figured the shop wouldn't have a reference as to what battery would fit, so he was going to put it in a shopping cart and push it (he was going to carry but I gave him a cart and told him to use that)...

      So the guy left. He didn't come back for a long time. I figured they didn't sell batteries there and he just called for a ride or something (turns out that IS what he did). About 3 hours after he left it was dark in the lot. From the far end of the lot (50 yards or so away) It looks like the headlights are glowing orange again and I thought he came back and still was having probs. with the new battery. I walked over there and didn't see him in the car. Then the lights turned on at full brightness and the car cranks up!!!!!! I was like the car then lurched into gear and start rolling. Another cart-boy was watching from the other side and we both ran to stop it from driving away. It was backed into a spot, and as it was driving, the wheels and steering wheel turned as it pulled out, just like a normal driver would. As we got to the car (it was locked), it stopped, then shut off and returned to its previous state. The owner came out an hour and a half later iwht a tow truck and was like, WTF why is my car half out of the spot. We told him the story, and told him we couldn't push it back because the car was in park again. He believed up because there was no way to fake this, the car was parked in park and locked with no battery. Very scary. I was shaking for like 30 minutes afterwords.


      That is really strange and creepy that the shifter was locked in park on a belair, since Ignition Transmission Lock was not introduced on gm cars till the 80's well after belair's were no longer in production.

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      08-08-2006 02:52 PM #16
      Quote, originally posted by 2Turbos2Many »
      I was working on my 63 hearse, (i know cliche huh?) I was sitting backward in the seat with my head by the pedals messing with the fuses. I was pulling them with some metal plyers, and accidently arked one of them. I decided to pull the battery cable like your supposed to in the beggining.

      I went back under the dash, and heard this wierd ticking, after a few moments look up, and sure enough, the clock is ticking away. I check, yep battery is disconected. I then decided to stop working on the car and come back later.

      Sure it could have been just some electricity in a capacitor, but it hasn't worked since.

      There's a flywheel in the clock.....case closed!

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      03-13-2005 03:32 AM #17
      Quote, originally posted by OrNGVR6 »
      I have one for you. I swear my delivery van is haunted. The guy that use to do my route always drove the same van I now drive #13. This guy loved his job and worked very hard because he was way in debt child support, car payment, mortage. He worked like 6 or 7 days a week. Because of his hard work and lack of proper diet (Jack in the Box), smoking, and drinking he died of a heart attack at age 52. So right after his death I was chosen to start doing the route he did. So one night a few weeks after his death I go into one of my stops on my route. I am only in there about 1 or 2 minutes. When I get back to the van open the door and start to sit in the drivers seat I feel spider webs all over my face and arms. I'm thinking there is no way a spider can lay out that many spider webs in 2 minutes. Then another time while I was driving I felt someone touch my right elbow I almost drove off the road. The last thing that happened was one night I was almost done with my route I was at the very last stop. I get out of the van go in and for a few minutes and come back out and there is a small cut out picture from a prOn mag sitting right in the middle of the drivers seat. I got in and out of the van many times and did not see it before. The doors are all locked and all of the windows are closed. I think it is the guy who use to drive the van doing it he was always known as being the prankster of the company. I told some of my coworkers about it and they are all scared to drive it. I am not scared at all it still runs pretty good and has only let me down once even though is has 434,000 miles on it.
      Well thats my story.

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    18. 06-27-2005 10:06 PM #18
      Quote, originally posted by Nessal »
      Also this one time when some of my friends were all in one car coming home from school. There was this bridge that they pass under daily and some kid comitted suicide there a year prior. It was in the local news paper and everything. Anyways, as they were driving under it, one of my friend just got a chill....mind you this was freaking summer in 90 degree weather...and he said, damn I just got a chill, lol...and one of my other friend was like damn me too! Then the other 2 in the back said that they felt it too! Crazy stuff!

      Is that bridge by any chance in downingtown?

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    19. 10-21-2006 02:45 PM #19
      My cousin's and my friend were going over Mt. Madonna through Hecker Pass on a saturday night after some partying and sobering to get to In N Out in Gilroy, when they crested the peak near the old creepy hotel they turned a corner, which was clear suddenly, they saw a pale guy with long hair wearing athletic clothes who "materialized" near their car, they stopped, and when they checked the rearview, he wasn't there. Hecker is a crazy ass road, and who knows how many people have died there.

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      10-21-2006 03:04 PM #20
      Ok- I was just thinking about this a few days ago.

      Back in my final year of high school (87/88) I had only study halls after lunch (I did not take any my first three years of HS). I 'worked out' a free pass away from these study halls (the art teacher was very cool with stuff like that). Sooo......


      A good friend had a Super Beetle, and one nice day we took off at lunch to go cruising around. We bought a bag of ________, and spent the afternoon slowly cruising the countryside while listening to Iron Maiden and AC/DC (his stuff) on his nice Alpine system, while taking tokes.

