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Thursday, May 31, 2012

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The Best Time I House-Sat for a Ghost

A few years ago a friend of a friend hooked me up with an amazing house sitting job. I liked the idea of hanging out in someone’s mansion for a few nights, pretending to be a rich lady. Let’s talk about the house for a minute, so you can fully understand what I’m dealing with.

A three-story Victorian mansion complete with grand piano, pool table, caterer’s kitchen (honestly, I didn’t even know what that was), and a soaking bathtub surrounded by enormous windows. There were MacBooks lying around like old phone books and a big library full of self-help titles that I felt I should peruse.

The owner of the house, let’s call her Emily, was flying with her husband via private jet to their other castle in Colorado. All I had to do was feed the cats, soak in the tub, and not steal anything. Emily showed me around her “house” taking the time to explain how her espresso machine worked and insisting I look through her box of clothes headed to Goodwill. I saw a Diane Von Furstenberg label and almost passed out. ‘Leave!’ I kept thinking, anxious to turn on the flatscreen and drink cappuccino while trying on my new designer clothes. I planned on sitting on the magnificent wraparound front porch so passerby's could admire what a baller I’d become.

As Emily turned to go she nonchalantly mentioned one final thing. “We have a ghost. She’s a little girl. I call her Rachel.” Then the bitch left me all alone in a three story Victorian mansion for two nights with a child ghost. 

A little bit about me and child ghosts. They are my biggest irrational fear of all time. I’m afraid of ghosts that never grew up, they’re like a regular ghost, but naughtier and creepier. I pictured Rachel as dark haired and barefoot, wearing a white nightgown and holding a one-eyed doll. She’d show up at the end of my bed and whisper in a hollow voice, “I’m cold.” Rachel would enjoy scaring me because children love to do that kind of thing.

Fortunately, it wasn’t quite dark so I had time to run around and turn on every freaking light in the place. I lit it up like a Christmas tree. Emily probably had to sell one of her MacBooks to pay the electricity bill. I took deep cleansing breaths and reminded myself that I don’t really believe in ghosts. But I actually do.

Then I did a stupid thing. I went up to the master bedroom, filled the giant bathtub with expensive bubble bath and stripped down. I sat naked and vulnerable in a tub while trying to read “The Power of Positive Thinking” but really listening for footsteps, giggling, or old timey music that would signal Rachel’s presence. Every creak in the house sent chills down my spine. My bath didn’t last long.

Once dressed, I called my younger brother who lived nearby and shared my deeply rooted fear of child ghosts. I think it stems from a childhood of watching, “Are You Afraid of the Dark?” I explained the situation to him and he advised me to leave immediately. I said I couldn’t abandon my cat duties so he suggested I watch non-stimulating TV shows until I fell asleep. So that’s what I did. I watched the Biography channel on the couch until sleep came. But it never really did. I kept waking up, checking to make sure nothing had crawled out of the TV. Occasionally, the cat would jump on me. Finally, dawn came. No ghost sightings. I was able to turn off some of the lights and laugh at myself. I felt better. I even vacuumed the living room.

I turned on “The View” and went into the kitchen to feed the cats. I heard something in the living room, but figured it was just Barbara Walters being out of touch with the real world. I filled my coffee cup and went back to the couch for more Hot Topics. But then, there. In the outrageously plush pile carpet that I’d just vacuumed, right in front of the TV were several tiny footprints, perfectly shaped like a child’s bare foot. I knew they weren’t mine because I wear a non-delicate size ten shoe. They could only belong to a child ghost.

That night, I slept at my brother’s house. He cautioned me to never go back to the mansion, but I had to feed the cats. I didn’t see further signs of Rachel, but I felt she was there, laughing at me. I told Emily my cat allergy would prevent me from ever house sitting for her again. Recently, a supernatural obsessed friend cautioned me that spirits can enter through the TV, so I’d set myself up. Sometimes, I like to think that I’ll help Rachel cross over to the other side. But realistically, I’d rather live in my one-bedroom apartment than a mansion with a child ghost.

 

Megan L. Wood uses her middle initial to differentiate herself from all the other women named Megan Wood.

Photo by terekhov igor, via Shutterstock

258 Comments / Post A Comment

slutberry

I am not afraid of child ghosts named Rachel and I need a place to live next year. SIGN. ME. UP.

EKPinc

Did you try on the goodwill clothes before being chased off by the ghost?

han
han

@EKPinc That's all I want to know!!! What about the clothes!!

Does Axl have a jack?

@EKPinc Yes, this! Wee girl ghosts are rather terrifying, but not as terrifying as the thought of missing out on free DVF.

EKPinc

@armyofskanks OK, so I have to confess, I do not love DVF, but it suggests a potential goldmine of awesome.

wordnerdporvida

@han omg that's all I could think of too! DVF! DVF!

LagunaBitch

@EKPinc Ditto!!!

Inkling

House-sitting, ghosts, and Goodwill--if Haunted Housesitting (narrated by Keith Morrison) was a series, I'd watch the shit out of it.
More importantly, did you get some fancy clothes?

PS Nice to hear about a mansion-haunting ghost who is not interpreted as an old white man.

Hellcat

@Inkcrafter Yes--Keith Morrison (who my friend says looks like a banana)! "Ohhhhhh?"

Does Axl have a jack?

@Hellcat Replying to you here because it won't let me reply downthread for some reason: you are totally right about Ghost Hunters vs. Adventurers. Duh. :)

redheaded&crazy

but they were really cat footprints right?! RIGHT GUYS?! PLEASE

Inkling

@redheaded&crazie
No way, brother. Cat footprints are smaller than baby feet. Those would be hard to mix up.

wharrgarbl

@redheaded&crazie All the cats did it. Or one of the cats has rigged up some peoplefeet shoes/stilts and was pranking everyone. They'd watched Risky Business one too many times and were pissed about having housesitters.

redheaded&crazy

@wharrgarbl see this is why i don't like cats. sneaky little buggers.

Megasus

@wharrgarbl I can believe that cats would do this.

Prostitute Robot From The Future

@redheaded&crazie I hate it when they stare intently at something behind me, whenever I'm home alone. At night. STOP IT WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT YOU ARE FREAKING ME OUT!

fabel

@disgruntled co-worker Cats fucking love doing this. One of mine has enormous eyes, so it looks like she's genuinely terrified at the blank wall. And then when I turn to look, & then look back at her, she's just staring at me like "Do something about that child ghost!"

Cat named Virtute

@disgruntled co-worker Mine isn't usually a starer, but she's been particularly cranky lately (the heat, I assume), and whenever she's not mewling her fool head off, has been staring at me/into space in this super creepy way. She also has really bright green-yellow eyes that look like they are GLOWING in many lights.

Hellcat

@Cat named Virtute This isn't scary, but my cat Tim used to stare at me wide-eyed, no blinking, with his head slightly tilted as if I were doing something just so weird and inappropriate that he didn't know what to do, even though, most of the time, I was just sitting there minding my business. Like I said, not scary but it was sometimes disconcerting (and funny. Also, it's probably the exact same look I have while watching Toddlers & Tiaras).

PistolPackinMama

I bet Rachel was just really pissed off you wouldn't let her use your cellphone without the parental monitoring features turned on.

That shit has got to get old in the afterlife.

SuperGogo

@PistolPackinMama But...I thought ghost was in the cellphone....ghost?

PistolPackinMama

@SuperGogo ... with limited browsing/texting privileges! Grown ups are such a bummer.

Reginal T. Squirge

This is how you should handle that situation in the future:

Emily tells you, “We have a ghost. She’s a little girl. I call her Rachel.”

You think to yourself, "Oh, I'm house-sitting for a crazy person. Cool!"

Then you enjoy your time in the castle.

Reginal T. Squirge

I mean, you guys know ghosts don't exist right (except for Melis)? To paraphrase Moshe Kasher, "You don't have to worry about ghosts because ghosts are not real."

redheaded&crazy

@Reginal T. Squirge i dont believe in ghosts i dont believe in ghosts i dont believe in ghosts

lavender gooms

@redheaded&crazie he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts

annev6

@Reginal T. Squirge Right? I always just tell myself that if ghosts WERE real, then all my grandparents would be ghosts, and they would NEVER let some stranger ghost that doesn't even know me fuck with me. Especially a little kid. And my grandpa was a war vet who was over 6' tall. So.

redheaded&crazy

@annev6 this is good.

SarahP

@Reginal T. Squirge I am actually very worried about a particular ghost right now (melis's), because if he hasn't shown up, maybe something's wrong with him?!

stonefruit

@annev6 I like this rationale! My maternal grandfather was a high school English teacher, so he brooked exactly Zero Shit At All. (My paternal grandfather was a WWII vet and brooked roughly The Same Amount Of Shit. Good times!)

also, @Reginal T. Squirge I am having a weird thing here. I know Moshe's brother and while I realize that Moshe is A Big Deal and Getting Even Famouser By The Minute, it's still jarring to see him quoted like, nbd, I know a FAMOUS PERSON'S BROTHER.

carry on.

Reginal T. Squirge

@lavender gooms

Nice.

@Everybody else

I ain't 'fraid of no ghost!

annev6

@stonefruit @redheaded&crazie right? It's like "Yeah. I know some dead people. BRING IT."

stonefruit

@annev6 team stern grandfathers!

