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When I was in school in Nacogdoches Tx, there was a restraunt there called La Hacienda where I worked part time to get some extra cash for beer etc.
The thing about this place is that it was one of the very first houses ever built in the city when it was "becoming" a town (Nac is the oldest town in Texas). So this old house stood for literally a couple hundred years, and when I got there, it was a really cool place to eat - it was a great place to work, steeped in Tx history, just a gorgeous old house.
Anyhoo, story goes that upstairs where the bar was happened to be the little girl's room way back when the original owners lived there. Her name was Judith and she tragically died of smallpox when she was around 6 years old. She still lived in the house after she died and loved having so many people around and so many things always going on. She was a little mischevious and enjoyed playing tricks on the folks who worked there.
Of course, when they told me all of this, I thought it was all bollocks - you know, "scare the new guy," etc. But one night, after we had all cleaned up the kitchen and counted all of the money, turned out the lights and left the building, I happened to look up to the second floor, and saw this little girl waving at us in the window. I mean, she was THERE, just like you and me, curtains parted and waving at us. She was a cute little kid with blonde ringlettes with red bows on either side of her head and a white frilly dress... I looked at my manager and the other cook with us and said, "Hey, there's still a little girl in there man! She's at the window!" They looked up and saw her too and kind of freaked out (my manager thinking "lawsuit" I'm sure).
The three of us went back in immediately, turned on the lights, and headed straight upstairs - but we never found her. We looked everywhere. In the kitchen, in the bar, behind the bar, everywhere. Not even anything at the window where we saw her. That kind of made me a believer...
Then my manager told us a story that, one evening, he was the only person in the restaraunt after everyone had left (doing inventory I believe) and he noticed a red balloon tied to the bannister of the stairs. He took it down and said he was confused because he hadn't seen it before (kind of hard to miss really) but the hostesses gave balloons out to kids all the time (they tied the balloons in that spot just to be ready). He figured he must have missed it earlier when doing the inventory, just not paying attention. When he finished his count and was leaving the building, he happened to look down the hall again, and there was another red balloon tied to the bannister, in the same place. Just floating there. He never heard a thing.
The house is still there on North Street although since I left, the restraunt closed. I hear that the school bought it and now they store drama props in there. It makes me sad, really, because now poor Judith is all alone in there, probably wishing someone would come see her.
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My own experiences in the oldest town in Texas.
http://books.google.com/books?id=GtsmF3aJfW0C&pg=PA373&lpg=PA373&am...
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Central Ohio is filled with local legends and ghost stories.
We have Kenyon College
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-keny.html
We have the Old Ohio Penitentiary
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-osp.html
The Buxton Inn in Granville
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-buxt.html
I've lived in 2 houses - in 2 different towns - that leave no doubt in my mind as to the existence of those who haven't quite completely left this world.
Susie's Grave is perhaps the most scared I've ever been trying to hunt for ghosts. There is a bit of debate over the location of Susie's Grave but the legend is the same. Little Susie loved to play in the woods near her house. She died in a house fire and was buried nearby. Visitors to her grave bringing a gift of a doll will be treated to the sight of Little Susie dancing through the woods.
The complete story of my attempt to visit Susie's Grave can be found here:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1087965/a_halloween_visit_to_susies_grave.html?cat=44
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Oh, and by the way, it happened in the Castle of Bouillon (Belgium). I'm a history passionate and while visiting the castle, I taught my partner everything about the customs in the MiddleAges. When in the flag room, I thought he was behind me, his head on my shoulder and was talking about the flags displayed all around the room. The conversation last for 10 minutes. And, suddenly, I saw my partner... arriving form another part of the room. The "other" disappeared at the same time and I still wonder who I was talking to!
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Girls on the all female wing of Boreman Hall regularly have encounters with the supernatural. Every night around 1:30am the girls hear noises in the attic and occasionally things will be knocked off desks. On one encounter a girl saw an apparition of an old lady in the bathroom who then walked through the wall. More recently, a member of Boreman Hall's cleaning staff saw odd shadows and heard noises around a corner and then saw nothing, it scared her so bad she screamed loud enough to wake up most of the floor.
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The night sky is clear, and the cold of midwinter has settled in. The four of us are watching our breath form clouds as we walk home from the club. As we walk past a catholic school, one of the girls stops us, and walks us to the bottom edge of an overhead walkway, and tells us to look up. Above us, looking down from the windowed walkway was a black form, with bright white shining from it's eyes. Everybody jumps back, and laughs, realizing it was a statue of a nun, and a trick of the moon's reflecting light. But it put us in the mind of ghost stories, and Savannah is full of them.