      Larry (my friend's name) says he wants to check out something he had heard of. We drove towards the TN/VA border, and ended up on some very remote and tight valley roads. We come around a corner and see this tunnel off to the left of the road- up on a small side road- and a very strange looking tunnel. Larry called it the "Cissenball Tunnel"- or something like that (spelling is probably way off?). It is a 'natural tunnel'. That means the natural water flow created this tunnel. (there are actually many of these in this area). But this one was redone to be used as a one lane road, and this one tunnel road was the only way into the valley beyond (explains why the water created the tunnel to begin with). The creek was deepened, and the stones taken and used to make a road on one side of the tunnel.

      Larry says "That's it." and we putt putt up to the tunnel, and once we get half way through-he stops the car and turns off the engine and stereo.(our windows are already down) I ask why- and he says there is supposedly some weird sh/t that happens there. he explains that the 'story' is that a family that lived in the valley on the other side of the tunnel had a tragedy, and for some reason the farmer drowned a new born baby in the creek- and then killed himself from the remorse of his actions.

      Ok.

      So we sit there- listening to the soothing sound of the creek flow through the tunnel. It was really relaxing, and I didn't feel the least bit 'scared' of the situation (it was like 3 pm on a bright sunny day- though the tunnel was dark).

      Then I hear something. It gets louder and louder until I can't ignore it any more.

      "Wha wha whaaa whaaa. wha wha whaa whaaa."

      A chill goes down my spine and my eyes start to water. I turn to Larry as he turns to me- we both look at each other wide eyed.

      Just then a shadow appears just behind the car- we turn and see the silhouette of a man. There was no place to hide, and we would have seen somebody coming up from behind.

      Larry says "shiiiiiitt" and he started the bug and has it going in a split second.

      We pull out of the tunnel. There is this old decrepit farm house just on the other side. The valley is dark because the steep mountains on all sides block the sunlight. After a few seconds, I feel calm again. But then Larry says "Oh crap- we have to go back out the tunnel to leave this valley."

      We zip back through the tunnel with some speed this time- with the windows up.

      Dayum- remembering that still sends chills up my spine.

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      10-25-2006 04:38 PM #21
      Quote, originally posted by BRealistic »
      We bought a bag of ________, and spent the afternoon slowly cruising the countryside while listening to Iron Maiden and AC/DC (his stuff) on his nice Alpine system, while taking tokes.

      No offense, but your story loses a lot of cred when you throw this in there. I know a lot of people who have had "weird" stuff happen under those same circumstances.

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      10-25-2006 07:03 PM #22
      Quote, originally posted by ab8349 »
      No offense, but your story loses a lot of cred when you throw this in there. I know a lot of people who have had "weird" stuff happen under those same circumstances.

      I know. But I want to be honest. and he got his stuff from a guy that divided up the stuff from his own stash 9and we would get to share some of his stuff before divvying up the stuff- so we got a free buzz before even buying). The stuff was always clean, predictable- NEVER laced. You just don't hallucinate on unlaced stuff.

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      11-01-2006 12:50 AM #23
      Quote, originally posted by BRealistic »
      Ok- I was just thinking about this a few days ago.

      Back in my final year of high school (87/88) I had only study halls after lunch (I did not take any my first three years of HS). I 'worked out' a free pass away from these study halls (the art teacher was very cool with stuff like that). Sooo......


      A good friend had a Super Beetle, and one nice day we took off at lunch to go cruising around. We bought a bag of ________, and spent the afternoon slowly cruising the countryside while listening to Iron Maiden and AC/DC (his stuff) on his nice Alpine system, while taking tokes.

      Larry (my friend's name) says he wants to check out something he had heard of. We drove towards the TN/VA border, and ended up on some very remote and tight valley roads. We come around a corner and see this tunnel off to the left of the road- up on a small side road- and a very strange looking tunnel. Larry called it the "Cissenball Tunnel"- or something like that (spelling is probably way off?). It is a 'natural tunnel'. That means the natural water flow created this tunnel. (there are actually many of these in this area). But this one was redone to be used as a one lane road, and this one tunnel road was the only way into the valley beyond (explains why the water created the tunnel to begin with). The creek was deepened, and the stones taken and used to make a road on one side of the tunnel.

      Larry says "That's it." and we putt putt up to the tunnel, and once we get half way through-he stops the car and turns off the engine and stereo.(our windows are already down) I ask why- and he says there is supposedly some weird sh/t that happens there. he explains that the 'story' is that a family that lived in the valley on the other side of the tunnel had a tragedy, and for some reason the farmer drowned a new born baby in the creek- and then killed himself from the remorse of his actions.

      Ok.

      So we sit there- listening to the soothing sound of the creek flow through the tunnel. It was really relaxing, and I didn't feel the least bit 'scared' of the situation (it was like 3 pm on a bright sunny day- though the tunnel was dark).

      Then I hear something. It gets louder and louder until I can't ignore it any more.

      "Wha wha whaaa whaaa. wha wha whaa whaaa."

      A chill goes down my spine and my eyes start to water. I turn to Larry as he turns to me- we both look at each other wide eyed.

