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Aug 27, 04
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holyshit Ghosts!?? (long read)
this was my friend that it happend to in the states out on the east coast.
his post on a diffrent forum. I just got a call like 5 min ago from her saying that I had to get her and her friend because the house is haunted and they are affraid to come out from under their blankets. Should I go and save them and bring them back here or just let them deal with it? For the people who care here is the situation in its entirity. My sister's friend just got married and they couldnt afford a house so they moved into an old house which has a museum in the bottom and their appartment on the top. The house is from the 1860s. So anyways my sister went over to visit her friend while her husband is away. This is the first week they have been in the house. So they get into their beds and then they start to whisper to each other about stuff. Then my sisters friend asks my sister if she heard that wierd creaking sound from downstairs. They begin to talk about the creak for like 5 min then they hear something else. They said it sounded like a sweepign sound going across the floor. Like socks or a light broom or something. But it was repetitive and lasted for 2 min then stopped as suddenly as it started. My sister reached into her bag and got her cell phone and called me to get them. They are so scared that they wont even get out of their beds or turn on the light. Should I save them or not? CRX FORUM If you are on the east coast you might want to wait to read this untill morning. It is not for the weak of heart. My eyes are still dripping from freaking out so much. I cant keep my hands still and I am shaking uncontrolably. I get in my car and head out. Im a little affraid because I never really liked ghost stories or anything and when I was little my brother used to scare me at night with them when I tried to sleep. Which gave me nightmares for years. So heading down the dark unlit country roads I begin to get agitated and nervous of the situation. As I approached the road I almost turned back around. I got a preminition that something was not right and I should be where I was and to turn around. Then I thought about my sister and how she and her friend must be feeling at the moment and I reluctantly decided to continue on. So I see the house at the end of tle laneway. Just like something out of the movie Signs or something. All the lights in the house except the upperfloor lights were on. There were white lace curtains neatly tied up in the windows. They gave the light from inside the house a yellow glow to it. I pulled up the laneway. It was long and gravel. The sound of the stones bouncing around in my wheel wells gave me a start when they hit hard. I felt something in the air. Nothing I can really explain. Sorta like the feeling before you get a needle. Like you know something is going to happen so you brace for impact. Halfway to the house my clock light in my dash starts to dim. I dont take notice of it untill it is almost out and then my car starts to sputter out. It starts to jerk forward as it is trying to get started again but then dies off to nothing. I cant get it started again. The key is not even lighting up my CD player. I chalk this up to some sort of freaky coinsidence and walk across the lawn to the house. As I got closer to the house I had my eyes focused on the anchient wooden door and the 2 porch lights on the center of the house. Out of the corner of my eye I could of sworn I saw something flash by the window. Like a black streak of shadow going across the far right window. But since I was not focusing on that window I just chalked it up to fear and kept going. I slowly walked up the steps to the porch. I looked down the porch to the left and see nothing. I look to my right and see nothing other than the porch reaching around to the other side of the house. It all seems safe. So I slowly reach over to the brass handle on the door. As my hand gets closer to the door the lights on the porch start to make an electric humming noise and start to flicker as they dim. I quickly move my hand back from the door. Startled I look around again and notice the light go back to normal. I reach for the handle again and the lights do the same thing. I slowly move my hand away and they go back to normal. I thought to myself it must be like a radio. You know when you get near a radio's antenna and it all goes out of whack but then when you move away it goes back to normal. I thought that this was just the case. So on the 4th reach in I get up the nerve to actually turn the handle. So I get the door open about an inch when all of a sudden it explodes open. As if someone kicked the door or something from behind. The force knocks me backwards and down the stairs of the porch. I hear my sister make a sound from upstairs as I gather my composure on the stone walkway. I look at the door and it is totally open. Throught the open doorway I see a window open on the back of the house. The curtains were blowing around and the window was open about 2" or so. Me being the rational guy I am came to the conclusion that there was pressure build up on the bottom floor of the house becuase of the window open and the door exploded open like in the movie Backdraft. I think I was just trying to make up excuses so I wouldnt shit in my pants and cry like a 4 year old girl. Still sitting on the lawn I get up and walk 'confidently' in the front door of the house. The house is layed out wierd. The main door of the house opens up into the kichen. In the kitchen there is alot of alot antique appliances like a wood stove, iron and other crap like that. In the light is look eerie but I