There is a bronze statue on River St, of Florence Martus, holding a waving cloth. At night, it appears to actually move, waving towards the river.
http://photos.igougo.com/images/p45063-Savannah-Waving_Girl.jpg
The fountain in Forsythe Park. You can go change those fountain nozzles to be uniform and symmetrical, and beautiful. But the next morning, they will be back in the exact same disarray as before. Plumbers have tried to fix it or even find an explanation, but cannot. You can watch th water streams turn in the dark, but they will not move during the day.
http://parisparfait.typepad.com/paris_parfait/images/2008/07/01/fountain_in_savannah.jpg
We got a bit lost after visiting the fountain, and found ourselves near an old hospital. One of the guys knew an entrance to the Savannah Catacombs nearby, so we went in. This part of the catacombs was a part of the hospital at the turn of the century.. not this one, but the last one, 1900. More specifically, this was the "Underground" wing, holding the mental patients, and the morgue. Security, and cool underground temperatures made it optimal for both, you see. So we went in, goofing on everything, wandering around with only keychain flashlights, and a couple zippos. We found a walled up door that nobody else had torn down yet, and set about removing the boards.
Behind that door, was an examination room. There was a steel table with a drain in it, but we were nowhere near the morgue. There were shackles on the wall. On a collapsed table in the corner, was a notebook, that crumbled as it was opened. It's secrets lost. Along one wall, was a row of berths.. or beds that pull down from a wall. We were sitting on them for about an hour before we realized they were for corpse storage. The room had been used for experimentation.
The room got colder as the night went on. We didn't notice the draft getting worse. As if wind was blowing under ground. We began to hear rattling. We began to hear eerie whistling. And it was coming from the doorway we had entered. There were no footsteps. There were no voices. But none of us could explain the sounds. And of course, none were willing to go look, or leave by the same way.
That's when a head peeked around the corner. It looked right past us, as if we were not there. It's lips moved, but no sound came out. Then, it vanished, and we heard footsteps at last, running.. and then splashing down the hall.
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When I moved into the house where I live now, I thought I had a poltergeist. All night long after my 12 year old son and I went to bed, there would be noises that sounded like things being flung across the room. Things would fall off of counters in the kitchen, and sometimes there were noises we could never even trace the origin to. My son got so scared, he wanted to sleep in my room. One night I had had enough, so I sat up in bed and screamed, "Stop it! You can stay here, but you have to be quiet!" The noises stopped, and we never heard them again.
One day my Haitian friend, who is a Voudoun priestess, came to my house for the first time. When she walked in, she stopped and put her hand to her chest and said, "Oh my!" She was looking all around the room and her eyes were as big as saucers. I said "What?" and she said, "You have so many people here, but they love you soooo much!"
I asked her if she could see them, and she said she could. She then proceeded to describe my father, husband, brother, grandmother, and uncle...all passed away. She told me which ones lived here all the time and which ones came and went. I told her to tell them they could stay, if they stayed quiet. She laughed and said "They already know that!"
I asked her about a bell sound that I heard in my room at night. It seemed that whenever I was unhappy, I would hear this bell that seemed to be ringing right inside the wall behind my bed. Others heard it too. There are no windows or pipes in that wall, nothing that would make that sound.
She pointed at the rocking chair in the living room, and said "Dat one dere ring dat bell. He say it's fuh yu know it's him." She described my father. My father had throat cancer before he died, and he had a laryngectomy. He could not call out to us, so we gave him a bell to put next to his bed, which he would ring when he needed something.
There was no way that she could have known that. My father died in my home state, many years before we met.
Ever since then, my home seems to be a haven for spirits. I have a ghost cat that jumps up on my bed at night and walks down the side like my cat used to do before he curled up next to me to go to sleep.
I also have someone who stands by my bed breathing. My friend says it's my husband, who died in a motorcycle accident, and refuses to leave the earth, because he wants to stay with me. Sometimes, I feel him sit on the end of the bed, and I've felt him touch my hair.
I actually feel safe here with all these people. Like she said, they love me sooo much.
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The first is Angel Eyes. Back in the 70's my mother and her rowdy friends decided to go and paint her eyes with glow in the dark paint. This grave resembles a 6 year old girl who was raped and beaten to death by her father and 15 year old brother. It is said that at dead time every night you can see her at her father and brothers tombstones hitting and kicking the stones and the ground but he hands and feets only go through the stone or into the ground.