      Just then a shadow appears just behind the car- we turn and see the silhouette of a man. There was no place to hide, and we would have seen somebody coming up from behind.

      Larry says "shiiiiiitt" and he started the bug and has it going in a split second.

      We pull out of the tunnel. There is this old decrepit farm house just on the other side. The valley is dark because the steep mountains on all sides block the sunlight. After a few seconds, I feel calm again. But then Larry says "Oh crap- we have to go back out the tunnel to leave this valley."

      We zip back through the tunnel with some speed this time- with the windows up.

      Dayum- remembering that still sends chills up my spine.

      Ok- did some research. I was spelling it wrong (but surprising that I rmembered it that well). Here is the tunnel and proper spelling:

      http://theshadowlands.net/places/tennessee.htm

      "Kingsport - Sensabaugh Tunnel - This tunnel was built in the early 1920's and is one of the most famous haunted places in our area. Mr. Sensabaugh is told to have killed his entire family in the stream that runs through the tunnel, and now it is said you can hear his baby's voice crying and legend tells you can see all types of orbs and figures, also it is said that a women and her child was in a bad storm and pulled off into the tunnel to get shelter and the next day they found the body's of the two dead and now it is said if you pull your car into the tunnel and shut the engine down it will not start. "

      Thank God our car started. I would have sh/t my pants.

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    24. 03-18-2010 01:12 AM #24
      I live less than 5 minutes away from this place , been there many times . Police watch it now . Got stopped and searched last time I went through. Kinda sucked but it is a very freaky place . When my mom was a teen she rode out with some friends and they dropped her off and she had to walk out alone . She refuses to talk about it , she has nightmares for weeks just hearing about the place.

    25. 05-31-2004 01:39 PM #25
      i read some story about an early 80's Ford Capri in the UK that is supposedly "the most haunted car in the world." There's a website that was up a couple years ago where the owner catalogs everything about it. It's been on TV so there must be some validity to his claim.

      Evidently there was a double homicide in the cara (yikes). The guy got it at auction or something for ungodly cheap, and after taking it home, excrement started hitting the fan continuously. Seem to recall his garage burned down, but the car was unscathed; someone parked an identical blue Capri next to his, and it burst into flames, damaging every car around it except the Capri, and periodically screams come from the back seat. He also claims that on a few occasions when driving, he glances into the rearview mirror and sees a man and woman staring back at him, and a second glance reveals nothing.

      I've never sat in a "haunted" car, but when I worked for Lexus we got a Lexus SC430 back from the LAPD... evidently someone got killed in it, though we didn't know the details. There was dried blood on the headliner (which is plastic in an SC430), passenger's seat, passenger's door, driver's door handle, steering wheel... it looked like someone had made a hasty effort to clean some of it up as some of it had been smeared around in circles (on the seat and door). It was black on saddle leather, and there were fingerprint dustings all over it, etc. It was pretty creepy. We paid one of our porters extra $$$ to clean the thing out, and we held on to it for a few weeks as we tried to figure out whether to resell it or to just auction it off (we did the latter). In the meantime, I got to pimp around in it, and it was pretty nice for that... I can't say I heard blood-curdling screams coming from the trunk or saw a murdered hooker out of the corner of my eye, but it was weird. The SC430 is one of my favorite cars and so generally a sense of happy and relaxation fell over me when I got into one, but in this one, I felt suddenly more nervous and would come down with a headache that would immedeately dissipate once I got out. The other salespeople and porters and managers all noted this.

      I lived in a place for a year that I swear was haunted, I could catalog every crazy thing that happened there, but it's a house as opposed to a car and thus lacks the same mystique.


    26. 05-31-2004 09:58 PM #26
      Quote, originally posted by ponyone »
      I lived in a place for a year that I swear was haunted, I could catalog every crazy thing that happened there, but it's a house as opposed to a car and thus lacks the same mystique.

      share that story!


    27. 06-01-2004 04:31 PM #27
      Quote, originally posted by schtebie »

      share that story!

      ok, since you asked...

      In 2000 my family moved from a building along Memorial Drive in Cambridge, MA, to this little house on Grove St. (if you live in the area, you can go check it out from the outside; I don't want to give the exact address, but from all the descriptions you'll be able to find it exactly). Grove St. is the dividing line between Cambridge (Harvard, MIT, a few clubs) and Belmont (old people, houses, a CVS). It's a little out of the way, and I was pissed as hell when my parents decided to take it because it totally removed me from all my friends. There was one bus that went out there, and it was erratic. Royal pain.

      So anyway, I was pretty upset about this. They were like "no, you'll love it! It's a nice little place!" The main reason that they rented it was that it belonged to a woman who went to the same church as them. They found about 8 houses that were nicer, cheaper and located more conveniently but they were trying to make a bigger impression on the congregation, who ultimately ended up shunning them anyway. Since I didn't have any choice but to live there, I decided to go ahead and check the place out. They drove my friend Owen and I there and we immedeately discovered that there was a local fixture they hadn't told us about: Belmont Cemetary, which was right across the street. Yippee!

