Have you ever seen a ghost or experienced something similar? : ATOM 0.3

suckersklub @ 9/3/2008 7:02:49 PM

« saintstace : Noob placeholder

Waiting for bedroom thing updaaaaate!

ginlamia @ 9/3/2008 5:28:32 PM

A few years ago I lived in a triplex with two guys: a short filipino named John, and a tall chimoro named Lenny. Both where honest guys and not easily scared. But they swore that the place was haunted by the ghosts of two women.

We had the bottom level of the triplex; it was basically like a basement. It had a huge kitchen, and two bedrooms, then a long hallway that went down past a big laundry room to a living room type area, with a kind of closet/bedroom attached. The few windows we had were all ground level, so the place wasn't lit very well most of the time.

Lenny said that multiple times, when he would pass by the laundry room, he'd see the figure of a woman standing in there. John made the closet/bedroom his room, but didn't sleep in it much, because he said he'd wake up at night and see something floating above him.

Both guys hated staying home by themselves, especially at night, because they both would see/hear things. Lenny would go to his girlfriend's house if he was going to be home alone. John, however, didn't have a car. I worked the evening shift as a store operator at Target, and he'd call several times toward the end of my shift to see if I had to work late. I'd often come home to find all the lights on, radio blaring, and him focused on video games.

Now I'm grade A, 100% Californian grown chicken. I love ghost stories and the paranormal, but get so easily scared. So you might think that even though I trusted these guys, they saw an easy opportunity to yank my chain. But the weird thing was that this place didn't scare me at all, even with their stories. In fact, I was the only person who could stay there by myself, and felt perfectly comfortable walking through the place alone in the dark (I am not a fan of the dark). I felt like I was being watched, but that was it, and it didn't feel malicious. My two roommates felt they weren't wanted in the house.

One of the last straws with them happened while I was staying with my family for a few days. Lenny was trying to tough it out and stay in the house. He felt uncomfortable in his room, so he figured since the ghosts obviously liked me, he'd sleep in my room. I guess they didn't like that, because according to him (confirmed with his girlfriend) my bed started shaking violently.

Like I said, its possible they were just yanking my chain the whole time, or the two ghosts were feminists:-P

bluenutria @ 8/29/2008 7:28:37 PM

« saintstace : Noob placeholder

Do you have pictures?

saintstace @ 8/29/2008 4:19:14 PM

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meggysue @ 8/29/2008 2:23:02 PM

« bluenutria : Sometimes I wake up screaming, dreaming of a man in my room. I don't sleep well with other people unless they don't move at all. Once, I nearly strangled a friend while I screamed in his face. After that, word got around that Dan was a night screamer.

LOL I have to tell you about this. I might have a similar reputation in some circles. It's not a ghost story, sorry about the threadjack.

My first car was a dark green, 4 on the floor, 1968 Ford Cortina. It was an English Ford, made in Germany, sold in the US but only for a couple of years. My dad bought it for $225 (this was in 1975) and gave it to me when I moved out. Needless to say, parts were hard to get, and when it broke down, it was a pain.

My clutch was starting to go. My roommate, Eileen, had her grandfather's 1957 Toyota Land Cruiser and was a parts manager at a Toyota dealership, so knew a lot about cars. When my cousin Steve (Dad's side) came to visit one Thanksgiving, I decided I'd drive him back to Maryland despite Eileen's dire admonitions. My cousin, his stuff, my cat Skeezix and I got there fine, but then there was the drive back.

In Alexandria, VA, my car decided not to shift anymore. Big surprise there. Eileen and I had met a couple of sisters from Alexandria when we'd gone camping at Crabtree Falls, VA a few months before, and I got off the interstate at their exit, eased my car to the side of the road, put a note on the windshield, held my cat to my shoulder, and walked to Terri and Doni Baber's place in rush hour traffic. That was an experience, especially iron-gripping a terrified feline. They graciously let me stay. Swallowing my pride, I called Eileen.

You never heard such I told you so's and why should I help you's? in your life. After several minutes of berating me, she grudgingly agreed to come and bring our friend Jack (who lived with her brother, downstairs from us) with her. He was a mechanic, so could jury-rig my car to get it home.