really didnt give a shit I needed to find the stairway, get my sister, and get the fuck out of the house. I walk throught the living room. Through all the old furniture. The piano makes a horible cracking sound as I walk by it. The wooden floors who have seen their fair share of use creak below my feet as I walk over the old woven carpets. It smells like dust, old people, and moth balls and the air seems really thick. Almost like as thick as if you were trying to breath around a camp fire. I find the stairs and slowly start to make my asention up the stairs. The wooden banister (railing for you americans) is extremely loose. So I decide not to use it to climb the staircase because it was being too noisy. The staircase had about 22 stairs or so on it and they were covered with a carpet down the middle and for about 4" on each side they were bare wood. I make my way to about the half way point when I head a noise from below. I turn around to see nothing and come to the conclusion that it was just the house settling after I just walked through it. So I turn back around and look to the top of the stairs. I saw something flash by. But it happened at the exact second that my eyes were focusing on the darkness at the top of the stairs. It was exactly like the flash I saw by the window when I was outside of the house just a minute before. Thinking my mind was playing tricks on me becuase of the whole situation I kept going. I take another step and then start to bring my left leg up to the following step when I feel something. I can feel a clentch of a hand on my left ankle. I pull hard to make my leg move up to the next step but I am being pulled back. Freaking out I dont look back and just pull and struggle with all my might. Im am so scared. I dont know what is going on. I give another tug and I am released and fall forward onto the stairs banging my knees on the staircase. As fast as I fell I got back up and ran to the top of the stairs. I scream out, "Jill and Jill" my sister's name is Jill and so is her friends, "where the fuck are you??!?!?!" I hear a yell from the room at the end of the hall indicating they are in there, I bust open the door flick on the light. The light fills the room and out of the corner of my eye I see a figure. Dressed in black was a person about 5' tall. I didnt want to turn my head. I didnt want to move. I quickly blinked and as soon as I opened my eyes the figure was gone. My heart pounding at 50000 BPM I grab the green woolen blankets from each bed with one hand each and yank my sister and friend to the floor. They scream in terror kick on their shoes and start fleeing with me out of the room. Oh and it gets alot worse from here on out. Running down the hallway my sister's friend becomes paralysed with fear and starts to freak out. I go back for her as my sister makes a leap down the flight of 22 stairs collapsing in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Sounds start to come out of the kitchen. Cabinets are opening and closing pots are sliding across the floor and the countertop. Silverware is slaming around in the sink. The tops of the iron elements for the stove are violently shaking and making noise. Then all of a sudden as I am getting my sister's friend down the stairs the piano starts to play. The muic is emenating throughout the house with the other sounds from the kitchen. The piano gets lounder as the time goes on. I trip over nothing as I am helping her down the stairs and begin to fall loosing my balance I grab onto the banister for assistance. The banister give way and I fall from about the 15th stair in a face first dive into the hallway below. My sister's friend proceeds to come out of the freak out and burst out down the stairs in a blubbering screaming mess. I get up slipping on the hardwood floors and tripping over the banister and I attempt to make it out of the house alive. I run by the piano crash into the doorframe of the kitchen as I round the corner. All noises stop. In the kitchen there are all the pots and pans stacked perfectly in a triangle on the countertop. The whole contents of cutlery drawer and knife blocks are in the sink. All handles facing the wall. All blades and faces pointing out. Stacked perfectly. The lids to the stove were upside down but in place. But the most freaky of all every single one of the cupboards, drawers, leafs, and bows were open. Totally open. I run as fast as I can out the door to find my sister in my car crying and her friend in the back stiff as a board in the fetal position with her eyes closed. I fumble with the keys as I race to get the fuck out of there. I find the ignition and my car doesnt want to start. Some crazy radio station I have never heard before comes on my radio. Mind you I get 1 station beause I have no antenna and it is a local station. This music was wierd nothing I had heard before. Like music from the 20s like Jazz or Blues or something like that. After like 10 sec of my car attempting to come to life the song on the radio dies out and anoter ones starts to play. The song was the same song that was being played on the piano not 30 sec before in the house. At this point I am crying to get the hell out of there. Pleading with my car to start and with some sort of miracle it comes to life. I placed it into reverse and floored it. I never knew my automatic CRX could do a burn out but I guess it can when motivated. I made it home alright but cant believe what just happened. I dont ever want to live throught that again. pics of the house CREEEEEEEEEEEPY     
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Aug 27, 04
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I believe in sprits/ghosts and I swear I saw three of them walk around in my loft a couple of months back.