      We walked in and immedeately something didn't feel right. It's not like a ghost groped me or anything exotic like that, it just felt like a funeral home or something. It was very somber, and it had this stillness to it that felt, well, dead. There was no air circulating, and it was scary quiet. It seemed like sound just kind of vanished into the place.

      I was fortunate enough to get a room that was as far from the cemetary as possible. I didn't like the fact that in my sister's room, if you looked out the window and looked out over the hedges, you could see this mountain of headstones. She never opened her blinds up.

      Not long after we move in we discover something else wonderful about the area: the intersection we're at is the most dangerous intersection in the entire city, or cities, as it may be. Neither Cambridge nor Belmont wanted to take responsibility for it and as such, the one stop sign there was faded almost down to its bare metal and behind some trees. It was a 3-way stop; across the street from me was a big park, and you had Grove intercepting Huron Ave (you can mapquest it if you wanna see) right out in front. The lines in the street were faded, and it was an abnormally large intersection, and someone on Grove making a left onto Huron would fly through at 60 or so mph (no stoplights or signs anywhere) and then there would be someone making a left from Huron to Grove and they'd be doing about the same and then BAM! Head on collision. There were two fatilities there in that year. The first week we were there, there was a woman in an 80's Camry who slammed into some guy in an 80's Camry and we heard the crash (it was me and my younger sisters and girlfriend) and about 10 seconds later, this lady with flame red hair who looks like a goofy kindergarten teacher runs through our door screaming "OH MY GOD! I KILLED HIM!! OH MY GOD!" My g/f and sister calmed her down and I ran outside with my cell to dial 911 and yup, that dude was dead...

      After we'd come to grips with this, we found out another interesting tidbit. Our back yard became a treeline that separated the house from the Fresh Pond golf course and the pond itself. About 7 months before we moved in, a few jocks from Belmont high got smashed at a party nearby and decided they'd go to the gold course and get up to typical high school football team hijinks. One of them got up on a large, mossy rock in the backyard, for whatever reason, and since it had rained and the rock was wet, slipped and knocked himself out. His friends laughed at him for being a dumbass and then left to go be cool. Well, their friend was laying face down in a puddle and died sometime inbetween, so they left him there and bolted; the previous residents found him the next day.

      So to recap, so far, we have a cemetary across the street, the intersection that Satan designed, and a backyard that kills football players. But now onto the actual substance behind the creepiness...

      Not long after we moved in, I started thinking something was up. I would leave the house and walk a mile to the supermarket when I was home alone and when I came back, things would be rearranged. I constantly felt like there were people looking at me; a few times when I'd go from one room to another, I'd stop suddenly because I felt like there was someone walking into the room and I was about to walk into them. It wasn't just me, either; I didn't want to talk about it to anyone because I didn't want to seem nuts or like I was overdramatizing, instead opting for "this place blows." Unprovoked, my sister one night was saying "uuuugh, I hate this place, I feel like someone keeps following me and staring at me." My little sister Mary, who was abot 3 at the time, would say things about "creepy people" watching her play, and stuff like that. My friend Owen would come over and be totally freaked out; he ultimately quit coming over because he couldn't stand the place. My girlfriend, it was the same deal; she never came over because the place weirded her out too much, and my mom even started saying that she didn't like it.

      The really obvious stuff started happening after about a month of living there. I have a pretty sweet Aiwa MD/CD/Cassette shelf system that is 100% fully digital. I would listen to lighter bands like Cake, and nothing would happen. Then one day I was playing Tool really loudly while sitting on my bed drawing, when all of a sudden, the volume goes down. I was like "what the hell?" and turned it back up, and then sure enough, it went back down. I thought the remote was screwing it up so I put it under my pillow and then got up to physically change it, and when I got back on my bed, it went down again. So I grabbed the remote and turned it back up, and it was like that for about 30 seconds, then it turned off. I turne dit back on, and as soon as the song started, it shut off again. I thought the thing was screwed up, but later that night, when I put it on the NPR station, it was just fine.

      A few days later I was playing GT2 on my playstation, and had it up pretty loud, and then suddenly, the volume on the TV goes down. I turned it back up and, you guessed it, the PSX turns off, and it audibly clicks when it does so, like someone pushed the button.

      I took the stereo to my g/f's house and there were no issues, and so, we called an electrician, and he checked the outlets and said there were no problems. But whenever I started listening to music in my room it would shut off. I was starting to get pissed, and had no idea what was going on. Then one night I was noodling on guitar, and my amp, which is a solid-state Vox and has a switch you must actually flick to turn on or off, switches off in the middle of playing. I went over and the switch was thrown. I turned it back on, and sat there watching the amp, and it didn't turn back off. So I got back up and started to walk away. Click. Amp goes off again.