When they arrived, she was pretty worked up and proceeded to berate me some more. This really pissed me off, but since I was depending on her help, I couldn't say much. The evening wore on, and it was finally time for bed.

Terri and Doni's apartment was laid out so that the living room was in front of the two bedrooms, with a hallway on the left. Jack got the fold-out bed in the LR, Eileen and I got Doni's bed, and Terri and Doni slept in Terri's room.

During the night, my brain continued to brew over the mistreatment I had suffered. I was not just pissed; I was hurt, and I wanted revenge. So, in my dream, I devised a plan.

I got out of the bed and tiptoed across the room, snickering to myself about how great it would be to scare the crap out of her. I got to the other end of the room (which was twice as long as in real life) and turned around to come back when I heard a low pitched growl.

I looked up to see a Rottweiler staring me down. (I'd just seen The Omen a few days before.) It had no intentions to let me pass. I decided to test it a little, and growled questioningly back. It responded, leaving little doubt that it could, and would, rip me limb from limb if it so desired.

The only thing I could figure out to do was play dead, so I laid down on the chaise lounge between me and the Rottweiler, tried not to breathe, and closed my eyes.

Of course, the Rottie attacked me. And I screamed. REALLY LOUD. Scaring the crap out of Eileen (and everyone else in the house!) When she fell out of the bed, waking me up, I started laughing hysterically. Mission accomplished!

Of course, then I had to explain, and she and I both were snorting with laughter, waking up everyone in the apartment building. No more haranguing. It was great.

Postscript: Jack fixed my car enough to drive it home, and Eileen and I picked up a hitchhiker from Montreal on the way back to Norfolk who spoke absolutely no English. We fed him venison meatloaf, partied with him, thoroughly confused him, and took him to the nearest highway in the morning to resume his journey. I had the car for a couple more years until the engine burnt up on the Virginia Beach Expressway. Sold the car for the cost of the new tires, $250.

saintstace @ 8/29/2008 12:34:21 PM

« suckersklub : I suggest you upload it first, then post a link...

Because I kind of cannot access your C: drive.

Smartass. I edited that right away, you weren't supposed to see that.

suckersklub @ 8/28/2008 7:35:26 PM

« saintstace:

C:Documents and SettingsstapetLocal SettingsTemporary Internet FilesOLK27

I suggest you upload it first, then post a link...

Because I kind of cannot access your C: drive.

saintstace @ 8/28/2008 7:20:24 PM

Maybe if it paid rent I could afford a better camera. I was amazed this morning that it (sorta) showed up on film. Now that I'm at the office the photos seem anti climatic. My work PC is putting the kabosh on uploading pics. I'll post them when I get hom...

Rambo2020 @ 8/28/2008 3:20:42 PM

« suckersklub : Lucky me: I was able to take a snapshot of the 'Thing in my Corridor' today.

Not for the squeamish.

is that tall white ghost looking thing supposed to be there? lol

jhordie @ 8/28/2008 2:58:25 PM

maven @ 8/28/2008 2:39:47 PM

« suckersklub : Lucky me: I was able to take a snapshot of the 'Thing in my Corridor' today.

Seriously, bleach.

Just saying.

suckersklub @ 8/28/2008 2:37:48 PM

Lucky me: I was able to take a snapshot of the 'Thing in my Corridor' today.

Not for the squeamish.

maven @ 8/28/2008 2:24:11 PM

« hOOsker : So "evil spirits" are really just "supernatural bums" that you can't get rid of?

...fooking ghost bums!

You've never heard of a spiritual mooch?

bluenutria @ 8/28/2008 2:19:16 PM

« hOOsker:So "evil spirits" are really just "supernatural bums" that you can't get rid of?

...fooking ghost bums!

Saintstace should demand that he/she/they pay rent.

hOOsker @ 8/28/2008 9:22:53 AM

« suckersklub:*slaps*

It's an evil spirit, dude!

So "evil spirits" are really just "supernatural bums" that you can't get rid of?

...fooking ghost bums!

suckersklub @ 8/28/2008 9:19:19 AM

bump out of curiosity:

waiting for bedroom thing pics!