RK Fire

@annev6: This is the best mental ghost defense EVER. My cultural heritage involves some ancestor veneration too, and even though I don't really practice it I'd like to believe my ancestors' ghosts (should they exist) have been strengthened by generations of praying and incense burning. WAT WAT

Faintly Macabre

@annev6 That's exactly what I do!! I get crazy irrational spooks fears at night. But even though I don't really believe in an afterlife, I think, "Okay, if there are a million ghosts watching me sleep, then my grandfathers are watching me, too, and the ghosts do not want to cross a WWII Navy veteran and a snobby 6'2" lawyer's combined forces."

The Lady of Shalott

Oh my God oh my God oh my God the footprints. The footprints. As an Adult I am not afraid of things, but when I was a kid I needlessly terrified myself by reading ghost stories ALL THE LIVELONG DAY. The scariest ones are ALWAYS the ones that involve children. And pets. And animals of any kind, really. Like, there was this one about a family who moved into this old house, and their German shepherd was terrified and refused to go up to the converted-attic third floor. Like, this big butch protective dog was absolutely PETRIFIED of the third floor. And one day the family was upstairs cleaning and there was a chill in the air, and their dog who had been whining and crying at the bottom of the stairs came RUNNING FULL-TILT up the stairs, barking like mad, and panicked and barked and barked and barked and then eventually ran and leapt out of the third-story window in a panic. And died.

That story scared the living daylights out of me.

meetapossum

@The Lady of Shalott I'm pretty sure I saw that on Paranormal State! Like, the dogs never went upstairs and a lot of them died mysteriously?

ETA - I see you said that you READ it, and I am a dummy, but that was definitely a storyline on Paranormal State.

The Lady of Shalott

@meetapossum Well, the book I read it in was something like "Spookiest Pet Stories" or something so I'm 99% sure it wasn't an original story!

Hellcat

@The Lady of Shalott Oh, man... why'd ya do it? The creepy is one thing but, oh, the sad...

Way back in my college years, I lived in a Philly apartment with three other people (one of them my previously mentioned friend who thinks Keith Morrison looks like a banana). My bedroom was about 10 steps straight ahead from the top of the stairs; you could see the top of doorway from the bottom. One weekend, the three others went home to Jersey and I was left with my brand-new cat... who kept sitting at the bottom of the stairs staring unblinkingly up toward my bedroom. I have no idea what that was (and later learned that Tim was a weirdo with a staring problem anyway), but I stayed in the living room that night!

meetapossum

@The Lady of Shalott "The PRS is called to Maine to help a woman who believes an evil presence is responsible for unusual animal deaths on her property and she fears her beloved dog may be the next target."

I'd like to take this time to admit that I'm in love with ghost hunting shows, no matter how fake or cheesy they are.

wharrgarbl

@meetapossum I find ghost-provoker shows incomparably bad, and yet watch them anyway. There's a ridiculous amount of drama going on.

Gilgongo

@wharrgarbl I know someone who was a consultant on "Ghost Hunters." She said the first season was totally real, but all the seasons after that were fake. I also met an editor (separately from my friend) for that show who said it was all real (maybe he only worked on it the first season?)
I've only seen it once and it was pretty boring. A lot of "What was that?!" & stuff.

Does Axl have a jack?

@Gilgongo Ah, Ghost Hunters. The Jersey Shore, with ghosts.

Inkling

@wharrgarbl
Haunted on Netflix is a live-action ghost-hunting episode that involves animals. Typically waaay more scary than A Haunting and Ghost Hunters.

wharrgarbl

@Gilgongo I don't know why you'd need to fake it, really. Unless the allegation was that the whole case was faked? I mean, if you can't edit 120 hours of footage into 22 minutes of "What was that?!" *commercial break* "Oh, it was nothing.", I don't know what to tell you about your career in tv.

meetapossum

@Inkcrafter Netflix is always suggesting I watch Haunted! It's worth it, then?

Hellcat

@armyofskanks You might be thinking of Ghost Adventures with the one and only Zak Bagans. The Ghosthunters (is it two words?) guys are plumber-dads.

ohpioneer

I was hoping that cell phone ghost would be making a reappearance... ghost!?

fondue with cheddar

@ohpioneer GHOOOOOOST!

ghost

hey its me

hoo

hoo boy

sorry im late i had to whoosh all the way from this pine i was gauntinghaunting on a deserted northern island

whatd i miss

evil melis

Hey wait up, Ghost

It's no fair, you've been ghosting longer than me

that last wave on the northern ocean almost got me and it was cold

geez buddy

Evidence-based decision-making

@ghost II (formerly Person) Not fair that still makes me cry. :)

Emby

There is no Rachel, only Zuul.

Rocio Anica@facebook

I hope this comments session turns into 'ghost story share time'. Please, oh, please.

annev6

@Rocio Anica@facebook My boyfriend and I have a ghost. We deal with it kind of ironically since neither of us really believe in them. But we always feel like someone is watching us when we're alone in our place. One night, I woke up to a man screaming at me in Italian and storming angrily up to the bed. I couldn't move until he got right up to the bed and then just evaporated into a skeleton, but when I finally was able to sit up I could still see the outline of his skull in the ceiling. Sweet dreams, everyone!

(What I was experiencing was probably just a waking nightmare, those are a real thing, but that only makes me feel half-better about it.)

meetapossum

@Rocio Anica@facebook This is what I'm hoping for, too! I love ghost stories.

anachronistique

@Rocio Anica@facebook My parents' house has a ghost - the woman who built the house with her husband. It is hard to be scared of a ghost named Myrtle, though. She gets blamed for lost socks and the like. This is far less interesting than ITALIAN SKELETON, though.

paperbuttons

@Rocio Anica@facebook "I couldn't move until he got right up to the bed and then just evaporated into a skeleton" !!!!

paperbuttons

@Rocio Anica@facebook I had a similar waking nightmare/sleep paralysis thing once at an inn in Santa Fe (which is supposed to be a really haunted city, I think because of all the massacres in the 1800s?) I woke from a nap to find a terrifying old woman's face one inch from mine repeating "you're already dead you're already dead you're already dead."

God I think I had blocked that out but now I bet she's right behind me omg

Reginal T. Squirge

I have a ghost. It's called "Abandonment Issues".

MissFae

@paperbuttons eep! *runs and hides*

Anji

@Rocio Anica@facebook I have a few. They mostly just enjoy turning my lamp on and off while I'm trying to sleep, and walking around upstairs while I'm trying to catch up on Game of Thrones in the finished basement when nobody else is home. I yell at them to quit it, they ignore me. It's pretty harmonious.

Hellcat

@Anji I don't think I have a ghost where I live now (garden-apartment complex), and any ghostlike noises could easily be explained as close-proximity neighbors (or, as I call them, jerks). But when I first moved in, I'd be on my couch in the night watching TV, and always see this light hovering about six feet in the air, moving out of one small room and then down the hall toward my bedroom. Of course, my brain immediately equated that to the height of a man... which then became a bad man... and finally a bad man who died here and wants vengeance. I did some advanced debunking (like I learned from Ghosthunters and figured it out! Headlights from the parking lot coming in the window of the small room, hitting a framed picture on the opposite wall in the hallway, and bouncing onto another picture on the hallway wall opposite that of the first picture, essentially creating a zigzag movement that ended at my bedroom! Solved!

Heat Signature

@Rocio Anica@facebook When I was about eight or nine, my family stayed at an old country house in very rural Maine. Although no one had previously said anything to me about it being haunted, I was absolutely convinced that it was because I heard LOTS of rattling, moaning, and floorboards creaking. I only fell asleep when the sun came up.

annev6

@paperbuttons AUGHH! Yeah, sleep paralysis nightmares are THE WORST. The Italian guy has only made one appearance. And it was horrible because he was ranting at me for AWHILE and I remember thinking "Just move your feet to kick your boyfriend to wake him up!" But no matter how hard I tried I COULDN'T move my feet, or scream. Ugh. I couldn't fall back asleep for the rest of the night. Usually when it happens though I just think I see rats running across the floor or sitting on my nightstand, which is equally terrifying but on a different level. The old lady thing is HORRIFYING though. I would never be able to close my eyes again. AUGH!

Disco Sheets

@paperbuttons OH MY GOD ALL THE SCREAMS.

Gilgongo

@annev6 I have that too. I see spiders running across the ceiling, though. Huge spiders. It's awful. I'm not paralyzed when this happens, though, and I scream and scream and terrify the SHIT out of my husband. I feel wide awake, but this always happens in the middle of the night. One time, though, I saw these two giant dinosaur-like mutant creatures flying outside my window. I felt fully awake (but I had just "woken" up) and calm. I stared at them, hard, until they (kind of slowly) vanished. It was super cool.

Also, in other ghost-related news, my ex-husband grew up in a haunted house. He had ALL kinds of super awesome stories (hearing ticking clocks right by his ear when no one was around, wet footprints, his mom saw a lady in a dress run by the bathroom, and one time he felt a HUGE bang under his bed. When he got out and turned it over, there was a dent in the frame!!) We were together for 8 1/2 years and I heard the stories many times from him, his parents, and his siblings. What sucks is now, when I ask him about it... he tries denying that it ever happened and said it was probably his imagination. !!

PistolPackinMama

@Anji It sounds like your ghost is really a cat with opposeable thumbs!

Anji

@PistolPackinMama That would actually make more sense, considering that they also knock books out of my bookshelf! Although a cat with opposeable thumbs would not explain all the weird scents that come through, when we haven't been baking or burning candles or spraying Febreeze.