      The next day I woke up and played guitar, and there were no problems. I put my guitar back on its stand, then left to go get some groceries. When I came back and went into my room, my amp had been knocked over, and my guitar, which I loved and always was insanely gentle with, looked as though it had been thrown clear across the room. It had hit the wall and left a mark on it and the finish was dented and scratched. I was really pissed off, and went through the house; no, my bratty sister wasn't home, nor was anyone else. I had been thinking "ghost" for awhile but now was pretty sure of it and yelled "I DON'T KNOW WHO THE F--K YOU ARE BUT GET THE HELL OUT MY HOUSE, DAMN IT! QUIT MESSING WITH MY STUFF! JUST F--KING GO!" and went to go put my guitar back.

      That night, when I was in bed, I shut the lights off to go to sleep, and after a few minutes, I heard what sounded like a male voice chuckling. I thought it was my parents in their bedroom, but it would happen again every few moments, and it kept getting closer, until it was right in my ear practically. There was obviously no one in my room, but it felt like there was someone in there.

      A few nights later, again when going to sleep, there was no laughing, but, I saw these shadows swirling in the center of my room. I was groggy, so I figured to myself maybe I was just tired. So I blinked and kept looking, but it didn't go away. It became sharper, until there were three distinct shapes that were moving around. I sat there kind of petrified, and then a car went by; when the lights shone into my room, the shadows didn't go away, and I could see them much better. I turned on the light by my bed, and it was kind of funny; when you're a kid, you always figure that when you turn the lights on the monsters and ghosts go away, but they didn't. They just kept moving around my room, like they were just chillin andhaving a peek at things. Eventually they all kind of disappeared, and I spent the night on the couch in the living room.

      Then I started having dreams. I started having dreams where I was being bludgeoned and stabbed and couldn't fight back, and that whoever was doing it to me was much larger than me. I kept having the same dream over and over, and I also kept having dreams where this girl would appear. It would be a dream where I was in Cambridge or back in Seattle, and it'd be nowadays, and all of a sudden there would be this girl who was dressed like she was out of the 20's. She would just stare at me with this blank expression. I'd ask her if she was okay and I'd talk with her briefly; her name was Allison, her parents were from Ireland, and she would tell me weird things, like how I was getting better at driving (I didn't have my liscence, but I played GT2 a lot), or that dinner had looked good. In one of my dreams, I saw her with my ex-girl friend, Tami, and they were walking by. I looked over at them and they both just stared back. I found out about a week later that Tami had died.

      I've never had her in a dream since I left the place (the girl, that is). My mom started complaining about having nightmares, too, and started seeing a psychiatrist because of it, they were that bad. One evening my family was in the living/dining room, and we had this big window that overlooked the treeline and pond. My sister Lydia, who was 12 at the time, went "oh my good, look at that!" and my mom went over, and said something similar. I walked up to the window and there was this red spere moving through the trees. I though maybe it was a reflection from the LED on our speakers, which were against the opposite wall, but it as it moved, it cast a glow on the trees around it, and it would dissapear behind trees as it moved. It moved over to the rock in the backyard and then kind of fizzled out.

      The place kept getting more and more forboding, and weirder stuff kept happening. I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone and left it on the couch to go use the bathroom, and when I came back she was talking, gonig "huh? who is this?" She said that she heard someone whisperig into the phonel that it was actually a discernable voice, and she couldn't recognize anything. Another time, she said that it sounded like there were a few people chanting, it sounded like they were going "OH-ME, OH-ME, OH-ME" over and over until I picked it back up and went "hey."

      The last truly horrifying experience was one night, at about 2am, I was on the computer in the living room. The wall had a big mirror on it for some reason that spanned the entire wall; it was pretty stupid looking. I was typing, and I started seeing the black shapes again out of the corner of my eye. When I went to look, there was nothing. I tried to ignore it, and kept typing. Then all of as sudden I felt like there was, I don't really know how to describe it, it was kind of like that feeling of adrenaline you get in your spine when you get excited, but it was around me instead of in me. Then there was a "thud" that you could feel, like something heavy hit the ground behind me, and then, you got the sensation and felt the motion of something being dragged away. My sister's bedroom had a door into the garage, and she always left her door open a crack at night, and the door moved open like there was something pushing it. I just kept sitting there, and it felt like someone walked by me toward the kitchen, and then I heard steps goin from the hall into my bedroom. I was curious, but not that scared, and stood up to go check it out. I walked into the kitched and what happened from there is difficult to describe, but, it ended in me running screaming from the house and across the street to the park, where I sat until almost daybreak.

      I f--king hate that house. needless to say we didn't renew our lease. I spent most of the nights thereafter at friend's places or my g/f's place (it was only a month or so anyway).

      I don't want to actually come out and say it was haunted because I don't want to sound like a kook, and I'm not especially into the occult or paranormal stuff (I was when I was a kid, and every now & then I flip through a UFO book at a Barnes & Noble for kicks, but I'm not into it at all). But I probably sound enough like a kook anyway now, so what the hell... if there was ever a place that was haunted, that was it.


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      06-01-2004 05:33 PM #28
      Um, how bout you tell us what happened in that kitchen....

    29. 06-02-2004 11:00 PM #29
      Quote, originally posted by ponyone »

      ok, since you asked...

