Tell us a ghost story.
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kwillia
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There was that time that I was driving down a lonely road one dark and stormy night. When a little girl by the roadside showed up in my headlights. I stopped and she got in back and in a shaky tone. She said: My name is Mary, please won't you take me home?
She must have been so frightened all alone there in the night. There was something strange about her, for her face was deathly white. She sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all alone. I'll never will forget that night I took Mary home.
I pulled into the driveway where she told me to go. Got out to help her from the car and opened up the door. But I just could not believe my eyes 'cause the back seat was bare. I looked all around the car but Mary wasn't there.
A light shone from the porch, someone opened up the door. I asked about the little girl that I was looking for. Then a lady gently smiled and brushed a tear away. She said: It sure was nice of you to go out of your way.
But thirteen years ago today a wreck just down the road. Our darling Mary lost her life and we miss her so. Thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have shone. You're the thirteenth one who's been here bringing Mary home... it was that house...
She must have been so frightened all alone there in the night. There was something strange about her, for her face was deathly white. She sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all alone. I'll never will forget that night I took Mary home.
I pulled into the driveway where she told me to go. Got out to help her from the car and opened up the door. But I just could not believe my eyes 'cause the back seat was bare. I looked all around the car but Mary wasn't there.
A light shone from the porch, someone opened up the door. I asked about the little girl that I was looking for. Then a lady gently smiled and brushed a tear away. She said: It sure was nice of you to go out of your way.
But thirteen years ago today a wreck just down the road. Our darling Mary lost her life and we miss her so. Thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have shone. You're the thirteenth one who's been here bringing Mary home... it was that house...
The house my first husband and I lived in had a weird acoustical thing going on where I could stand in my laundry room and hear people talking in the house next door. The first time I heard it I was doing laundry, the kids were gone with their dad, and I clearly heard someone sneeze like they were standing right next to me. It took me awhile to figure out what was going on.
Anyway, I don't believe in that crap.
ginwoman
Well-Known Member
There was that time that I was driving down a lonely road one dark and stormy night. When a little girl by the roadside showed up in my headlights. I stopped and she got in back and in a shaky tone. She said: My name is Mary, please won't you take me home?
She must have been so frightened all alone there in the night. There was something strange about her, for her face was deathly white. She sat so pale and quiet in the back seat all alone. I'll never will forget that night I took Mary home.
I pulled into the driveway where she told me to go. Got out to help her from the car and opened up the door. But I just could not believe my eyes 'cause the back seat was bare. I looked all around the car but Mary wasn't there.
A light shone from the porch, someone opened up the door. I asked about the little girl that I was looking for. Then a lady gently smiled and brushed a tear away. She said: It sure was nice of you to go out of your way.
But thirteen years ago today a wreck just down the road. Our darling Mary lost her life and we miss her so. Thank you for your trouble and the kindness you have shone. You're the thirteenth one who's been here bringing Mary home... it was that house...
ah-ha, do we have a bluegrass fan here?
The Dude
You mean coitus?
Damn that's where I knew that from! I knew the story sounded familiar, but couldn't place it. When I read bluegrass; it was like
Anyway, there should be an option that says: I have never experienced anything but wouldn't be surprised if I did.
I like to say I don't believe in that crap, but then it would kill the fun for me. The movie was great, BTW.
luvmygdaughters
Well-Known Member
My husband and I had booked a cruise leaving in Sept. My Dad passed away in May of the same year. After coming home from the funeral and repast, I was sitting on our couch talking with my husband when all of a sudden a picture that was hanging on the wall and had been hanging on the wall for 10 years, fell off the wall and...came down diagonally, hitting me in the head. My hubby and I just sat there for minute, not believing what we both just saw. I bent down to pick up the picture and it was a photograph of my husband and I on a previous cruise we had taken. I'm not sure if Dad was telling me not to go or go and have a good time. Anyway, we went and everything was fine, so I guess it was the latter he was trying to tell me.
sockgirl77
Well-Known Member
BG croaked.
Bob hopped in the sack with another chick a few months later.
BG picked up a pair of scissors.
Bob will remain celibate for the rest of his life.
The end.
Bob hopped in the sack with another chick a few months later.
BG picked up a pair of scissors.
Bob will remain celibate for the rest of his life.