Megasus

@Rocio Anica@facebook This is not a ghost story really but one time I had a waking nightmare where I was convinced my guinea pig got out of his cage and was chilling under the bed, and I got up, got the ex boyfriend and was like convinced the piggy was under there, and then when I finally convinced him to come look there was in fact a guinea pig sized pair of socks in the exact spot I was imagining he was in. I was also about 90% asleep this entire time.
Also I do not live anywhere haunted but I do quite frequently wake up in the middle of the night and think there is a dude in my closet.

annev6

@Gilgongo That is cool. One time I watched a rat clean itself on my nightstand for what felt like 10 minutes until it just faded away... that spider thing sounds terrible!
Also, WET FOOTPRINTS!? AUGHHHHHH

PistolPackinMama

@Anji Maybe a cat with opposable thumbs and a spray bottle and collection of essential oils?

I have logic, me.

@Megano! Dude in your closet... well, let him know National Coming Out Day is Oct.11. No need to be closeted while being a ghost!

Barry Grant

@Hellcat " I did some advanced debunking"

That's some next-level stuff right there.

annev6

@paperbuttons @Gilgongo
All the sculptures shown in this Wiki article on the phenomenon we are all describing should help us all remain totally calm about it:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

Hellcat

@Barry Grant Thank you. My friends preferred to so eloquently refer to it as "stop being a paranoid dumbass."

Megasus

@annev6 Oh I have woken up thinking there were massive spiders crawling all over the place too! Like so realistic that I actually wake up, turn on the lights, and look everywhere for this gigantic imaginary spider. I am like 80% sure it is my medication/overactive imagination that makes me see these things.

paperbuttons

@Megano! Sort of related maybe, a few weeks ago my mom dreamed that a humming bird was flitting around her head while she slept. It turned out it was a BAT and in the morning she had BAT BITES on her. She had to get all the rabies shots.

RK Fire

@annev6: For some reason, when I have sleep paralysis I tend to think of alien abductions, not ghosts.

Shannon McConnell@twitter

@Rocio Anica@facebook @Rocio Anica@facebook I worked at a summer camp with ghosts. It was the sight of a massacre of pioneers by rogue Sioux Indians and there were dozens of ghost stories by the end of the summer. There was an older women who go around a cabin tucking campers in at night. There was a young girl with no jaw. People would talk about hearing a baby cry in the woods or would see a young guy in pioneer clothes walking through the woods.

TheRisottoRacket

@annev6 AHHHH!

My rooommate and I are convinced that we have a ghost, but have yet to discuss out loud in a non joking manner. I try and tell myself I am a logical person who does not believe in such things, but then my roommate's ipod keeps turning on randomly and turning off when he goes up to look at it.

fabel

@paperbuttons holy fuck!!!

Slapfight

@annev6 I'm sorry. That was me. I was very cranky and disoriented due to my diet. Good to know I at least looked thin!

Hellcat

@fabel When my friend and I used to work at a Barnes & Noble (mid-'90s), she thought she had a ghost in her apartment. She was kind of nervous about this and tried to read up on it but that made her more freaked out. One day, she answered the phone at B&N and just stared at it aghast for a few seconds. Well, it was not a ghost on the phone but it was a total stranger, presumably calling to ask about a book, who said, "Oh, don't you doubt it, honey*; they're real." All my friend had said before this was, "Barnes & Noble, how may I help you?"

* I almost didn't correct the typo I made here; "honey" was, just seconds ago, "homey."

Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter

@Rocio Anica@facebook

Back when I lived in Brighton UK, I was walking home from a friend's house really late at night, and this was stupid because I was walking through a slightly rough part of town. I knew it was stupid but it seemed fine because there was no one around, so I was all "This is great! I'll be home in ten minutes and not have spent the cab fare!" and that feeling of slight smugness lasted until...

I heard someone say my name.

And there was still no one on the street. I have NEVER moved so fast whilst trying to look nonchalent in my life.

paperbuttons

@Hellcat Was the stranger a man or a woman? I pictured this husky voiced dame referring to her boobs. "Oh, they're real, honey."

Inkling

@fabel
Not really a ghost story (HAHA TOTALLY A GHOST STORY). One night I was laying on my left side and suddenly felt my left hip burning and aching. I thought I'd burnt myself on my heating pad, but in the morning, there were six scratches on my side. Now at times, when my cat doesn't sleep with me, I wake up with thin, irregular, scabbed-over scratches on my body. Last one was a mini in the same pattern on my fingertip.
CREEPIER YET, I looked it up on a medical website and apparently, there are a ton of people who get these all the time! Ghostssss.

PistolPackinMama

@Shannon McConnell@twitter Probably more "independently motivated war party" and less "rogue."

Until pretty late in the reservation period, individual warriors would follow whichever leader they thought was most competent. There was no generally approved leader. If you didn't like a treaty one chief signed, you posse-ed up with a chief that hadn't.

/ethnographic note

Which is really to say, NOTE TO PIONEERS, GHOSTLY OR OTHERWISE-- the US Federal government lied to you if they told you it was safe to travel into ceded or unceded territory. They either didn't get Sioux politics, or didn't care to tell you. Ooops.

PistolPackinMama

@Inkcrafter AAAAAAHHHH NONONOONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Why? Why did you have to write that where I would read it?

*sob*

Hellcat

@paperbuttons That's where my brain went to (this was probably around the time of "They're real and they're spectacular!" from Seinfeld). But it was, my friend told me, a cheerful, amiable lady looking for books on...

cleansing rituals!

Inkling

@PistolPackinMama
Because I want someone else to say it happens to them tooooo!
Also I was reminded by the rat cleaning itself story, super horrifying augh augh.

PistolPackinMama

@ALL further ethnographic notes:

Saw a paper once where the scholar was talking about stories of Native ghosts. Apparently there is a narrative in the Smithsonian where guards say they can hear warrior footsteps moving around in the stacks in what is called The Hall of Bones.*

My BFF said to me later... "yeah. You can totally tell the warrior ghosts in the Hall of Bones story is made up by white people who don't know better." "What makes you say that?" I asked. "Because" said BFF "if they were really warriors in there, you wouldn't hear them... because they would be wearing moccasins. Duh."

Can't argue with that, really.

*What it sounds like. Unidentified remains associated with Natives but with not enough info to be specific. Because grave robbing.

Blondsak

@Rocio Anica@facebook

I have a ghost story for you.

I shared a bedroom with my sister until I was six, when she moved out to a downstairs room. The first night I was in there alone, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a young woman in a white night dress with long brown hair standing at the foot of my bed.

Of course, nobody believed me, but I knew it was true and, being six and ridiculously unaware of how scary ghosts are supposed to be, named her Matilda and talked to her whenever I was alone. My parents thought I had an imaginary friend. I rarely saw her but plenty of other things happened all the time: stuff I kept in my bedroom - clothes, toys, etc. - would randomly be moved, my door and my closet would open on their own, the curtains would sway when the window was closed, and the like.

When I was nine, my parents started leaving me alone at the house without a babysitter. One night while alone, I heard a noise coming from my bedroom and went to investigate. Every drawer of every piece of furniture in my room were all wide open (about 12-15 drawers total). I closed all of them and went back to the living room. Not five minutes later, I heard the noise again and sure enough, every drawer was open.

Over the years I got so used to occurrences like this that I barely even blinked.

The twist: When I was 15, I was assigned a school project where each student had to write a report on the history of their house/property. For my project, I visited the county historical society and found aerial photographs of the property from the 40s (the suburb I live in was built in the 70s). The original farmhouse on my block, which still stands, was in the photo, as was a family cemetery... and it turns out that yes, just like "Poltergeist", my house was built directly on a burial ground. Despite extensive investigation on my part, there was no information on where the bodies of the family had been moved to, and thus no proof they had been moved at all.

My father is selling the house this year; I'm honestly really depressed about it.

fondue with cheddar

@Heat Signature One time I was hanging with friends in their old house, and we were all smoking pot in the one dude's room. It was old, with hardwood floors and not much furniture. Everyone decided to play this "fun game" where somebody hid somewhere in the house and did that thing where you run a wet finger around the rim of a crystal wine glass, and everyone else had to try and find them in the dark. It was hard because the echoing made it impossible to locate the source of the sound. It freaked me out though, so the dog and I stayed in the dude's room with the door closed and the light on. Dog liked to come into that room because that's where people hung out, but he always paced nervously and never stayed very long, let alone lie down and chill out. So I'm in there with this dog, and he's really pacing and whining. He wants to get out. I started getting even more freaked out, and could have sworn I heard rattling and moaning coming from the radiator. It wasn't radiator noise though; it really sounded like a voice. I silently screamed until everyone finished their game, which felt like an eternity. I later discovered that THE PREVIOUS TENANT HAD DIED IN THAT VERY ROOM. THE DOG KNEW.

fondue with cheddar

@Gussie Fink-Nottle WOAH that's a great story! It just goes to know how much better kids are than adults (in some ways).

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@Megano! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sS6t56U9tBg&ob=av2n

TheRisottoRacket

@Inkcrafter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After reading this thread I am NEVER sleeping again.

TheBelleWitch

@jen325 Ok, not a ghost story but that horrible tale just reminded me of this. Husband's coworker recently moved into a new place where an unspecified crime had been committed in the master bedroom. No one died, but it was violent. There were no visible signs of this crime, but coworker's cat would go into that room and meow. All day, every day.

Finally the coworker was telling someone more knowledgable than he about these things about the cat's weirdness, and they were like, "Oh. Oh, honey... professional cleaning crew." Once the place was scrubbed and bleached, the cat never paid attention to that room again.