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 8:41:16 PM

I'm totally with Sukersklub on this one. We have to live here. Been here two years and nothing has changed yet. What if it's been sleeping this whole time and I wake it up?

T1000 @ 8/27/2008 8:22:44 PM

EXORCISE THE DEMON!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VQhkb6iHxI

4:04

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 7:12:50 PM

« suckersklub : Not sure whether encouraging it to leave its place is a good idea if it hasn't thought of that itself yet. We don't want around the entire house, do we?

But it's not it's house. They have to leave if we ask them to. I don't know why, but that's how it works.

I'd personally ask it why it's in our world and why it stays in the corner before I asked it to leave.

suckersklub @ 8/27/2008 7:06:23 PM

« imnotyoo : Ask why he's here, why he's always in that corner

Not sure whether encouraging it to leave its place is a good idea if it hasn't thought of that itself yet. We don't want around the entire house, do we?

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 7:00:11 PM

My dad asked an unpleasant spirit to leave before. It came back when my dad was painting the stairs on the day that we moved.

So you could tell your corner friend to leave but mention that he's welcome back when you leave the property for good.

You could also have some new age person come over and try talking with the corner guy. Ask why he's here, why he's always in that corner, what's keeping him in our world, etc. Maybe the little guy just needs some compassion and understanding.

bluenutria @ 8/27/2008 6:29:44 PM

« suckersklub : *slaps*

It's an evil spirit, dude!

It never hurts to ask!

*ahem*

Could you please leave? I think we'd rather like you to, if it's not an inconvenience.

suckersklub @ 8/27/2008 6:25:55 PM

« bluenutria : Maybe this is an obvious question, but have you demanded that it leave?

*slaps*

It's an evil spirit, dude!

bluenutria @ 8/27/2008 6:18:33 PM

« saintstace : I was think of that earlier. I'll give it a try. If this backfires on me and I anger the "thing" I'll be sleeping on Plime's couch tonight.

Maybe this is an obvious question, but have you demanded that it leave?

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 5:37:45 PM

I was think of that earlier. I'll give it a try. If this backfires on me and I anger the "thing" I'll be sleeping on Plime's couch tonight.

suckersklub @ 8/27/2008 4:30:23 PM

« saintstace : Not to the touch. And I'm not experimenting either. I'm a wimp.

Can you post a pic of the haunted corner?

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 4:27:56 PM

I read your comment wrong and I thought the guy looking at the house was the ghost. I'm thinking, OMFG! you talked to a Ghost!

jhordie @ 8/27/2008 4:23:40 PM

« imnotyoo : *Is home alone in an old stone house, thinking maybe she shouldn't be reading this thread*

Just don't read any Stephen King books! ;)

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 4:13:32 PM

*Is home alone in an old stone house, thinking maybe she shouldn't be reading this thread*

jhordie @ 8/27/2008 3:31:26 PM

« saintstace : Not to the touch. And I'm not experimenting either. I'm a wimp.

Any chance of moving?? I would seriously consider it if it were me. sheesh!

I had one interesting experience several years ago. A friend of mine was renting a house that the owners said had a ghost. They figured it was the original owner of the house and called him George.

My friend thought she had maybe seen shapes, but nothing specific. One day she had an open house kind of thing and a man came in to talk to her. He wanted to see the house because he had a lot of childhood memories of it. He was in the boyscouts I think it was, and George was a leader. He would fill his backyard with water in the winter so they could iceskate and other stuff.

I don't know if this was the trigger or just all the people in the house, but a friend and I were sitting in chairs in the kitchen talking. To my left was the doorway into the livingroom where all the people were.

I saw a man come up to the doorway and lean on it like he was listening to our conversation. I was kind of annoyed that he was listening in on our conversation but finished what I was saying to my friend.

I then looked over to see who it was. There wasn't anyone there. I looked at my friend and said "I could have sworn someone was standing there". She said she was relieved I said something so she didn't have to worry she was losing her mind.

I got up to go look for him in the livingroom. She called after me that I wasn't going to find him. Even though it was out of the corner of my eye, I knew that he was wearing a plaid shirt and tan pants.