      (crazy ghost story)

      that, sir, was the best ghost story I've ever heard. I love how you got everyone all excited by leaving them hanging about the kitchen part, which btw did not dissappoint.

      And, like you said, wether it was in your mind or not, I believe ya.


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      06-02-2004 11:39 PM #30
      nice stories guys!

      hey kitchen dude, your story gave me nightmares last night!
      and man, i woke up in the middle of the night, and i was paranoid that dark figures are walking around my room

      speaking of which...

      this happened when we were still kids, back in 1990. one evening, my brothers woke up to go to the bathroom. i was awakened by their scampering back to our room, terrified and weirded out.

      according to both of them, on the way to the bathroom, they saw two dark silhouettes sitting still on the couch on the living room, facing them.

      with all the noise, my parents also woke up to scold us, but when my brothers told them the story, they checked out the living room, afraid that intruders may have entered the house. the doors and windows are locked though, and my brothers were very insistent that what they saw were not people.

      *****

      this also happened in the same house. our home is one of four houses in one compound, which means we share a common yard with our neighbors.

      now, here in the philippines, there is what we call an "aswang," a person that changes into a monster that preys on the unborn fetus of pregnant women.

      so same timeline as the first tale, 1990. my mom was pregnant then, and because of a storm, our area was plunged into a month-long blackout.

      so one evening, when i and my brothers were sleeping, the only people awake in the house were my parents. my dad brought home some work that he needs to finish, and my mom told him that she would now retire for the night. the whole area was dark because we have no power, the only lights we have are from candles.

      a few minutes after my mom retired, it started.

      our dogs, and our neighbor's were barking like crazy. then, my dad heard it. a very distinct "knock" on our roof, then another, and another- like something with hooves was hopping.

      my dad followed the sound. the knocks were moving, going somewhere, to their bedroom! he opened the door, and found my mother sitting on the bed, also awake, and obviously heard the noises from the roof. the knocks stopped directly above her!

      when they peeked outside the windows, they saw the dogs, still barking furiously, all of them looking at something on the roof.

      then, perhaps sensing that it was found out, whatever it was started retreating, the knocks (or hoof-hops?) were quick, back where it came from.

      it never happened again, but every morning my mom noticed a black chicken on the wall outside in front of her window. the hen was like a sentry, walking just in front of her window, not the whole wall.

      it never came back when she planted garlic outside.

      ****

      i kid you not, these are real stories.


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      HOLY CRAP U TYEPD ALL THAT!!! i just wrote an essay for shcool shorter wow
      Quote, originally posted by ponyone »

      ok, since you asked...

      In 2000 my family moved from a building along Memorial Drive in Cambridge, MA, to this little house on Grove St. (if you live in the area, you can go check it out from the outside; I don't want to give the exact address, but from all the descriptions you'll be able to find it exactly). Grove St. is the dividing line between Cambridge (Harvard, MIT, a few clubs) and Belmont (old people, houses, a CVS). It's a little out of the way, and I was pissed as hell when my parents decided to take it because it totally removed me from all my friends. There was one bus that went out there, and it was erratic. Royal pain.

      So anyway, I was pretty upset about this. They were like "no, you'll love it! It's a nice little place!" The main reason that they rented it was that it belonged to a woman who went to the same church as them. They found about 8 houses that were nicer, cheaper and located more conveniently but they were trying to make a bigger impression on the congregation, who ultimately ended up shunning them anyway. Since I didn't have any choice but to live there, I decided to go ahead and check the place out. They drove my friend Owen and I there and we immedeately discovered that there was a local fixture they hadn't told us about: Belmont Cemetary, which was right across the street. Yippee!

      We walked in and immedeately something didn't feel right. It's not like a ghost groped me or anything exotic like that, it just felt like a funeral home or something. It was very somber, and it had this stillness to it that felt, well, dead. There was no air circulating, and it was scary quiet. It seemed like sound just kind of vanished into the place.

      I was fortunate enough to get a room that was as far from the cemetary as possible. I didn't like the fact that in my sister's room, if you looked out the window and looked out over the hedges, you could see this mountain of headstones. She never opened her blinds up.

      Not long after we move in we discover something else wonderful about the area: the intersection we're at is the most dangerous intersection in the entire city, or cities, as it may be. Neither Cambridge nor Belmont wanted to take responsibility for it and as such, the one stop sign there was faded almost down to its bare metal and behind some trees. It was a 3-way stop; across the street from me was a big park, and you had Grove intercepting Huron Ave (you can mapquest it if you wanna see) right out in front. The lines in the street were faded, and it was an abnormally large intersection, and someone on Grove making a left onto Huron would fly through at 60 or so mph (no stoplights or signs anywhere) and then there would be someone making a left from Huron to Grove and they'd be doing about the same and then BAM! Head on collision. There were two fatilities there in that year. The first week we were there, there was a woman in an 80's Camry who slammed into some guy in an 80's Camry and we heard the crash (it was me and my younger sisters and girlfriend) and about 10 seconds later, this lady with flame red hair who looks like a goofy kindergarten teacher runs through our door screaming "OH MY GOD! I KILLED HIM!! OH MY GOD!" My g/f and sister calmed her down and I ran outside with my cell to dial 911 and yup, that dude was dead...