In other words, the dog probably did know... but not for supernatural reasons. AAAAAAHHHHHHH.

Megasus

@TheBelleWitch Every meow was saying, "Bleachie! Bleachie!!!"

Hellcat

@Gussie Fink-Nottle OOOOH! I love this! "You son of a bitch! You left the bodies and you only moved the headstones!"

Also (semi-related), my parents always left me alone at 7, 8, 9--all my friends think this is nuts. I feel strangely glad that someone else experienced this too!

Hellcat

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DandelionTacy

@Gilgongo Gaahhh, I see giant spiders on the ceiling too! It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I'm terrified.

sevanetta

@Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter and everyone, just sticking myself on this thread to share my experiences.

I'm wondering where that other spiritual-leaning person was the last time we had a thread on... astrology? was it? tarot? anyway.

I have always had sensitivity to spirits around me, but in different ways over the years. People calling my name who aren't there, smells that come and go, silly things that happen in the house like things being moved, feeling people's presence when asleep or dreaming. I'm open and accepting to loved ones who've passed away being around me and I like to chat to them. I get this ability from my mum's side of the family, but then, one of my cousins on my dad's side is also sensitive (and has a ghost at her work! she runs a truck stop and there's an old fella there who hangs out).

Somebody wanted a jeans-wearing ghost. I haven't pictured jeans on anyone, but I have a friend I grew up with who passed away a few years ago, and I feel him very strongly around me, and another cousin passed away last year, and I have felt her around me too. I met up with her sister after she passed away last year and felt her so strongly with us that I couldn't help staring at the spot I felt her occupying.

My friend, we had similar taste in music and I have songs that remind me of him, and he likes to play them for me. and I know when I am driving on my own he goes with me because he knows I don't like driving alone.

:)

temporal_paradox

@annev6 I didn't believe in ghosts at all until a few years ago, when I encountered two different ones. One was playful, a joker, the other... was not nice, not malevolent, just not good at all.

The organization that I work for bought a 100+ year-old abandoned elementary school. About two weeks before Halloween the alarm started going off every few hours... but only after dark. It was always indicating movement in the main first floor hallway, but no doors or windows were breached.

We had the alarm people come out, but they couldn't find anything wrong. Shortly thereafter the police then told us that they couldn't respond to the alarms as often as they were going off, and that they were going to charge us $100 every time they had to respond to a call, which at the rate it was happening would have been around $500 a night. Our little nonprofit would not have survived that.

The decision was made that, because I lived closest to the building, I would respond to and reset the alarm and quickly walk the grounds and through the building to make sure that it wasn't a "real" emergency when the alarm went off. My boss was positive that it was just lost pigeons, and there were pigeons in the attic, but we never found any on the other floors, so his explanation was reasonable.

After one Friday night when the alarm went off six every two hours from 6pm-6am, I was POSITIVE that it was just neighborhood kids who were breaking into the building for Halloween fun. I was so sure because I when I would do the walk-through I felt a really strong feeling of camaraderie and playfulness. I did not see or hear anything specific, but I felt like I was playing a game of hide and seek. That very next evening I sat myself down, cross-legged on top of an abandoned, dusty desk in the former principal's office, which didn't have any motion detectors, but was next to the hallway that the alarm was indicating was the problem. I sat on the desk the floors were disgusting. For about an hour I read a book, waiting to hear footsteps and giggles from the neighborhood hooligans, when the alarm went off, just at sunset. I had heard nothing before the alarm went off. Pure, total silence. No fluttering of pigeon wings, no conspiratorial whispers. I froze in confusion. I had armed myself with a broom in case of birds; I had a lecture prepared in my mind in case of vandalizing teenagers, but I hadn't prepared myself for the alarm going off for no earthly reason. It felt like forever, but it was probably only a few seconds, and then something happened to me. It was like someone poured pure terror into my body. It slowly filled me, icy cold, like dirty sharp-y, ice-shard slush puddle. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I couldn't move.

I was terrified. More terrified than I ever had been before, and more terrified than I have ever been since. When I finally could move I got the hell out of there. I didn't even turn off the alarm.

I drove straight into the strong arms of my nearest guy-friend and made him to back with me to turn the alarm off. He insisted that I give him a tour of the building and he had a great time- got to be all brave and manly and stuff. My teeth were still chattering.

The alarms continued to go off every night, several times through the night, until three days before Halloween. I responded, every time, always with a buddy, but I never again felt that overwhelming sense of cold and terror.

The night the alarms stopped completely was a night I had a blind date, which didn't go well, and so having to respond to the alarm was a relief.

As I did my walk-through my brother called. As we were talking he could hear the click-click of my heels echoing through the long, empty hallway. He asked me where I was and what I was doing, because I sounded like his memories of teachers walking through the halls of the elementary school we had attended (which was also a 100 year old building. I, in frustration, blurted out that I was in an abandoned, haunted school and the ghosts thought it was funny to set the alarm off every few hours. I told him how for liability purposes we had to check every alarm to make sure it wasn't children playing with matches, or sliding down the banister and breaking their necks. And then I said these exact words: "If this doesn't stop soon, I am going to burn down this building myself."

The alarm has not gone off since. Never. Not once. I like to think that the playful ghost and I have an understanding. But the terror-inspiring ice ghost? I don't ever want to run into again.

PistolPackinMama

@temporal_paradox OMIGODNONONONONONOONONONONONOOOOOOOOO.

I am usually not scared of ghosts that I do and don't believe in. But Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ your story has scared. me. Thanks. Thanks a whole bunch. Aaahhhhh!

temporal_paradox

@PistolPackinMama I have lots more stories about ghosts in that old school building. It's just those two weeks were the most memorable for me.

One of my coworkers is convinced that the playful ghost is a little boy named Sebastian. After we remodeled the building she found a couple places where he had scratched his name in teeny tiny letters on the freshly painted woodwork.

sudden but inevitable betrayal

BRB, have to rock myself in the corner forever.

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@temporal_paradox WOW. That is a great (but scary!) story! PLEASE TELL US MORE!

Hellcat

@sevanetta I am sure this sounds crazy of me, but sometimes I suspect my late cat Tim "plays" songs for me (through my iPod--not like on a... ghost harmonica or something). Stuff I used to like to sing to him, changing the lyrics to fit his name in, will come on at times when I particularly miss him...

Bobloblaw

@ Oh gosh...I almost don't want to tell this one but now I have to. My family and my best friends family stayed at a cabin in Maine when I was about 8. They KNEW that the place was haunted when they rented it and why they still chose that one is beyond me but whatev... ANYWAY, apparently it was built in the 1800's and a woman died giving birth there in the middle of winter. Because the ground was frozen when they died, they were buried in the dirt basement.
My parents were too freaked out to sleep in there so they (along with my two older sisters) all slept in the car. However, little oblivious me slept in the room with my friend. We were locked in the room from the outside by ghost (who apparently would always try to protect children). Also, my friends little brother woke up the next morning and told his Mom "Thanks for singing me to sleep last night, i was having bad dreams." Yeah...guess who didn't get sung to sleep?

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@Bobloblaw !!! That is so creepy! I LOVE THESE STORIES!

I also love your username. "Well, we're not here to talk nonsense to Bob Loblaw."

temporal_paradox

@jen325 Oh, there are so many stories. During the rehabilitation, we had three different electricians quit in the middle of the job. One wouldn't give any explanation other than "There is something really bad in that building."

Two days before the grand opening, the general contractor came up to me and said that someone had told him I knew the most about the building. He asked if I knew of any reason that the building might be haunted. I told him that I had researched and read through everything in the local archives, and hadn't found any tragic stories and I didn't know any local legends or word-of-mouth stories attached to the building because I never lived in the area when it was in use. He then told me three stories that had led him to believe that the building was haunted.

1) He was alone in the building one evening and was on his way out when he heard what sounded like "2x4s falling all over the place" on the second floor. He ran upstairs and everything was fine, all the wood was stacked neatly, nothing out of place. So he started to look around in the various classrooms to find who ever was making the noise, and he felt like out of the corner of his eye he was seeing movement- just out of his line of sight. He followed the movement all the way up to the attic and then he got a bad feeling and left immediately.

2) One of his guys was in the basement cutting lumber for the framing, and he put his saw down to find the measuring tape to make sure he was cutting it to the correct length. When he came back, the saw wasn't anywhere. The guy went and got the construction manager and they both looked everywhere and couldn't find it until they found this little cupboard in the wall they hadn't ever noticed before. In the cupboard they found the saw, with it's cord neatly wrapped around it.

3) The general contractor was on the second floor, by himself, his workers were all outside or on the first floor, and he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a faint outline of a woman in a dress with her hair pulled back from her face. He couldn't tell what era she was from because she wasn't solid and there weren't any discernible colors about her presence. She turned around and disappeared.

Back to my experiences. I was in the building taking photographs of the finished job for verification to our funders that the job was done. The general contractor was in the building with me, but he was on the first or second floor. I was on the third floor, which had formerly been the attic. I sat in the north part of the hallway, next to one of the fire doors, which are always held open by magnets unless someone physically pulls the door off the magnet or there is a cut in power or a fire alarm goes off. The fire door I was next to suddenly, quickly, swung shut. I was focused on finding a good angle and dealing with the lighting, and so I kind of laughed and yelled to the construction manager "Ha ha, are you trying to scare me?" And I faintly heard him yell "what?" from way below- basically no-where near me. Then I realized that I hadn't heard anyone come up the stairs, which were very old and very creaky. I also then noticed that the fire door at the other end of the hall was still open. I didn't feel scared or anything, I just felt like the playful ghost was reminding me that he was still here and still wanted to play.