Scared was an understatement.
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Aug 27, 04
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^sounds nuts...i wanna visit that house...would be rather fun, i wonder if the 3 ghosts in my house would like those ones
ya, i swear i've got ghosts in my bedroom, lol...always see figures moving around at nite, hear voices...and when i'm sound asleep i've been woken up by something grab'in my feet/hittin me in the face/head, and screams in my ears....freakiest part..i have a lock on my door so i know its not my family
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Aug 27, 04
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Your friend has an incredibly detailed memory...
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Aug 27, 04
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thats freaky fucking shit. stay away from there, you,your sis,her friend and her hubby.
its not a good scene at all.
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Aug 27, 04
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i wanna go there damnit!
where is it, anyone willing to come with me?
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Aug 27, 04
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theres an abandoned home on the way into mission. heading eastbound turning off left, right after those two gas stations (i think its husky and supersave... and soon to be a shell)
its on a hill i wouldnt recommend going there at nite if its your first time. The house looks like its gonna roll down the hill :o( nevertheless looks freak as hell
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Aug 27, 04
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looks like i have something to do next time i visit the mainland, lol...who's coming with me?!?!
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Aug 27, 04
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just dont read it at nite...
if you do you just start hearing shit and you keep thinking somthing is behind you. :141:
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Aug 28, 04
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Aug 28, 04
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Aug 28, 04
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of course aliens do exist. like probably in the future we'll be aliens to another species on a diffrent planet.
what i dont like about the belif we have is that they'll abduct us and anal prob us. WTF good does it do to shove things up our crack? maybe aliens are s&m dirty kinky freaks... meh.. i say, if they wanted to destroy us i'm sure they would have done it by now.
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Sep 02, 04
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well holy fuck, thats scary as hell, I beleive in spirits. Thats some crazy shit.....I remember a friend of mine (J) from when I was younger we were at a freinds place and the friend is like hey lets play with this oijua (sp?) board...(J) just flipped right out, she was so scared that there was even one in the house.... then told us about how when she was younger she was babysitting her sister and her sisters friend....and they decided to play with one....and they kept asking the thing for a sign that it was there and it kept saying no... the suddenly all at once every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen flew open all at once.....they took off out of there.....im getting goosebumps just remembering the story.... there is deff. evil in this world thats for sure, this story freaked me out, im gonna be all creeped out for months i can tell
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Sep 02, 04
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Crazy.
The house I used to live in (well, pretty much grew up in) on White Rock beach used to have all this fucked up shit happening in it too, and it just wasnt one weird thing on one night, it was just a lot of really really weird stuff. I get uneasy just driving by the house. I just always got this feeling something really fucked up happened there. ...how is a house like that in that good of a condition 'cheap' anyways?
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Sep 02, 04
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