      After we'd come to grips with this, we found out another interesting tidbit. Our back yard became a treeline that separated the house from the Fresh Pond golf course and the pond itself. About 7 months before we moved in, a few jocks from Belmont high got smashed at a party nearby and decided they'd go to the gold course and get up to typical high school football team hijinks. One of them got up on a large, mossy rock in the backyard, for whatever reason, and since it had rained and the rock was wet, slipped and knocked himself out. His friends laughed at him for being a dumbass and then left to go be cool. Well, their friend was laying face down in a puddle and died sometime inbetween, so they left him there and bolted; the previous residents found him the next day.

      So to recap, so far, we have a cemetary across the street, the intersection that Satan designed, and a backyard that kills football players. But now onto the actual substance behind the creepiness...

      Not long after we moved in, I started thinking something was up. I would leave the house and walk a mile to the supermarket when I was home alone and when I came back, things would be rearranged. I constantly felt like there were people looking at me; a few times when I'd go from one room to another, I'd stop suddenly because I felt like there was someone walking into the room and I was about to walk into them. It wasn't just me, either; I didn't want to talk about it to anyone because I didn't want to seem nuts or like I was overdramatizing, instead opting for "this place blows." Unprovoked, my sister one night was saying "uuuugh, I hate this place, I feel like someone keeps following me and staring at me." My little sister Mary, who was abot 3 at the time, would say things about "creepy people" watching her play, and stuff like that. My friend Owen would come over and be totally freaked out; he ultimately quit coming over because he couldn't stand the place. My girlfriend, it was the same deal; she never came over because the place weirded her out too much, and my mom even started saying that she didn't like it.

      The really obvious stuff started happening after about a month of living there. I have a pretty sweet Aiwa MD/CD/Cassette shelf system that is 100% fully digital. I would listen to lighter bands like Cake, and nothing would happen. Then one day I was playing Tool really loudly while sitting on my bed drawing, when all of a sudden, the volume goes down. I was like "what the hell?" and turned it back up, and then sure enough, it went back down. I thought the remote was screwing it up so I put it under my pillow and then got up to physically change it, and when I got back on my bed, it went down again. So I grabbed the remote and turned it back up, and it was like that for about 30 seconds, then it turned off. I turne dit back on, and as soon as the song started, it shut off again. I thought the thing was screwed up, but later that night, when I put it on the NPR station, it was just fine.

      A few days later I was playing GT2 on my playstation, and had it up pretty loud, and then suddenly, the volume on the TV goes down. I turned it back up and, you guessed it, the PSX turns off, and it audibly clicks when it does so, like someone pushed the button.

      I took the stereo to my g/f's house and there were no issues, and so, we called an electrician, and he checked the outlets and said there were no problems. But whenever I started listening to music in my room it would shut off. I was starting to get pissed, and had no idea what was going on. Then one night I was noodling on guitar, and my amp, which is a solid-state Vox and has a switch you must actually flick to turn on or off, switches off in the middle of playing. I went over and the switch was thrown. I turned it back on, and sat there watching the amp, and it didn't turn back off. So I got back up and started to walk away. Click. Amp goes off again.

      The next day I woke up and played guitar, and there were no problems. I put my guitar back on its stand, then left to go get some groceries. When I came back and went into my room, my amp had been knocked over, and my guitar, which I loved and always was insanely gentle with, looked as though it had been thrown clear across the room. It had hit the wall and left a mark on it and the finish was dented and scratched. I was really pissed off, and went through the house; no, my bratty sister wasn't home, nor was anyone else. I had been thinking "ghost" for awhile but now was pretty sure of it and yelled "I DON'T KNOW WHO THE F--K YOU ARE BUT GET THE HELL OUT MY HOUSE, DAMN IT! QUIT MESSING WITH MY STUFF! JUST F--KING GO!" and went to go put my guitar back.

      That night, when I was in bed, I shut the lights off to go to sleep, and after a few minutes, I heard what sounded like a male voice chuckling. I thought it was my parents in their bedroom, but it would happen again every few moments, and it kept getting closer, until it was right in my ear practically. There was obviously no one in my room, but it felt like there was someone in there.

      A few nights later, again when going to sleep, there was no laughing, but, I saw these shadows swirling in the center of my room. I was groggy, so I figured to myself maybe I was just tired. So I blinked and kept looking, but it didn't go away. It became sharper, until there were three distinct shapes that were moving around. I sat there kind of petrified, and then a car went by; when the lights shone into my room, the shadows didn't go away, and I could see them much better. I turned on the light by my bed, and it was kind of funny; when you're a kid, you always figure that when you turn the lights on the monsters and ghosts go away, but they didn't. They just kept moving around my room, like they were just chillin andhaving a peek at things. Eventually they all kind of disappeared, and I spent the night on the couch in the living room.