Does Axl have a jack?

@temporal_paradox AAAAAAAAAAAH.

My only actual physical ghost-related experience was when I was helping set up for my cousin's rehearsal dinner in an old hotel. I lost my balance and tipped sideways slightly, and felt a very solid hand on my waist catch me. I assumed it was another setter-upper and turned around, but there was no one else within 20 feet of me.

sudden but inevitable betrayal

@armyofskanks Ah! You remind me! My mom took a nasty fall down the steep, narrow, concrete basement steps once...I was sure she was going to die, but she was OK, shaken up but not hurt. She had a huge bruise on her back in the shape of a hand, and she would have had to snap her arm off to have done it herself.

Disco Sheets

@temporal_paradox Can you please write a horror movie or book? These stories are SO GOOD/SCARY.

damselfish

@Hellcat I don't believe in ghosts and yet when I'm alone at night I'm terrified of EVERYTHING including ghosts. I grew up in big houses in suburbia that made all sorts of noises.

Problem solved: live in an apartment. Now all the creepy noises are the neighbors, even when they aren't. I know people that get pets for this purpose, but the neighbors don't scratch my furniture or vom on my carpet.

temporal_paradox

@Disco Sheets Thanks! Someday I might, but I'll have to wait until after my boss retires so he doesn't sue me for libel. He hates it when the rest of us sit around and discuss the strange reports we get from the tenants and the things that have happened to us. He always tells us we are being silly and there's no such things as ghosts, but then about a year ago he admitted to me that once when he was alone in the building he had an unshakable feeling that someone was following him from room to room.

If I were to write a story, the woman that appeared to the general contractor would be a teacher that I read about when going through the archived school board meeting minutes. In the late 1940s, the town was small, surrounded by struggling farmers, and pretty much isolated from the rest of the world. There were still children that regularly came to school by horse. One of the six teachers at the school was an "attractive spinster with 39 years." There was much discussion at the school board meetings on whether or not this woman should be fired at the age of 40 if she did not marry before then. She didn't marry. She was fired. Fired because she was attractive, single and 40! They justified the firing on "moral grounds."

I don't know what happened to the poor woman after she was denied her only means of support. She probably didn't die, and definitely didn't die in the school, but doesn't that story just ooze with possibilities?

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@damselfish I don't exactly believe in ghosts, but I don't exactly not believe in them either. I liked living in an apartment (and with cats) for the same reason.

I live in an early 20th c. house now, and I have cats. Last night I heard a noise that sounded like a whole bunch of things falling, and I assumed the cats knocked something over. But when I came downstairs in the morning I found nothing out of place. This is the second or third time this has happened. Maybe I just missed something...or maybe I didn't.

sevanetta

@Hellcat oh, I think that would totally happen :) I think that's really nice. My friend played a song for me through the radio on his birthday this year... another time I was heading out to his parents' farm on a weekend, and as I turned the car on, the radio came on and that same song (it's one that particularly makes me think of him) was on, on the radio, at the beginning as if it was cued up on a cd or whatever. I cried in the car on the way and was like, dude, if you want to let me know you're around, you have to do it when I'm not trying to drive!

Hot Doom

@Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter omgomgomg I live in Brighton, WHERE WERE YOU SO I NEVER GO TO THERE??? aaahhh

Hellcat

@sevanetta It's so funny too, because I would sing him the most random songs, stuff that's in my iPod but not along with the entire album or anything. So it was always weird that, say, Stolen by Dashboard Confessional (I know, I know--don't judge. I still have no idea why I would sing that to a cat) would play on my way to work on a morning after I'd had a dream about Tim that made me miss him more than usual, even though there's all of one DC song in that iPod and it's only there because of Tim. I know that the iPod's shuffle operates on the scientific definition of "random," so this theory can be debunked, but it was nice... like he was saying hi to me.

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@sudden but inevitable betrayal @armyofskanks See, it's things like this that throw off the skeptic in me. How else do you explain that?

Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter

@LolaLaBalc

Haha! St. James Street - Which is, obviously, fine in the middle of the day, but this was at about 2 in the morning. What I was thinking walking by myself through the Steine at that time of night I do not know.

Hot Doom

@Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter Girl, cab fare here is expensive. I would probably attempt to brave ghosts and winos to save fare too, though, bu only if it's the ghost of the friendly drag queen who hangs out on St James.

Jen Alien-Spouse@twitter

@LolaLaBalc

I think it mostly freaked me out because when is St James Street ever empty, you know? I had never been the only person there at any other time! It still is more reassuring to think it was a friendly ghost drag queen, just being like "Sweetheart! You know better than this, get yourself home!"

Also - I miss Brighton SO MUCH it's not even funny. sigh.

City_Dater

Even supernatural dead children stand, fascinated and appalled, in front of the television during The View.

RK Fire

@City_Dater- Ghost child on Elisabeth Hasselbeck: "I can't pass over and I have to listen to her Time for some poltergeist activity!"

Slutface

Trying to wrap my brain around the espresso machine, flatscreen tv, and macbooks decorating the three-story Victorian mansion.

EternalFootwoman

I'm glad I'm not the only person who has irrational fears caused by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"

meetapossum

@EternalFootwoman I'm pretty sure all fear of clowns stems either from It, Zeebo the Clown, or both.

Reginal T. Squirge

Shout to Zeke The Plumber.

frigwiggin

@EternalFootwoman This is embarrassing to admit, but for a while when I was a kid I had irrational fears caused by Dr. Seuss's "The Pale Green Pants."

hahahaha, ja.

@EternalFootwoman: School swimming pools built over Indian burial grounds.

Sydney C

@frigwiggin No shit, that was the scariest story ever written. It still creeps me out!

slutberry

@frigwiggin OH.

Holy crap.

Me too.

I had totally forgotten until you brought it up.

PALE GREEN PANTS WITH NOBODY INSIDE THEM.

EternalFootwoman

@ietapi Yeah, that one was creepy. There also seemed to be a lot of episodes involving some sort of government/corporate bureaucratic monolith with an omniscience stemming from technological spy equipment.

automaticdoor

@EternalFootwoman "The Tale of the Thirteenth Floor." Aliens with no faces making toys. ALL THE SCREAMS.

quatsch

@EternalFootwoman Yeah, I'm fairly certain that I will always be terrified by shadow people that are only visible through special novelty glasses AAAACK

frigwiggin

@quatsch Check out the crabs in the bucket!

DandelionTacy

@frigwiggin Oh yes, me too. I had that story in an anthology of Dr. Seuss stories, and always skipped over it. The picture where the pants are looming above the path still creeps me out!

billie_crusoe

@EternalFootwoman I'm crazy afraid of finding a dead body under water when I go swimming, and I think there was an AYAotD episode involving a swimming pool? (I'm still afraid, even though when I ran the waterfront at summer camp I had to dive to the bottom of this murky, cold Vermont lake and pull up dead trees and trash. TERRIFYING. It would not have been a stretch to find a moose carcass.)

billie_crusoe

@ietapi Aaaand, this is the one I was thinking of. I should have read the comments better.

HeyThatsMyBike

@EternalFootwoman I recognized the "I'm Cold" quote from an AYAOTD? episode IMMEDIATELY!

HeyThatsMyBike

@EternalFootwoman Also I am still regularly disturbed by the kid who got trapped in the pinball game for all time.

EternalFootwoman

@HeyThatsMyBike Yeah, that was the episode with Melissa Joan Hart in it, right? One of the worst ones was the one with the chameleons.

When I was in college, my girlfriend somehow found and downloaded like four seasons of that show. It was awesome.

anitabath

@EternalFootwoman the chameleon one is the BEST one! "The chameleon wants to BE me." Featuring Tia and Tamera Mowry! The scariest one for me was definitely the one with Amanda from Ready or Not where her bitchy cousin gets stuck in the mirror on the closet door with the ghost... lured in by dolls... "HELP ME" written backwards everywhere in red crayon... I still can't handle mirrors on closet doors. "The Tale of the Lonely Ghost"!

EternalFootwoman

@anitabath I have had a fascination with looking at rooms through mirrors since that episode. They really do look completely different, even though it's the same room and the same stuff. At least that ep had a happy ending!

HeyThatsMyBike

@anitabath ACK! I forgot about the mirror dolls!

meetapossum

@anitabath One of the 'Pinners has the doll from that episode as her avatar!

reebs14

Ahhh!! AHHHH!!! Minus the footprints, this my life every time I house-sit for my boss (who lives in the former home of one of Al Capone's goons). I think I talked about it before on an Open Thread. Anyway, 3 massive floors (including the unused top floor, which features a moving bookcase with a secret room behind it and closets with false backs) and my vivid imagination lead to the TV being on at all times to drown out the gangster ghost noises. Oh, did I mention the now-filled-in tunnel in the basement that leads to the river which OBVIOUSLY contains bodies?

SarahP

@reebs14 Oh MAN I want that house!

reebs14

@SarahP Well, if you've got gobs of cash to throw around, it's for sale.
for sale

reebs14

@reebs14 Man, I'm really skilled at html.

sceps yarx

@reebs14 Sweet blue and white deco bathroom tile! It almost makes up for all the murdering.

billie_crusoe

@reebs14 I... I don't think I want a home with secret rooms anymore.

so what?