The end.
slotpuppy
Ass-hole
garyt27
INAFJ
The Red Slanted Eyes
It was in 2005 that I was at my house and I had glanced into my room for a half a second. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, when I saw an old, black (gray) and white Chinese woman on the foot of my bed. It looked like she was reading and when I screamed, she looked up and I saw her face. She was elderly and had her hair up and had these red, gleaming eyes.
I went into the living room and watched television for an hour and went back into my room and she wasn't there. I went to sleep and I had dreams about her for about 3 to 4 weeks afterwards. In one of them, it looked like she was trying to warn me about something but her mood changed and she killed me (in the dream that is). I thought that would be the last time I saw her... but it wasn't.
About 2 weeks later, I saw her again. I started carrying a bible with me wherever I went. I talked to my cousin about it and he had said he saw the same woman as well. Maybe it's a phenomenon, maybe it's not; but I do feel like I’m being haunted every second of my life since then.
It was in 2005 that I was at my house and I had glanced into my room for a half a second. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, when I saw an old, black (gray) and white Chinese woman on the foot of my bed. It looked like she was reading and when I screamed, she looked up and I saw her face. She was elderly and had her hair up and had these red, gleaming eyes.
I went into the living room and watched television for an hour and went back into my room and she wasn't there. I went to sleep and I had dreams about her for about 3 to 4 weeks afterwards. In one of them, it looked like she was trying to warn me about something but her mood changed and she killed me (in the dream that is). I thought that would be the last time I saw her... but it wasn't.
About 2 weeks later, I saw her again. I started carrying a bible with me wherever I went. I talked to my cousin about it and he had said he saw the same woman as well. Maybe it's a phenomenon, maybe it's not; but I do feel like I’m being haunted every second of my life since then.
The Dude
You mean coitus?
You saw this person and just went in the other room to watch TV? I would have been like "WTF biatch get out of my house!"
Oysterback
New Member
This happened to me last Spring.....
I was on my way home from my place in West Virgina. I had taken the back roads that led me through Sheppardstown and Sharpsburg.
I was driving slowly down the main street in Sharpsburg thinking about the battle that took place in the fields around this small town. I remember thinking how many of these houses were "witness houses"- houses that were there during the Antietam battle.
Then I spotted a thin, young man sitting on the front porch of a house. Thin to the point of being almost gaunt. He was staring straight ahead, with a fierce gaze. He wore a cap, but not a baseball cap....something else. He wore something, at first glimpse, seemed like a uniform of tan, not gray, but more earthtoned.
As I passed him I noticed him holding a crutch. Not a modern crutch, but one that was more like a tall cane with a top that could slip under the armpit.
Then I saw his right leg was missing from the knee down. The pants leg folded, and was pinned to the top of the thigh.
I passed him.
My heart jumped! Did I really see what I just saw?
I had only seen him for about 2 or 3 seconds.....
I looked in my side view mirror and saw the porch and the empty chair.....
I'm not sure what I saw.
The main street is narrow, with the homes right on the road.
I was doing 20-25mph when I passed him sitting to my left.
I looked at him for three...four seconds max.
I suppose he could have gone inside after I passed him and before I saw the empty chair in my mirror, but he would have had to move pretty quick.
I just know it raises the hairs on the back of my neck, even today thinking about it!
I was on my way home from my place in West Virgina. I had taken the back roads that led me through Sheppardstown and Sharpsburg.
I was driving slowly down the main street in Sharpsburg thinking about the battle that took place in the fields around this small town. I remember thinking how many of these houses were "witness houses"- houses that were there during the Antietam battle.
Then I spotted a thin, young man sitting on the front porch of a house. Thin to the point of being almost gaunt. He was staring straight ahead, with a fierce gaze. He wore a cap, but not a baseball cap....something else. He wore something, at first glimpse, seemed like a uniform of tan, not gray, but more earthtoned.
As I passed him I noticed him holding a crutch. Not a modern crutch, but one that was more like a tall cane with a top that could slip under the armpit.
Then I saw his right leg was missing from the knee down. The pants leg folded, and was pinned to the top of the thigh.
I passed him.
My heart jumped! Did I really see what I just saw?
I had only seen him for about 2 or 3 seconds.....
I looked in my side view mirror and saw the porch and the empty chair.....
I'm not sure what I saw.
The main street is narrow, with the homes right on the road.
I was doing 20-25mph when I passed him sitting to my left.
I looked at him for three...four seconds max.
I suppose he could have gone inside after I passed him and before I saw the empty chair in my mirror, but he would have had to move pretty quick.
I just know it raises the hairs on the back of my neck, even today thinking about it!