The second is called the death bed (see last picture). This is a tomb for a husband and wife, the story behind it is, when they went to get their plot, they went to search for the perfect tombstone as well. The wife found a bed like tombstone and she loved it, she layed on top of it, and saw her death. As her husband awaits his passing his wife was buried underneath the bed that showed her her death. It is said that if you lay ontop of it you will see her and she will show you exactly how you'll die as she cackles.
The third is called the death bench, couldn't find any pictures. It's basically the same thing as the death bed, but for children. The tombstone dates back to 1889 and there is a 3 year old child buried underneath. It is said if a child lays on top that not only will they see their death but they will be given a choice of death or becoming pure evil. At night, around dead time (3AM if you didn't know) it is said that if you walk within 20 feet of the death bench you hear childrens laughter, hundreds of children...if an adult sits upon the bench the laughter will stop and a satanic laugh begins and across to the next section or tombs you see children arise from the ground (most reported was 8) and they run at you with incredible speed, leaving you breathless and running for the exit.
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Groundskeeper told me these...he is 86 years old.
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She was the 22 year old wife of an English sea captain. I say was because he ended up brutally murdering her and her newborn baby. You see the captain had gone to sea and when he left his young wife was not pregnant when he returned she was with child. It doesn't take a genius to she she had been unfaithful.
Upon witnessing the baby and realizing his wife was and adulteress he locked her in a closet for three days while he murdered her newborn, reportedly burying the lifeless body somewhere on the property they lived on. Nobody is sure where.
After three days he let young Elizabeth out from her prison and told her the news and when confronted for his actions she was stabbed repeatedly and thrown alive down a well.
Everyone who has looked for Elizabeth's ghost has seen it and even some who were not looking for a paranormal experience at all have been spooked by her presence. This home from the 1700's still stands here in Nashua and it is now occupied by a restaurant called The Country Tavern.
Elizabeth has never left, she walks the property looking for the spot her murdered baby is buried.
I have worked there in the past and witnessed her antics. A bit playful and mysterious she often appears as a phantom or traces of Elizabeth can be seen in flying dishes, moved, missing of flying glassware and appearing in the ladies restroom in the lower level.
The closet where she was imprisoned now houses the restaurants AC unit and the homes well is capped but clearly visible in the front yard. Many folks are attracted to the spot initially by the story and skepticism but soon become believers as Elizabeth Ford is never far from sight.
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http://www.scarynewengland.com/nhstories.html#Nashua
http://www.hollowhill.com/nh/nh.htm
http://activerain.com/blogsview/759303/got-ghosts-country-tavern-restaurant...
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After her passing, word starting going around on the street of people seeing Jan. Here are a few "sightings" of her:
- Soon after she died, my grandfather remembers seeing her at the edge of his bed. She was wearing the same blue dress she was buried in and all she said was goodbye to my grandfather. A neighbor across the street who was also good friends with Jan, reported having the same thing happen to her.
- My sister was interested in buying Jan's house and asked for a realtor to take her on a tour. My other sister tagged along and when she was standing near the kitchen, she heard a faint woman's voice say angrily "What are you all doing here?"
- My bedroom windows faced the side of Jan's house where her bedroom was. One night, I was at my desk working on homework when I started to stare out of my windows. From the corner of my eye, I saw a faint glow move near Jan's bedroom window. I shook it off but looked again real quick and it walked by again. I immediately bolted out of my chair (breaking it!) and ran across the hall into the bathroom (which my sister was currently occupying at the time - oops!). I was terrified though since nobody occupied what once was Jan's house.
- A man eventually bought the house to try and remodel it. He kept telling us about strange feelings on the back of his neck and cold drafts in the middle of a hot day. He wasn't aware of who Jan was. He didn't finish remodeling and moved out.
- The freakiest appearance Jan ever made was at her daughter's hair salon. A customer went to use the bathroom and came running out screaming with her pants around her ankles. Everyone said she was pale and kept telling Jan's daughter "Your mother is in there! Your mother is in there!"
There haven't been anymore sightings in the past few years. Then again, nobody has bought Jan's house either. Everyone who moved in, moved right out and it has been on the market forever. It's a really nice house, something about it though is just creepy!
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"When I was young I used to move around a lot. I used to, as my mother put it, "Strive for attention" from stupid things. That's what she categorized this as.
At about the age of 10 when we first moved into the old house I had never had a paranormal experience. I had seen shows and read books about things like that but they never happened to me so I thought that they were mostly made up. My room was on the third floor. There were three floors in this house. My mother and younger sister had their rooms on the second floor but to be difficult I decided that I wanted to sleep alone on the third floor.