@reebs14 i had no idea that any of al capone's goons lived in st. joseph (that seems so weird to me), but speaking of amazing, creepy michigan houses with weird tunnels and secret rooms...

also, i grew up in a teeny, historic michigan town and my best friend's super old house was (probably still is?) haunted. her whole family has tons of stories about the ghost, which i kind of always blew off, but one day i was at her house, sitting on the floor in her bedroom, leaning against the door that leads to the attic. the door wasn't fully closed -- the latch assembly was old and stiff and to latch the door, you had to turn the handle, close the door, then turn the handle back -- so the latch assembly was hitting the door jamb and the door was only being held shut by my weight. we were listening to music and joking around and i half-noticed that the door kept rattling around and pushing against my back for several minutes until finally i interrupted my friend and said, "what the hell is going on with this door?!" at which point the door pushed really hard against me and then slammed firmly shut causing me to fall back (a few inches). we immediately wrenched open the door to investigate, in case one of the cats had gotten up there or there was a draft (a reaaaally strong draft?), but there was absolutely nothing. it was very eerie.

interestingly enough, i still don't really believe in ghosts. i am at odds with myself, i guess.

SarahP

We're buying a house, and our lawyer put a clause into our documents saying "seller has no knowledge of any murder, suicide, or homicide on the premises" and the seller struck it, meaning they will not agree to that statement. The husband and I are so curious as to whether we will have a ghost!

meetapossum

@SarahP Get thee to a library!

wharrgarbl

@SarahP Maybe they just didn't want to commit themselves to not killing anyone in the house before closing. You know, like you might want to have sex in the master bath one last time, only with murder.

SarahP

@meetapossum I will once we live there! (The house is not far from the local library.)

@wharrgarbl A friend nicely said that the owner before the previous owners was a nice 92-year-old lady, so maybe she died in the house, and even though that's not a murder/suicide/felony, the seller would feel funny signing the clause? So maybe the ghost is a nice old lady (who'll make us ghost cookies)!

anachronistique

@SarahP Nice old lady ghosts are great!

alabee

It's possible that there is a gas leak in the house that caused you to have hallucinations! There was an episode of TAL where that was the case -- the whole family swore their house was haunted, had vivid and creepy stories about footsteps and ghosts holding them down when they slept, etc and it turns out they were just being poisoned!!

ISN'T THAT COMFORTING, YOU'RE WELCOME

alabee

@alabee However, gas leak or no, I'd stick out that shit for some free DVF.

Hellcat

@alabee I've learned from the TV that, often, people get that "I'm being watched" feeling when a fusebox is behaving badly.

Faintly Macabre

@alabee I heard that story! This American Life has some comforting stories about supposedly-supernatural things and some really creepy stories abut definitely-true real things.

Nutmeg

@Faintly Macabre THE HOUSE ON LOON LAKE

Slight Joy
Slight Joy

@alabee Wait wait wait do you know the name of that episode?! I love hallucination stories and I love TAL and I just wanna listennnn!

so what?

@Nutmeg this is THE BEST this american life episode. so engrossing. i was listening to it while driving home one night and literally sat in my car for 25 minutes to finish listening to it because i didn't want to miss anything when i ran inside. that was probably not a very good idea considering where i live, but goddamn, that was such a good episode.

hopelessshade

I was positive this was going to be about how Emily died when her private jet crashed and you were house-sitting for a dead woman and you didn't know it yet.

Clearly I am entirely too practical.

spanglepants

@hopelessshade I also thought this!

Nicole Cliffe

WHY DID YOU TAKE A BATH HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN 'WHAT LIES BENEATH'? 'THE SHINING'? WHY AM I YELLING?

I absolutely believe and do not believe in ghosts.

wharrgarbl

@Nicole Cliffe Ghosts weren't really the problem in What Lies Beneath, though.

ETA: Really, you can only yell at someone to avoid baths because What Lies Beneath if their host announces that they have a husband problem, but you know, try not to let that keep you up, before they leave.

Nicole Cliffe

@wharrgarbl GET RID OF YOUR HARRISON FORD, HE IS CHEATING ON YOU.

wharrgarbl

@Nicole Cliffe OR LET THE GHOST DO IT, BECAUSE THEN NO MURDER CHARGE. ALSO, SHE HAS DIBS.

Hellcat

@Nicole Cliffe I'll take him.

slutberry

@Hellcat You'll have to beat me to him.

Hellcat

@sniffadee Instead of becoming full of rage that you dare to challenge me (after all, he's been my sweet-baby celebrity BF since 1977!), I choose to be FULL OF GLEE that someone still appreciates him... without feeling the need to either make an ogrelike-growl sound or add a "...maybe 20 years ago" to the sentiment! Hooray! He's lovely, old or not!

wharrgarbl

@Hellcat What? No. Dude flies rescue helicopters in his spare time. The hell with the haters. I was kind of mad at What Lies Beneath because they made him the bad guy. I maaaaay have yelled at the screen "No, What Lies Beneath, you take that back, Harrison Ford is the best!"

Hellcat

@wharrgarbl Have you seen this? It's adorable!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tI3tsWus2KQ

slutberry

@wharrgarbl And you are missing the most important part: HAN SOLO. DUH.

slutberry

@sniffadeeAnd I was not even alive in 1977. Not even close.

Hellcat

@sniffadee I was 6--right there in the thick of the beginning, when we were all obsessed with it. I remember arguing with my friends over who was cuter, Luke or Han (really? REALLY?! [Wendy, you are still wrong!]). And on the playground, we would yell, "Last one to the swings has to kiss Tarkin!"

Man, I am loyal with my celebrity crushes!

slutberry

@Hellcat I wasn't born for another 14 years... but I have been in love with Han since the first time I saw the trilogy (there are only three Star Wars movies, do not contest that fact) when I was maybe 6 or 7. Also my Gentleman bought me the trilogy on DVD the first Christmas we were together, twelve days after we started dating, so I knew he was a keeper. We do the whole Han-and-Leia kiss exchange scene all the time, for fun. (I happen to like nice men).

and now I want to watch the trilogy tonight.

Hellcat

@sniffadee Yay! Oh, would that I could "Like" more than once! I think my current relationship is at least 50% based on and thanks to a mutual Star Wars love (though he still laughs when I get teary during the carbonite part--every damn time!). In fact, when he first asked me to go out with him (through FB private messages--oy, we're 12), he said something like, "We should meet for drinks and discuss who's worse, Jawas or Gungans." And we're together, three years later. The the first gift he ever gave me was a Tarkin Mighty Mugg (after hearing the "last one to the swings" story). Since then, I have acquired every damn Han Solo variation there is (including one who looks strangely like Gary Cole) and an awesome Han Solo "Wanted Dead or Alive by the Galactic Empire" poster. Oh! And I got the big Han on the tauntaun on my birthday this year. Take that, parents, who never got it for me way back when!

Oy, the geekery. And I don't even like sci-fi in general.

slutberry

@Hellcat The only appropriate response to "I love you" is "I know"

I am a funny sort of sci-fi nerd-- I am eternally devoted to Star Wars and Firefly, but have little to no interest in Babylon Five or Star Trek (though to be fair, I've only seen a couple of episodes of Babylon Five, and none of Star Trek). BUT OMG THE LOVE FOR STAR WARS AND FIREFLY. When his mother was concerned that we didn't have enough in common, I wanted to say "BUT WE BOTH LOVE HAN SOLO AND MALCOLM RENNALS AND BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN WITH A DEEP ABIDING PASSION, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT??????

Also, I can't believe I don't have any Han Solo posters. What the hell.

Hellcat

@sniffadee Just don't get the carbonite door-size one! It's TOO SAD!

A while ago, we went to the local liquor store because Teresa Giudice was doing an appearance (...I know). We were both wearing Star Wars t-shirts... which I did not even notice until I saw the photo we got with her.

Evidence-based decision-making

@Hellcat The geekery is awesome. You were born after I started working and I feel old. But, my kids are writing and illustrating a graphic novel in the Star Wars universe and I am a character (see my avatar!) so let the multi-generational traditions roll on...:)

Hellcat

@Evidence-based decision-making NICE! Let us know when to look for it! And also NICE that I make someone feel old; lately (like today with my creaky old morning neck ache), it's the reverse!

Hellcat

@sniffadee If you're still poking about in this thread, here:
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2012/06/han_solos_loins_will_be_his_downfall.php

slutberry

@Hellcat WHAT.

That is the best thing I have ever seen.

Nicole Cliffe

My family homestead is pretty haunted, but they're nice family ghosts. My great-great uncle got hit by a train crossing our lane (the trans-Canada railroad goes across our land, which a drunk ancestor received fifty bucks for) and was dragged up to the house to die, and visitors have been known to come down to breakfast and say 'who was humming 'I've Been Working On the Railroad' last night?'

Nicole Cliffe

@Nicole Cliffe Which, again, I do and do not believe.

melmuu

@Nicole Cliffe I KNOW! STIR OF ECHOES? AVOID ALL BATHROOMS ALL THE TIME.

Mildred

@Nicole Cliffe Well he sounds like he, at least, has a sense of humor about it? Always preferable to things like "TOMORROW" being written into your fogged bathroom mirror or whatever.

frigwiggin

@Nicole Cliffe I'm not a particularly ghosty person (unless I'm alone in a place and it's dark, in which case, all bets are off and I'm going to dieeeeee unless I sprint to whichever bright room is closest--I still do this when I have to take the trash out at night, and end up slamming the door and scaring the cat and my boyfriend), but at our old place we had a picture of my deceased grandfather propped up on a shelf in the back of the house, and whenever it fell over my mom and I would prop it back up and say things to it like, "oh, Dr. K, what are you mad about now? Don't you like Jeopardy?"