Well, I searched the rest of the downstairs and even went outside but found no one wearing those clothes. I figured it must have been George. I don't think the people living there had ever had that clear of a sighting of him though. I never did ask my friend specifically what she saw, because she was actually facing the door.

*kicks self*

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 3:28:32 PM

« saintstace : Not to the touch. And I'm not experimenting either. I'm a wimp.

Poke it with a stick! Poke it with a stick!!!!

But seriously, I hope you're renting so you can move at the end of your lease. Otherwise, I hope you have a damn comfy couch.

I think it would be fun to have an overnight guest and insist that they sleep in your room and that you will sleep on the couch as a "gracious host". See if they're paler in the morning, or, better yet, maybe they'll tell you that they think your house is haunted.

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 2:31:43 PM

« AutumnLotus : Is this "thing" tangible?

Not to the touch. And I'm not experimenting either. I'm a wimp.

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 2:26:58 PM

« suckersklub : Fascinating! How did you find out it's there?

You can see it, and sense it. It's has a distinct form in both daylight and night. It's the oddest thing because it doesn't do anything. It doesn't move, it's always the same tempurature as the room.... but it has a very strong presence. I can't really explain how it damn scary it is and how solid and alive it feels. It took almost two months to get the dog to sleep in his bed in our room. He'll cock his ears and stare at it until he falls asleep or sometimes just go back to the livingroom and sleep on the hardwoods.

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 2:00:32 PM

« Rambo2020 : Did your mom see it too?

Nope; I was the only one to see it.

Rambo2020 @ 8/27/2008 1:21:27 PM

« imnotyoo : It was this young lady who was just hovering in the road looking right at me. She was translucent and tented blue and she was wearing one of those super old school dresses. I drove through her and part of her went through my arm. My mom was with me and freaked out that I was freaking out.

It's probably good to mention that this was about a year before my first hallucinogenic experience.

WoW...thats krazy. I always wanted to see something, like an apparation. But then i have to ask myself...Do I really think I could handle it. I would freak out, lol. Did your mom see it too?

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 1:09:59 PM

« meggysue : When I called my sister Barbara to tell her, she about flipped out. She had been to the movies that night to see (of all things) the Exorcist. Needless to say, neither of us slept well.

As Suebe would say...

"Come wipe the water off my monitor!"

meggysue @ 8/27/2008 12:06:37 PM

This story sounds fantastic, but it's not a joke, I promise you.

When I was 19, I moved to Florida and met some people through a Psi seminar (similar to est, if that helps.) They were a bit eccentric. She was an astrologer, and he had a portrait studio that they used as a seance parlor at night. One night, my friend Linda and I went to one of their seances. There were maybe 20 of us there.

They started off with a prayer to ward off any evil spirits, which I found an interesting practice. Then the medium went into a trance, and people started asking her questions. Some were answered very matter-of-factly. Other responses were a little strange.

When it was my turn, I had two questions. I wanted to know why I was so afraid of cockroaches (FL cockroaches are gigantic, and fly.) She didn't want to answer my question, but when I insisted, she told me it was because I'd been buried alive in a coffin full of cockroaches in another life, as a punishment. Pretty vivid.

Then, I asked about my (and Bornbad's) grandmother, who had passed away in 1972. I will never forget what happened. She said, "She's here with us, would you like to talk with her?" Of course, I said yes. No words were exchanged, but the room was suddenly changed, and misted over with a golden light that felt overwhelmingly like my grandmother's love. I basked in it for a few minutes, then it went away.

A few others asked their questions, and the seance was over. But, before we got up to leave, the medium asked, "Whose grandmother was that?" I was not the only one who had such an intense experience that night.

When I called my sister Barbara to tell her, she about flipped out. She had been to the movies that night to see (of all things) the Exorcist. Needless to say, neither of us slept well.

I don't know for certain what I experienced, but it sure was good to be with my grandmother again.

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 11:44:40 AM

More ghost stories from other Plimates (and more from me too), here:

http://www.plime.com/weird/l/62522/1/

imnotyoo @ 8/27/2008 11:40:58 AM

« Rambo2020 : What did you see? :-/

It was this young lady who was just hovering in the road looking right at me. She was translucent and tented blue and she was wearing one of those super old school dresses. I drove through her and part of her went through my arm. My mom was with me and freaked out that I was freaking out.