One night while I was sitting in my room reading a book I thought I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged it off because this house was old so I thought it was just the place I was in playing tricks on me. The shadow didn't move and I still ignored it. When my older brother came home from collage I let him sleep in my room with me because I kept seeing the shadow but I wanted to be brave and sleep in my own room. A couple nights into his break home from collage I woke up to music. It sounded like a little child singing "One, Two buckle my shoe, Three, Four, shut the door" a soft giggle then there was a soft click and the bathroom door had shut. I quickly scrambled into bed with my brother who looked at me. He had been up listening to the whole thing. I remember asking him...
"Adam what was that?" and him answering "Rin I don't know just stay with me and we will be fine" We both sat there shaking.
The next morning my mother was sitting at the kitchen table when we came bolting down the stairs. I launched into the whole story and my mother laughed.
"Rinny Bear"
She said softly touching my face,
"Honey it was all in your imagination"
My brother shook his head and told my mom that it wasn't just me hearing this. She sighed and sent us on our way thinking that he was helping me get some attention. She ignored it until one night we were all sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. We were sitting there and all of a sudden there was giggling going on in my little sister's room. Then there were footsteps and more laughing.
My mom went up stairs to check and there was no one there. She insisted that it was all our imaginations and continued to ignore it until about a year after we moved into the house. No one had been harmed but since she was watching Anna and I and trying to hold down a job she sold the house.
The people that bought it turned out to know who lived there before us. In the late 1800's there used to be a family that lived there that had 9 kids. The two youngest girls died there one after the other due to disease. We haven't been back to the house since but we haven't had anymore paranormal experiences since then."
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October 21, 2009 03:07 PM
What is the best ghost story in your town or city?
Let's bring the community 'spirits' together for All Hallows Eve!
Pick out a great local ghost story, or even one that you experienced yourself.
I would like some great stories here, so I will also be handing out tips!
Since I am temporarily residing in Mobile, Alabama, I will choose one that the locals here love, and one that I have seen myself.
There is an oak tree in the Church Street Graveyard called 'The Boyington Oak'.
Charles Boyington was hanged in 1835 for killing his best friend. He claimed he was innocent all the way to the gallows and swore when they put the noose around his neck that an oak tree would grow on his grave to proclaim his innocence.
The entire story can be seen here
http://motomom.tripod.com/BoyingtonOak
It's funny when I went to see this oak tree, I went and sat down at the base of the tree and got a very cold chill. It was 85 degrees that day.
Pick out a great local ghost story, or even one that you experienced yourself.
I would like some great stories here, so I will also be handing out tips!
Since I am temporarily residing in Mobile, Alabama, I will choose one that the locals here love, and one that I have seen myself.
There is an oak tree in the Church Street Graveyard called 'The Boyington Oak'.
Charles Boyington was hanged in 1835 for killing his best friend. He claimed he was innocent all the way to the gallows and swore when they put the noose around his neck that an oak tree would grow on his grave to proclaim his innocence.
The entire story can be seen here
http://motomom.tripod.com/BoyingtonOak
It's funny when I went to see this oak tree, I went and sat down at the base of the tree and got a very cold chill. It was 85 degrees that day.
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| October 21, 2009 09:09 PM |
The thing about this place is that it was one of the very first houses ever built in the city when it was "becoming" a town (Nac is the oldest town in Texas). So this old house stood for literally a couple hundred years, and when I got there, it was a really cool place to eat - it was a great place to work, steeped in Tx history, just a gorgeous old house.
Anyhoo, story goes that upstairs where the bar was happened to be the little girl's room way back when the original owners lived there. Her name was Judith and she tragically died of smallpox when she was around 6 years old. She still lived in the house after she died and loved having so many people around and so many things always going on. She was a little mischevious and enjoyed playing tricks on the folks who worked there.
Of course, when they told me all of this, I thought it was all bollocks - you know, "scare the new guy," etc. But one night, after we had all cleaned up the kitchen and counted all of the money, turned out the lights and left the building, I happened to look up to the second floor, and saw this little girl waving at us in the window. I mean, she was THERE, just like you and me, curtains parted and waving at us. She was a cute little kid with blonde ringlettes with red bows on either side of her head and a white frilly dress... I looked at my manager and the other cook with us and said, "Hey, there's still a little girl in there man! She's at the window!" They looked up and saw her too and kind of freaked out (my manager thinking "lawsuit" I'm sure).
The three of us went back in immediately, turned on the lights, and headed straight upstairs - but we never found her. We looked everywhere. In the kitchen, in the bar, behind the bar, everywhere. Not even anything at the window where we saw her. That kind of made me a believer...