      Then I started having dreams. I started having dreams where I was being bludgeoned and stabbed and couldn't fight back, and that whoever was doing it to me was much larger than me. I kept having the same dream over and over, and I also kept having dreams where this girl would appear. It would be a dream where I was in Cambridge or back in Seattle, and it'd be nowadays, and all of a sudden there would be this girl who was dressed like she was out of the 20's. She would just stare at me with this blank expression. I'd ask her if she was okay and I'd talk with her briefly; her name was Allison, her parents were from Ireland, and she would tell me weird things, like how I was getting better at driving (I didn't have my liscence, but I played GT2 a lot), or that dinner had looked good. In one of my dreams, I saw her with my ex-girl friend, Tami, and they were walking by. I looked over at them and they both just stared back. I found out about a week later that Tami had died.

      I've never had her in a dream since I left the place (the girl, that is). My mom started complaining about having nightmares, too, and started seeing a psychiatrist because of it, they were that bad. One evening my family was in the living/dining room, and we had this big window that overlooked the treeline and pond. My sister Lydia, who was 12 at the time, went "oh my good, look at that!" and my mom went over, and said something similar. I walked up to the window and there was this red spere moving through the trees. I though maybe it was a reflection from the LED on our speakers, which were against the opposite wall, but it as it moved, it cast a glow on the trees around it, and it would dissapear behind trees as it moved. It moved over to the rock in the backyard and then kind of fizzled out.

      The place kept getting more and more forboding, and weirder stuff kept happening. I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone and left it on the couch to go use the bathroom, and when I came back she was talking, gonig "huh? who is this?" She said that she heard someone whisperig into the phonel that it was actually a discernable voice, and she couldn't recognize anything. Another time, she said that it sounded like there were a few people chanting, it sounded like they were going "OH-ME, OH-ME, OH-ME" over and over until I picked it back up and went "hey."

      The last truly horrifying experience was one night, at about 2am, I was on the computer in the living room. The wall had a big mirror on it for some reason that spanned the entire wall; it was pretty stupid looking. I was typing, and I started seeing the black shapes again out of the corner of my eye. When I went to look, there was nothing. I tried to ignore it, and kept typing. Then all of as sudden I felt like there was, I don't really know how to describe it, it was kind of like that feeling of adrenaline you get in your spine when you get excited, but it was around me instead of in me. Then there was a "thud" that you could feel, like something heavy hit the ground behind me, and then, you got the sensation and felt the motion of something being dragged away. My sister's bedroom had a door into the garage, and she always left her door open a crack at night, and the door moved open like there was something pushing it. I just kept sitting there, and it felt like someone walked by me toward the kitchen, and then I heard steps goin from the hall into my bedroom. I was curious, but not that scared, and stood up to go check it out. I walked into the kitched and what happened from there is difficult to describe, but, it ended in me running screaming from the house and across the street to the park, where I sat until almost daybreak.

      I f--king hate that house. needless to say we didn't renew our lease. I spent most of the nights thereafter at friend's places or my g/f's place (it was only a month or so anyway).

      I don't want to actually come out and say it was haunted because I don't want to sound like a kook, and I'm not especially into the occult or paranormal stuff (I was when I was a kid, and every now & then I flip through a UFO book at a Barnes & Noble for kicks, but I'm not into it at all). But I probably sound enough like a kook anyway now, so what the hell... if there was ever a place that was haunted, that was it.


    32. 10-28-2008 08:11 PM #32
      me and my friends check out haunted places and this place seems to b straight do u no if any 1 lives there

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      10-31-2006 01:54 PM #33
      Quote, originally posted by ponyone »
      I lived in a place for a year that I swear was haunted, I could catalog every crazy thing that happened there, but it's a house as opposed to a car and thus lacks the same mystique.

      Same here! Heres my story.

      My old house was haunted. I was sitting in my basement on my computer one time and a cup of water I had on the computer desk floated up and flew across the room into a wall. Also i would hear **** being thrown around down there (like a box fan being thrown against the wall) and I would go check it out and nothing was messed up. I also would hear foot steps on my wood floors and also see **** run up and down my stair case. I would always have the feeling someone was watching me.

      Also one time I was sitting at my kitchen table facing my stair case and I was eating dinner (i was home alone) and looked up to see a white figure looking around the corner of the wall at me, when I looked up it dissapeared. Also I would lay in bed at night and hear like electricity (loud buzzing/cracking like a high voltage genereator makes) right next to my head and there were no electronics on inside my room.

      Come to find out when my house was being built one of the crew died in my basement.

      Ive seen a couple different ghosts, there is a park next to my house called Jefferson Park (look it up on google) that a woman was raped and killed in and every night at 11:15-12 you can see her ghost walk tree to tree through the park. I have seen it personally from about 10 ft away....talk about creepy!


    34. 10-31-2006 01:59 PM #34
      MOAR!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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      05-31-2004 10:05 PM #35
      Wow, good stuff guys! Keep it up!

      When we had a post like this a while back, there was one story that posters kept referencing. It was about a haunted 911 (or 912?) that was featured in one of the more popular car mags. (NOTE: Not 'Little Bastard'.)


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