Does Axl have a jack?

@Nicole Cliffe He sounds like a fairly awesome ghost, really.

TheUnchosenOne

Ghosts are real and everything that has ever lived is a ghost so ghosts are watching you poop and fuck and sleep because what else are they going to do everywhere is so crowded with ghosts they can't move and what are they supposed to do NOT WATCH THAT PERSON FUCKING OVER THERE of course they are and also thousands of ghost spiders are crawling on you RIGHT NOW ALL OVER YOUR BODY OH NO IS YOUR MOUTH OPEN

OH NO THEY ARE CRAWLING IN YOUR MOUTH

http://www.qwantz.com/index.php?comic=2044

redheaded&crazy

@TheUnchosenOne GTFO

TheUnchosenOne

@redheaded&crazie IN YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR NOSE AND OH MY GOD ONE JUST CRAWLED ONTO YOUR EYE

redheaded&crazy

@TheUnchosenOne Riddikulus! RIDDIKULUS! RIDDIKULUS

Megasus

@TheUnchosenOne ALL YOUR ORIFICES IS FULL OF GHOST

Is It a Hat?

Oh god D: My boyfriend and I recently moved into an old Victorian house (definitely not a mansion) and I've done my best to convince myself it's not haunted. I've already had one false alarm...on moving day I was putting food away in the pantry and somehow the long lightbulb string hanging down from the ceiling got wrapped around the hood of my sweatshirt. Needless to say, when I walked away and felt a tug, I flailed around and probably made some weird, guttural yelping noise. Thanks over-active imagination!

Hellcat

@Is It a Hat? A similar (though non-ghosty; more like urban-legendy, I guess) thing happened to me when I closed my hair in my sunroof one night. My first ever-so-logical thought was, "Killer in the back seat! Killer in the back seat pulling my hair!"

Is It a Hat?

@Hellcat You'd better believe I will be double checking the back seat on my way home tonight. YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CAREFUL.

Cavendish

@Is It a Hat? @Hellcat I would totally think both of those things.

billie_crusoe

@Is It a Hat? I always check the backseat after dark. I've been trying to get the early morning shift (4 am) for the rest of the summer, and now that I have it, I briefly considered giving it up because it means going out to my car in the dark every day.

I also used to run and jump into bed so nothing under my bed could grab me, even when I was old enough to know better.

Hellcat

@che I read that Stephen King tends to do the bed-jump thing.

temporal_paradox

@Hellcat I had a similar incident when I was in college and taking night classes. I had lent my car, a Subaru wagon, to my friend earlier in the day. He was running late when he brought it back, so we only had time exchange keys before I got in the car to drive to my night class, where the only parking that was left was out in the unpaved, unlit, overflow parking way far away from the building where my class was.

The class went late, and so it was about 10 pm when I walked back to the overflow lot, alone because all my classmates had parked closer to the building, and which now was completely empty except for my cute little wagon. I hopped into the car and as I started to turn the ignition I realized that I had forgotten to check the back seat, which I always did, because, hello lots of room for bad men to hide in a wagon!

I talked myself out of physically turning around, but I dropped my hand behind my seat and felt shoelaces! I slowly moved my hand upwards and shoelaces kept going on and on and finally realized I was feeling two man-sized boots. I screamed and jumped out of my car, and as I turned to run away I saw that boots were the only thing there. My friend had left his boots in my car.

Hellcat

@temporal_paradox Oh, holy hell. Goosebumps... though the A.C. is unnecessarily high in my office today.

so what?

@temporal_paradox something pretty similar happened to me once. i lent my car to my brother, picked it up from where it was parked at night, forgot to check my backseat until i was driving off, then out of the corner of my eye, saw someone huddled behind passenger seat. i honestly don't know if i've ever felt more sheer terror in my life. i freaked out, slammed on the brakes and hit the "person" as hard as i could... and it turned out to be my brother's carhart coat that he left there. those fuckers are so stiff, it totally looked like a person.

this also might be a good place to say that i was never afraid of ghosts or monsters as a kid (or an adult), but have always been terrified of people. my biggest fear as a child was that someone broke into our house while we weren't home and hid in the basement, waiting until we all went to sleep to come out and murder us. i constantly was afraid that there was a man in my closet/under my bed. it didn't help when i went to college and an acquaintance actually found a man HIDING IN HER CLOSET. WITH ROPE. WATCHING HER HANG OUT IN HER ROOM FOR AN HOUR AND WAITING FOR HER TO GO TO BED.

CranberryQueen

@Is It a Hat? WHAT? What happened? I need to know! Was he arrested? How did she find out? Did she wake up and he was there? THAT IS TERRIFYING

Hot Doom

@so what? oh goooddddddddddd. That is the stuff of urban legend-to-real life terror that I will never forget.

Hellcat

@so what? OH HOLY HELL, MAN!

so what?

@CranberryQueen the door to her closet was open a smidge (presumably so he could watch her) and she saw him as she was getting into bed. she screamed for help (she had roommates) and he ran out of the house. they called the cops, but he was already gone. then he CAME BACK THE NEXT NIGHT. luckily neighbors spotted him lurking outside the house, called the cops and he was arrested. so, so scary.

frigwiggin

I helped a friend house-sit at a super-lavish place once, but there were no ghosts. There was just an awesome viewing room with a giant projector setup and a massive collection of anime. We watched Chobits until the end of time.

RK Fire

@frigwiggin: Best ghost story ever.

Bambi

I lived in a Victorian 3 story house while in college and for a while, the caretaker lived in the basement in an apartment next to where the laundry machines were. Well, the owner was selling the house and so the caretaker, who always talked out loud to himself (or so we thought), moved out. I went downstairs to get my laundry and on the way back up, I had to pass by a hall of windows before the stairs to the floor I lived on. One by one, as I passed, the windows rattled. I freaked, ran for the light at the top of the stairs, and now realize that the caretaker was talking to him, the ghost.

We had other run ins with him, he never left the house, although I banished him from my floor because he would watch me sleep and creep me out. My upstairs roomie had the fun after that. We even had friends stay the night and bolt up out of a deep sleep, pointing at the end of the bed, saying, 'there's a man right there'. Creepy.

cat_ballou

@Bambi How did you banish him from your floor? I am so curious!

Bambi

@cat_ballou I basically told him to go away (out loud, in my head, whatever works) and then created an imaginary bubble around my floor, including thinking of him being pushed out by it. It totally worked. Or maybe I just think it did and he was around but I couldn't see him. Either way, I felt better.

Hellcat

@Bambi Good god, that is what horror movies are made of and rightly so! Although I should admit that, at first, I thought you banished the caretaker (even that word--"caretaker"--belongs in a horror story)... who, in my head, looks like the grimy man in Christine who sold Arnie the car.

sceps yarx

I always get freaked out when I see my own wet footprints in the hallway after getting out of the bath, because I think they belong to a drowned-child-ghost. (I have small feet, ok???)

Bonnie Downing

I walk through life scared of little-girl ghosts pretty much all the time for no reason at all. Now, for example, with sunshine streaming through windows, and men here retiling the bathroom, even now. Oh my god. How are you okay?

Koko Goldstein

I tell myself I don't believe in ghosts, but I did have my boyfriend walk through our new house with lit sage and positive thoughts to banish the creepy feeling of being watched I always have. So, there's that.

The bf has no sixth sense whatsoever, but his dad and siblings do. They were always terrified of a hallway in their childhood home that had a large antique mirror at the end of it. They all had feelings of dread and would sometimes see figures in the mirror. Once the mirror was gone. . .all was well. Ghosts suck!

notbusy

@Koko Goldstein for some reason, I find the haunted antique mirror one of the creepiest things on this thread so far!

fabel

Okay so, I don't really have a fear of ghosts at all-- if there's a noise in the house, my first thought is "intruder!" rather than "ghost!" BUT this was the creepiest thing I've ever read:

http://crushable.com/entertainment/creepy-things-that-seem-real-but-arent-the-hanged-kings-tragedy-450/

(the disclaimer that it's "not real" had no calming effect)

fabel

also, I forgot how incredibly long it is. Sorry!

temporal_paradox

@fabel Fell down the rabbit-hole on that whole series of articles, and now I might not be able to sleep for fear of dreaming of The Black-Eyed Children. Guys! Don't let them in! http://crushable.com/entertainment/creepy-things-that-seem-real-but-arent-the-black-eyed-children-975/

EternalFootwoman

@temporal_paradox I swore to myself I'd only read the one story. That was an hour ago. Awesome.

misskatesays

Years ago, while on a photo shoot/business trip, I stayed at a hotel in FL that boasted of having a ghost. One of Al Capone's men had been murdered there, and the story was that it liked to harass women - touching them, etc. It was all pretty uneventful until my last night there, when something weird happened. As I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a weight on the other side of the bed. It was as if SOMEONE SAT DOWN there, and I just starting rolling towards it. The movement woke me up completely - I yelped, launched my self across the room and turned ALL of the lights on. Oh, and the room was cold. I was up for hours after that. By the next morning I had convinced myself that it was all in my imagination.