Then my manager told us a story that, one evening, he was the only person in the restaraunt after everyone had left (doing inventory I believe) and he noticed a red balloon tied to the bannister of the stairs. He took it down and said he was confused because he hadn't seen it before (kind of hard to miss really) but the hostesses gave balloons out to kids all the time (they tied the balloons in that spot just to be ready). He figured he must have missed it earlier when doing the inventory, just not paying attention. When he finished his count and was leaving the building, he happened to look down the hall again, and there was another red balloon tied to the bannister, in the same place. Just floating there. He never heard a thing.
The house is still there on North Street although since I left, the restraunt closed. I hear that the school bought it and now they store drama props in there. It makes me sad, really, because now poor Judith is all alone in there, probably wishing someone would come see her.
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My own experiences in the oldest town in Texas.
http://books.google.com/books?id=GtsmF3aJfW0C&pg=PA373&lpg=PA373&am...
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October 21, 2009 04:23 PM
This time of year is SO much fun! Central Ohio is filled with local legends and ghost stories.
We have Kenyon College
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-keny.html
We have the Old Ohio Penitentiary
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-osp.html
The Buxton Inn in Granville
http://www.prairieghosts.com/oh-buxt.html
I've lived in 2 houses - in 2 different towns - that leave no doubt in my mind as to the existence of those who haven't quite completely left this world.
Susie's Grave is perhaps the most scared I've ever been trying to hunt for ghosts. There is a bit of debate over the location of Susie's Grave but the legend is the same. Little Susie loved to play in the woods near her house. She died in a house fire and was buried nearby. Visitors to her grave bringing a gift of a doll will be treated to the sight of Little Susie dancing through the woods.
The complete story of my attempt to visit Susie's Grave can be found here:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1087965/a_halloween_visit_to_susies_grave.html?cat=44
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October 21, 2009 04:34 PM
That was a great telling of a personal experience at Susie's grave!
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If you go back again... you'll have to tell us all what happened!
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If you go back again... you'll have to tell us all what happened!
October 21, 2009 05:02 PM
My own ghost story! I still can't believe I was talking to a ghost thinking that I was talking to my partner! Incredible! Ten years later I still don't believe in what I lived. Oh, and by the way, it happened in the Castle of Bouillon (Belgium). I'm a history passionate and while visiting the castle, I taught my partner everything about the customs in the MiddleAges. When in the flag room, I thought he was behind me, his head on my shoulder and was talking about the flags displayed all around the room. The conversation last for 10 minutes. And, suddenly, I saw my partner... arriving form another part of the room. The "other" disappeared at the same time and I still wonder who I was talking to!
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October 22, 2009 12:15 AM
That's pretty neat. Did this happen on a visit to Belgium, or is that where you're from?
The castle looks beautiful!
http://www.wisconsincentral.net/ImagesCulture/MarathonCastleBarn/BelgianCastle.jpg
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The castle looks beautiful!
October 22, 2009 05:59 AM
I live in Belgium but not in Bouillon; which is my favorite Belgian town and each time I go I visit the castle. Indeed, it's a beautiful one :)
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October 21, 2009 05:06 PM
WVU Dorms Girls on the all female wing of Boreman Hall regularly have encounters with the supernatural. Every night around 1:30am the girls hear noises in the attic and occasionally things will be knocked off desks. On one encounter a girl saw an apparition of an old lady in the bathroom who then walked through the wall. More recently, a member of Boreman Hall's cleaning staff saw odd shadows and heard noises around a corner and then saw nothing, it scared her so bad she screamed loud enough to wake up most of the floor.
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October 21, 2009 06:14 PM
Savannah, Georgia... The night sky is clear, and the cold of midwinter has settled in. The four of us are watching our breath form clouds as we walk home from the club. As we walk past a catholic school, one of the girls stops us, and walks us to the bottom edge of an overhead walkway, and tells us to look up. Above us, looking down from the windowed walkway was a black form, with bright white shining from it's eyes. Everybody jumps back, and laughs, realizing it was a statue of a nun, and a trick of the moon's reflecting light. But it put us in the mind of ghost stories, and Savannah is full of them.
There is a bronze statue on River St, of Florence Martus, holding a waving cloth. At night, it appears to actually move, waving towards the river.
The fountain in Forsythe Park. You can go change those fountain nozzles to be uniform and symmetrical, and beautiful. But the next morning, they will be back in the exact same disarray as before. Plumbers have tried to fix it or even find an explanation, but cannot. You can watch th water streams turn in the dark, but they will not move during the day.