It's probably good to mention that this was about a year before my first hallucinogenic experience.

doggylives @ 8/27/2008 9:47:47 AM

« Rambo2020 : What did you see? :-/

A picture of Sucker?

Rambo2020 @ 8/27/2008 9:43:04 AM

« imnotyoo : Yes.

Scared the hell outta me and almost crashed the car cause I was scared so bad.

What did you see? :-/

Rambo2020 @ 8/27/2008 9:30:23 AM

haha...funny that you said that b/c in the photo she is seen in the background walking past his Bedroom doorway. It is a very creepy pic as she is looking into his room at him. His back was to the doorway.

*edit, he may or may not have had sex with her, lol.

suckersklub @ 8/27/2008 9:27:39 AM

« Rambo2020 : There is a ghost girl in my house. Smarty1052 was the first to discover her in a photo

I have difficulties believing that your brother discovered a female... entity living in your house for years, and failed to have sex with her at least once.

AutumnLotus @ 8/27/2008 9:22:57 AM

« saintstace : 'Thing in the Bedroom'

Is this "thing" tangible?

suckersklub @ 8/27/2008 9:16:24 AM

« saintstace : 'Thing in the Bedroom'

Fascinating! How did you find out it's there?

saintstace @ 8/27/2008 9:10:32 AM

It's strange that I came across this thread as I can't get back to sleep after the 'Thing in the Bedroom' scared me again. Our house is not haunted; just one corner of the bedroom. From the ceiling above the bedroom door and covering part of the door is this presence. It doesn't move, it has a shape that's not square but not round and covers a 2 foot width and 4 foot length of the ceiling and covers the top two feet of the door, just enough to make me not want to go through the door when I'm terrified. Sometimes it's very visible and sometimes is more of feeling, but it is always there. Some nights I'll wake up and it will be so dense that I can see it in the dark. It feels mean and calculating and rarely do we go through a night where my partner or I (or both) end up sleeping on the couch.

Rambo2020 @ 7/18/2008 10:04:23 AM

edit*Oh yea, Bump*

There is a ghost girl in my house. Smarty1052 was the first to discover her in a photo, but i'll let him explain that one if he wants.

I have had many 'encounters' with her. the latest one i was downstairs in my basement playing xbox360. it was on a 27" screen, so a pretty nice size TV. my basement is split up into two sides. The laundry room side, and the carpeted playroom. Well the door to the laundry room was halfway open, as it usually is, and a light was on in there. i had my back to the laundry room, as i was in the play room. i powered off my xbox360 w/ the wireless controller. and i was staring into the black TV screen, i noticed in the reflection the lights were going 'funny' in the laundry room. instead of turning around i continued looking in the reflection. and i SAW a white figure move across the doorway in the laundry room. i did not immediately turn around. i eventually made my way to the laundry room about 5seconds later (scared $h!tless, lol) and slowly opened the door fully. and looked behind it. i didnt see anything and ran upstairs, lol.

teresag @ 6/11/2008 9:29:25 PM

You saw Sam S.? I haven't seen him since high school graduation night. What a guy.

donteatpoop @ 6/11/2008 7:56:32 PM

« chinook : I think I saw a samsquanch today.

In reality, I think it was an albino black bear, but a samsquanch just sounds WAY more funny.

And no, it wasn't blurry.

samsquanch? WTF?

chinook @ 6/11/2008 7:40:01 PM

I think I saw a samsquanch today.

In reality, I think it was an albino black bear, but a samsquanch just sounds WAY more funny.

And no, it wasn't blurry.

BrownTrout @ 3/11/2007 12:46:26 PM

DEP and I were talking about UFO's and it got me wondering how many of you have ever experienced something a little more down to Earth... like a ghost or the "paranormal?"

A personal experience...

My friend lived in a VERY old house. He was convinced it was haunted. I never gave it much consideration until I spent an evening over there. We were the only ones in the house, yet we heard people running back and forth on the floor above us and saw what looked like hands gripping the railing of the stairs. The noise stopped as soon as we hit the steps.