We were leaving that afternoon, but had some work to finish up. We'd hired a couple of local photo assistants, and I told them about my night, laughing about how foolish I felt. Ha ha, how silly, there are no ghosts. They looked at each other, and told me that my story was one they had heard MANY times from other women staying at the hotel! To this day I joke about that one time a randy ghost mobster got into bed with me.

glitterary

@misskatesays Oh man, I'm amazed the hotel boasts about that--ghost harrassment is not something I want with my pillow mints! When I was in Stratford-upon-Avon with my then-boyfriend, we went to a haunted house and got told there was a ghost that liked to follow women back to their hotel and touch them in the shower--I was so freaked out that the guide added "But don't worry, love; if they've got a man with them he'll give him a black eye instead." Calmed me down, but my boyfriend not so much. And this despite that I don't really believe in ghosts--I certainly don't want to believe in them, at least.

paperbuttons

Oh this is a cute one: Once my friend was staying with her mom at a super old B&B in New England. They shared a bed in the attic room and in the middle of the night my friend suddenly opened her eyes wide to find a very tall man in old fashioned clothes just standing there looking down at her. She stared at him and he stared back and she said, "Mom? Please wake up." Her mom, who was sleeping on her side facing away from her sleepily said "What is it, a ghost?" My friend said "Yes!" and her mom replied, "Then I'm sure as hell not opening my eyes!" and went back to sleep.

Such a pragmatic response!

Hellcat

@paperbuttons Do they ever wear clothes from today? I swear, I never hear any reports of some skinny-jeans-wearing ghost!

feartie

@Hellcat I want to see an 80s ghost. Keifer Sutherland from The Lost Boys style.

Hellcat

@feartie I think there might have been a '70s one in The Sixth Sense. Maybe? But I am sure you can easily see an 1880s one--those are just everywhere!

feartie

@Hellcat See, where I am (Edinburgh) I live opposite a creepy tunnel underneath a bridge built in the late 1700s/early 1800s. Homeless people (who were not able to pay the toll to leave the city, nor able to be homeless visibly) used to live down the tunnel soon after it was discovered to not be watertight (it was going to be used to store dry goods). There should be a whole load of ghosts of that era just skipping about, but I went down with a guide and saw none. Very disappointing.

Hellcat

@feartie A friend and I once wanted to stay in the Lizzie Borden house, now a B&B (or is it still? This was a while ago). I told my friend--a big burly guy who loves horror movies--that we'd have to share a room because it was pretty expensive (I couldn't afford it, especially without a guarantee of a ghost sighting!). He looked at me completely serious and said, "We have to share a room because I'm scared!"

RK Fire

Ghosts!

So when I first moved up to Somerville, MA I agreed to move into a house with two other women based solely off of pictures in a craigslist ad, emails with them, and a phone call. After moving in, they were like "oh, btw, someone died in our house... FYI! Don't worry, we found out after we moved in too and we haven't really come across anything." As I lived in the top floor/almost attic with actually attic-y storage areas, I spent the first month in that house sleeping with the light on. No ghosties though!

Also, my current apt is a really inexpensive 1st floor one bedroom apartment in a pre-1900 rowhouse in Bmore. It's so inexpensive that my husband joked, "What? That's the rent? Is it haunted or something?" Me, with a more serious tone: "No, seriously--is it haunted!" I worried about it on and off before moving in, and have been watching my cats for strange behavior (hiss at corners, etc.) but fortunately all they've done is normal cat things.

As mentioned upthread, I have sleep paralysis issues occasionally but it's either auditory or I think I'm being abducted by aliens (only happened once!). So, you know, that's the real enemy. In the meantime if I'm ever creeped out I'll just focus on the loving protection of all of my ancestors. Thanks, Ong Ba Noi/Ngoai!

roughe

"I heard something in the living room, but figured it was just Barbara Walters being out of touch with the real world."

LOL

Opos

See, this is a problem because while I am enjoying wasting some work time reading the spooky comments about spooky ghosts (and night paralysis, which hasn't happened to me that much recently, but is definitely a staple of my existence)...I know this is going to freak me out tonight. Yet I keep reading because I like that spine-tingling feeling!

I have been reacting to every little sound I hear at home since I had a break-in a few weeks ago. I let my thoughts go to the "what if I had been home?" place and keep imagining the person is hiding (with my stuff) waiting to get me. It's kind of like having a ghost.

billie_crusoe

@Opos Oh, man, scary! I accidentally set off the burglar alarm for the first time today (living with an aunt and uncle who actually have things worth stealing), and after that for several hours I was convinced someone was going to be in my closet or basement. Even though I set the damn thing off. I don't know.

Which is all to say, if that scared me, I would be pee-my-pants scared if someone had actually broken in.

katiethegreat

There is a prudish old lady ghost in our house called Moira. She does not like us to sleep in late (we get abruptly woken up), eat junk food for dinner (plates are smashed), or have sex in the house (it was like four months before any of us got in any the house, and two of my housemates have boyfriends!).

But I think she sends us good joojoo when I teach my housemate to knit, so that is something.

Hot Doom

@katiethegreat Ok, I have to ask. What were the consequences of the in-house sexing?

katiethegreat

@LolaLaBalc WELL...haha with the sex aspect it was more a prevention-haunting than a punishment-haunting. Although the only dude I have taken home to Moira almost immediately started going out with one of my close friends (the sixth time this has happened in two years :S). But that is not really a punishment, just kinda awkward!

anitabath

@katiethegreat That sounds like a really lousy situation with the boys and the close friends, but I can't stop smiling to myself about "dude I have taken home to Moira" and am trying to think of a way to work taking someone "home to Moira" into my everyday parlance to mean getting laid.

katiethegreat

@anitabath That is great slang! I am defs going to start saying that :D

Megasus

We really like talking about ghosts y'all.

janejanejane

I lived in a haunted house once and the ghosts were annoying enough that I had the house cleared by a professional. When I moved to my current house and discovered another ghost (a cheerful young man) I cleared the house myself. I started by telling him this was not where he belonged and he had to go. We had this conversation a few times before he left. I then cleared the house by opening all the windows, then going down to the basement, banging a drum while my husband rang a bell and put salt in the four corners of the house and then closing the windows. We moved upstairs and repeated the process until we had done all three floors. We also had loud music playing on all three floors while we did this. It worked for us so you may want to try this if you have a tiresome ghost. Not kidding.

Aphrodite

Passersby. Or you can hyphenate if you prefer! But seriously guys, we've GOT to stop improperly pluralizing words with apostrophes. I feel stupider every time I see it.

Fun story though! Overall, good job Megan.

EternalFootwoman

@Aphrodite I'm super-stringent about that grammar rule, but I try to remind myself that not everyone was taught by a five-foot-tall nun who chanted and clapped her way through the English workbook.

rosaline

Worst idea ever to read this thread right before going to bed...

laughingwoman

My ghost story comes with a picture.

A friend of mine who is Czech has a family home in this town on the Austrian-Czech border, called Český Krumlov. The house is this amazing place that dates to the 16th century, and sits directly outside the castle gates (a castle that has a moat with LIVE BEARS in it). When you enter the house, there are 12 foot wooden beams that have bowed and are smoothed with age--that kind of house.

Annnyway, when I've stayed there with her, I am always installed in a roll-out couch bed in a library room. The library room is adjacent to another room with glass doors, called The Christmas Room. The room is very ornate: velvet wallpaper, velvet upholstered chairs, old furniture, etc. It is always closed off (but you can always see it through the glass doors), and they only go in there on, you guessed it, Christmas. They exchange gifts in there, drink a Christmas drink, and then leave it until next year. It always smells like pine trees in there, even when it's not Christmas and there are no pine trees.

When I first stayed with her, in that library room, I was told about the Christmas room being haunted. Not much in the way of any explanation, no discrete, individual, charismatic or otherwise ghosts. Just, "It's haunted." And that the few times she's had to sleep in that room when the house was full (the Christmas room, not the library), she couldn't sleep at all and was anxious all night. Which is how I felt sleeping on the fold-out bed next to the Christmas room.

One winter afternoon, I was left alone in the house. I decided to see if I could take a photo of these ghosts. I had a medium-format camera and a tripod, and so I went into the Christmas room (at least it was full daylight), set up the camera with a manual shutter speed, and took a roll of film of various lengths of time with the shutter open for a minute, two minutes, etc.

This is the photo I got out of it that showed orbs of light (and one elongated form of light).

At the time, I worked for a photo service bureau and we did high-end photo processing (rack processing). I knew what every kind of processing glitch looked like, and what light flares looked like. This was neither, and the orbs of light were contained in the negative itself, not on the edges of the film.

The room felt very, very creepy when I was in there (about 20 minutes), and the whole time I was alone in there I felt like I just kept feeling the message, coming from outside me not within me, GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!

mc coolfriend

I'm scared of ghosts that don't speak English. Really just b/c English is all I can speak, and something about a ghost that I just absolutely cannot communicate with or figure out what it wants or if it's malevolent or just speaks a language with harsh intonations....well, that's scary right?

saraagomez

this sucked

Stephanie Parker@facebook

Hilarious. I totally immediately thought of "Are you Afraid of the Dark" and the Tale of the Frozen Ghost as soon as I read child ghost. Which I knew Megan had clearly seen as soon as she said she pictured the ghost saying, "I'm cold". I used to freak my little sister out when we were younger by calling her from friends houses saying, "I'm cold" in the creepy little boy ghost voice. In fact, I continue to do this every once in awhile nowadays, too.

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