We got a bit lost after visiting the fountain, and found ourselves near an old hospital. One of the guys knew an entrance to the Savannah Catacombs nearby, so we went in. This part of the catacombs was a part of the hospital at the turn of the century.. not this one, but the last one, 1900. More specifically, this was the "Underground" wing, holding the mental patients, and the morgue. Security, and cool underground temperatures made it optimal for both, you see. So we went in, goofing on everything, wandering around with only keychain flashlights, and a couple zippos. We found a walled up door that nobody else had torn down yet, and set about removing the boards.
Behind that door, was an examination room. There was a steel table with a drain in it, but we were nowhere near the morgue. There were shackles on the wall. On a collapsed table in the corner, was a notebook, that crumbled as it was opened. It's secrets lost. Along one wall, was a row of berths.. or beds that pull down from a wall. We were sitting on them for about an hour before we realized they were for corpse storage. The room had been used for experimentation.
The room got colder as the night went on. We didn't notice the draft getting worse. As if wind was blowing under ground. We began to hear rattling. We began to hear eerie whistling. And it was coming from the doorway we had entered. There were no footsteps. There were no voices. But none of us could explain the sounds. And of course, none were willing to go look, or leave by the same way.
That's when a head peeked around the corner. It looked right past us, as if we were not there. It's lips moved, but no sound came out. Then, it vanished, and we heard footsteps at last, running.. and then splashing down the hall.
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October 21, 2009 09:14 PM
To clarify now that I'm better - your story was awesome... Loved it!
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October 21, 2009 10:15 PM
:) thanks. Savannah has a TON of ghost stories, but it's an older town, so it's bound to.
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October 21, 2009 11:46 PM
I've been tempted to drive over to Savannah since there is so much history! Thanks for the juicy tidbits and stories! (yum)
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October 21, 2009 11:52 PM
The ghost tour is kinda campy, but then.. it's ghost stories. But there is a lot in Savannah that is just damned creepy. For the best ones, schedule your trip to Savannah for SCAD's dead day, and hang out with the slackers in O-House.
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October 21, 2009 08:34 PM
I've always been the one who was sensitive to spirits in my family. I always see people after they pass, starting with my brother in law, then my grandmother, my husband, my father, and recently my mother. I usually see them once, and never again. It's like they want to tell me they're o.k. When I moved into the house where I live now, I thought I had a poltergeist. All night long after my 12 year old son and I went to bed, there would be noises that sounded like things being flung across the room. Things would fall off of counters in the kitchen, and sometimes there were noises we could never even trace the origin to. My son got so scared, he wanted to sleep in my room. One night I had had enough, so I sat up in bed and screamed, "Stop it! You can stay here, but you have to be quiet!" The noises stopped, and we never heard them again.
One day my Haitian friend, who is a Voudoun priestess, came to my house for the first time. When she walked in, she stopped and put her hand to her chest and said, "Oh my!" She was looking all around the room and her eyes were as big as saucers. I said "What?" and she said, "You have so many people here, but they love you soooo much!"
I asked her if she could see them, and she said she could. She then proceeded to describe my father, husband, brother, grandmother, and uncle...all passed away. She told me which ones lived here all the time and which ones came and went. I told her to tell them they could stay, if they stayed quiet. She laughed and said "They already know that!"
I asked her about a bell sound that I heard in my room at night. It seemed that whenever I was unhappy, I would hear this bell that seemed to be ringing right inside the wall behind my bed. Others heard it too. There are no windows or pipes in that wall, nothing that would make that sound.
She pointed at the rocking chair in the living room, and said "Dat one dere ring dat bell. He say it's fuh yu know it's him." She described my father. My father had throat cancer before he died, and he had a laryngectomy. He could not call out to us, so we gave him a bell to put next to his bed, which he would ring when he needed something.
There was no way that she could have known that. My father died in my home state, many years before we met.
Ever since then, my home seems to be a haven for spirits. I have a ghost cat that jumps up on my bed at night and walks down the side like my cat used to do before he curled up next to me to go to sleep.
I also have someone who stands by my bed breathing. My friend says it's my husband, who died in a motorcycle accident, and refuses to leave the earth, because he wants to stay with me. Sometimes, I feel him sit on the end of the bed, and I've felt him touch my hair.
I actually feel safe here with all these people. Like she said, they love me sooo much.
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October 21, 2009 11:53 PM
Thank you @dsaldridge! It's nice to meet another 'sensitive' person here on Mahalo.
Sounds like you have a nice family that still looks after you.
I especially like the 'ghost kitty'
http://hauntedsandiego.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/ghost_cat1224426697.jpg
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Sounds like you have a nice family that still looks after you.
I especially like the 'ghost kitty'
October 21, 2009 08:48 PM
In my town we have a big cemetery that has a few hot spots in it for ghostly apparitions. The first is Angel Eyes. Back in the 70's my mother and her rowdy friends decided to go and paint her eyes with glow in the dark paint. This grave resembles a 6 year old girl who was raped and beaten to death by her father and 15 year old brother. It is said that at dead time every night you can see her at her father and brothers tombstones hitting and kicking the stones and the ground but he hands and feets only go through the stone or into the ground.
The second is called the death bed (see last picture). This is a tomb for a husband and wife, the story behind it is, when they went to get their plot, they went to search for the perfect tombstone as well. The wife found a bed like tombstone and she loved it, she layed on top of it, and saw her death. As her husband awaits his passing his wife was buried underneath the bed that showed her her death. It is said that if you lay ontop of it you will see her and she will show you exactly how you'll die as she cackles.
The third is called the death bench, couldn't find any pictures. It's basically the same thing as the death bed, but for children. The tombstone dates back to 1889 and there is a 3 year old child buried underneath. It is said if a child lays on top that not only will they see their death but they will be given a choice of death or becoming pure evil. At night, around dead time (3AM if you didn't know) it is said that if you walk within 20 feet of the death bench you hear childrens laughter, hundreds of children...if an adult sits upon the bench the laughter will stop and a satanic laugh begins and across to the next section or tombs you see children arise from the ground (most reported was 8) and they run at you with incredible speed, leaving you breathless and running for the exit.
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Groundskeeper told me these...he is 86 years old.
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October 22, 2009 06:31 PM
I'm near Bellingham WA USA cemetery is there. It is pretty cool...unfortunately we have to repaint Angel eyes her glow is fading...My mom said when you would drive by down the hill you could see her eyes glowing from the street....I'm just a bit of a chicken to repaint them, they purposely put the tombstone up higher so people wouldn't do it. >.<
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October 21, 2009 09:15 PM
In my city Nashua NH we have Elizabeth. She was the 22 year old wife of an English sea captain. I say was because he ended up brutally murdering her and her newborn baby. You see the captain had gone to sea and when he left his young wife was not pregnant when he returned she was with child. It doesn't take a genius to she she had been unfaithful.
Upon witnessing the baby and realizing his wife was and adulteress he locked her in a closet for three days while he murdered her newborn, reportedly burying the lifeless body somewhere on the property they lived on. Nobody is sure where.
After three days he let young Elizabeth out from her prison and told her the news and when confronted for his actions she was stabbed repeatedly and thrown alive down a well.
Everyone who has looked for Elizabeth's ghost has seen it and even some who were not looking for a paranormal experience at all have been spooked by her presence. This home from the 1700's still stands here in Nashua and it is now occupied by a restaurant called The Country Tavern.
Elizabeth has never left, she walks the property looking for the spot her murdered baby is buried.
I have worked there in the past and witnessed her antics. A bit playful and mysterious she often appears as a phantom or traces of Elizabeth can be seen in flying dishes, moved, missing of flying glassware and appearing in the ladies restroom in the lower level.
The closet where she was imprisoned now houses the restaurants AC unit and the homes well is capped but clearly visible in the front yard. Many folks are attracted to the spot initially by the story and skepticism but soon become believers as Elizabeth Ford is never far from sight.
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http://www.scarynewengland.com/nhstories.html#Nashua
http://www.hollowhill.com/nh/nh.htm
http://activerain.com/blogsview/759303/got-ghosts-country-tavern-restaurant...
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October 22, 2009 12:22 AM
If I ever make it to your neck of woods... dinner will be one me! (evil laugh)
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October 22, 2009 02:31 AM
In 1997, a neighbor of the house I grew up in passed away. Her name was Jan and she was in her 70's when she died suddenly. She was great friends with my grandfather (who lived upstairs from us) and also good friends with other elderly neighbors on the street. After her passing, word starting going around on the street of people seeing Jan. Here are a few "sightings" of her:
- Soon after she died, my grandfather remembers seeing her at the edge of his bed. She was wearing the same blue dress she was buried in and all she said was goodbye to my grandfather. A neighbor across the street who was also good friends with Jan, reported having the same thing happen to her.
- My sister was interested in buying Jan's house and asked for a realtor to take her on a tour. My other sister tagged along and when she was standing near the kitchen, she heard a faint woman's voice say angrily "What are you all doing here?"
- My bedroom windows faced the side of Jan's house where her bedroom was. One night, I was at my desk working on homework when I started to stare out of my windows. From the corner of my eye, I saw a faint glow move near Jan's bedroom window. I shook it off but looked again real quick and it walked by again. I immediately bolted out of my chair (breaking it!) and ran across the hall into the bathroom (which my sister was currently occupying at the time - oops!). I was terrified though since nobody occupied what once was Jan's house.
- A man eventually bought the house to try and remodel it. He kept telling us about strange feelings on the back of his neck and cold drafts in the middle of a hot day. He wasn't aware of who Jan was. He didn't finish remodeling and moved out.
- The freakiest appearance Jan ever made was at her daughter's hair salon. A customer went to use the bathroom and came running out screaming with her pants around her ankles. Everyone said she was pale and kept telling Jan's daughter "Your mother is in there! Your mother is in there!"
There haven't been anymore sightings in the past few years. Then again, nobody has bought Jan's house either. Everyone who moved in, moved right out and it has been on the market forever. It's a really nice house, something about it though is just creepy!
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October 22, 2009 01:11 PM
I personally never heard any ghost stories in rhode island however i just read a good one 1, 2 Buckle My Shoe, 3, 4, Shut The Door "When I was young I used to move around a lot. I used to, as my mother put it, "Strive for attention" from stupid things. That's what she categorized this as.
At about the age of 10 when we first moved into the old house I had never had a paranormal experience. I had seen shows and read books about things like that but they never happened to me so I thought that they were mostly made up. My room was on the third floor. There were three floors in this house. My mother and younger sister had their rooms on the second floor but to be difficult I decided that I wanted to sleep alone on the third floor.
One night while I was sitting in my room reading a book I thought I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged it off because this house was old so I thought it was just the place I was in playing tricks on me. The shadow didn't move and I still ignored it. When my older brother came home from collage I let him sleep in my room with me because I kept seeing the shadow but I wanted to be brave and sleep in my own room. A couple nights into his break home from collage I woke up to music. It sounded like a little child singing "One, Two buckle my shoe, Three, Four, shut the door" a soft giggle then there was a soft click and the bathroom door had shut. I quickly scrambled into bed with my brother who looked at me. He had been up listening to the whole thing. I remember asking him...
"Adam what was that?" and him answering "Rin I don't know just stay with me and we will be fine" We both sat there shaking.
The next morning my mother was sitting at the kitchen table when we came bolting down the stairs. I launched into the whole story and my mother laughed.
"Rinny Bear"
She said softly touching my face,
"Honey it was all in your imagination"
My brother shook his head and told my mom that it wasn't just me hearing this. She sighed and sent us on our way thinking that he was helping me get some attention. She ignored it until one night we were all sitting in the kitchen eating dinner. We were sitting there and all of a sudden there was giggling going on in my little sister's room. Then there were footsteps and more laughing.
My mom went up stairs to check and there was no one there. She insisted that it was all our imaginations and continued to ignore it until about a year after we moved into the house. No one had been harmed but since she was watching Anna and I and trying to hold down a job she sold the house.
The people that bought it turned out to know who lived there before us. In the late 1800's there used to be a family that lived there that had 9 kids. The two youngest girls died there one after the other due to disease. We haven't been back to the house since but we haven't had anymore paranormal experiences since then."
mike!
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October 22, 2009 01:40 PM
There`s a story in PR where a man in the 19th century was late night on a horse. He was heading towards a small bridge when he heard a baby crying. he got of his horse and searched everywhere for the crying baby. Under the bridge the baby was, all wraped up. He took the baby in his arms but when he lowered the sheet covering his face, the baby had the face of a demon like thing. the man threw the baby to the river and ran away. the story doesnt end there. Countless people have heard a woman or a baby crying on the same bridge late at night.
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grandmother
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October 22, 2009 01:53 PM
It's funny sometimes because the best belief is disbelief. I am not one that believes in ghost and I was proforming in Knoxville, TN at the Bijou Theater. I decided I would go around taunting these "spirits" I had heard so much about. You see, the Bijou had once been a hospital for Civil War soldiers in the 1800's as well as many other historic sights. Well, I just thought it was old stories that many people told, until, I was in the bathroom in the second floor greenroom upstairs. I was all alone,since it was a one stall room I knew I was all alone. When all of a suddon I heard a crash of glass at my feet. It was if someone had thrown a glass at me. I looked at the floor thinking that something had fallen on the floor, nothing was there. Needless to say I got out as fast I good. Then when developing my pictures for the profomance I noticed a figure head in the second balcony special seating area. That place is for sure haunted and I now and forever will beleive in ghost!
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myself
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Maybe we could find a ghost babysitter/nanny for Judith? It makes me sad.