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Ghosts..... Have you ever seen them?
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GASOUTHERNVOL
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Ok.
My brother and his wife rented a house in Gravel Switch, KY about 6 years ago. The man that had owned the house built it in 1986. He died in the house from an apparent heart attack in 1999. His son inherited the house and decided to rent it out.
My brother and his wife knew of this and decided to move in anyway. They were both skeptics.
After about a month of being there, they started noticing strange things happening. My brother would go out in the garage and the door would lock on him. This was a screen door with a hook. It happened often. He tried to debunk this by slamming the door to make the hook fall into the latch. He tried to let the door close slowly. He said you had to physically pull the door in for the hook to latch.
There was a cabinet door, in the kitchen that would open and slam at night after they were in bed. At least, that's where they thought the sound was coming from.
The tv in the den would come on by itself at night and then the volume would turn all the way up. The timer on the stove would go off at night as well.
They heard on more than one occasion a conversation by two people and then hear the laughter of a man. He said the conversation was always muffled and you couldn't make out the words. They would also hear foot steps in the hall that would proceed to the kitchen.
The bedroom door to their room would open slowly at night if it was closed or it would close slowly if it was open. If it was closed, the door knob would turn and if it was open the door knob would also turn and latch.
The final straw for him was during a visit by one of his friends. They were watching tv and one of their shoes took an actual step. They moved out a week later.
I know all of this sounds far fetched. I know my brother and he has no reason to lie to me about this.
He's like me, either you believe it or you don't.
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i've been here several times. i walk the line between believing i actually saw something or my mind playing tricks on me. either way, there's some pretty creepy shenanigans that go on in this place.
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here is a story from sammy hagar. if you haven't seen it, it is rather interesting. on the first clip you will need to click a couple of minutes (about 3) into the clip because it is the tail end of some other chick's story before his. the second clip is the tail end of sammy's story.
first clip:
YouTube - Celebrity Ghost Stories 2/5
second clip:
YouTube - Celebrity Ghost Stories 3/5
first clip:
YouTube - Celebrity Ghost Stories 2/5
second clip:
YouTube - Celebrity Ghost Stories 3/5
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like i was saying in my earlier posts, i did not see an actual ghost, but there was a definite energy that created something that was not possible. there were also 6 other people who experienced the exact same thing as me, so i would tend to lean towards it not being the mind playing tricks. some of the other stories people told i would tend to believe they weren't crazy either.
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I wrote this on my myspace in 2007. Every word of it happened.......sorry for the length.
The Haunt
Current mood: numb
I am going to tell you a story that will get me ridiculed by many of you and freak out a few of you. This story starts really back in my childhood when my room was upstairs (the bedroom where Matthew now sleeps when I have him). When I was around Matthew's age, many nights I would lay in bed and not be able to sleep. My parents would go to bed down the hall while my sister slept in the bedroom next to them. I could hear someone breathing loudly on many, many nights. I would call my mother into my room and tell her I was scared. The first time she asked why I was scared of the dark and I replied, "I'm not scared of the dark momma, I'm scared of the man breathing in my room." She asked me to explain and I grabbed her tightly and told her not to leave.....just listen. Momma heard it too. I asked her what it was and she had no explanation. This went on for several years but nothing ever changed and it never bothered me but as I breath I tell you it was there and very, very audible.
In my early teens I moved my bedroom to the basement where our playroom had been. When alone in the house, I would often here people walking across the floor and go upstairs expecting to see one of my parents. Most times I ended up wandering around the house looking for them only to discover I was still alone. It got to the point I would just holler instead of walk all the way up there. My friends that I grew up with witnessed this many times and it was kind of funny to see them the first time it happened while they were here. Many times it would happen in the night and I would go see if someone was sleep walking only to find the rest of the family sound asleep. It got to a point where if someone said they didn't believe in ghosts, my friends would tell them to stay at John's house.
The reasons I tell you those stories is to really prepare you for what happened Friday. But first, I must preface it with what I think has happened and why this is going on now. I have only told this part of the story to my girlfriend and only after Friday did I tell her this part. Several months ago a friend of mine told me they were very sick. This person is dear to me and is very young and has their whole life ahead of them (not that I'm 87 but it's the way I think, sorry). I freaked out after hearing this and couldn't imagine life without this person. I paused, closed my eyes, and spoke to God. Now I have never been dumb enough (some people will argue here) to mess with God, much less make a deal with Him. I told God that if He would immediately heal this person, I would give up His protection from satan for one year. The only stipulation I put on the deal was satan could not go after Matthew. I believed it so strongly that my heart all of a sudden and I know He put that feeling of healing in me. It was done! So I kept it to myself, it was only to ever be known to God and this person could live a happy normal life. Then I waited for the pacing lion to attack.
Well, here comes mr. satan. First mom gets diagnosed with cancer, has surgery, starts chemo, loses her hair, vomits constantly, has zero energy and still manages somehow to take care of all us. I develop sores all over my body....I itch like an insane man. I have sores & legions growing so fast I've got to go to the doctor which I freaking hate! Then my dad has a stint put in his heart that doesn't work, his heart goes out of rythmn and in the past 3 days he's died twice. He is now improving with a new pig valve but is still in intensive care as I am typing this.
Now, THE HAUNT
I haven't noticed much out of the way around here until about a month and a half ago when I went out to smoke a cigarette. I had Matthew that week and my girlfriend was staying with me that night. I guess I was out there a while because she came out in the basement (off the playroom) and asked what I was doing. Now the creek is about 60 yards from the back door (I just went to check & smoked...again). I told her as plain as if I were watching a squirrel, I'm watching this ghost go up and down the yard by the creek. I wasn't scared because unless it was the ghost of Vince Young I figured I could take 5 steps and be back in the house before it got even close to me. I watched this thing for probably 3-4 minutes. My girlfriend refused to come look at it like the big chicken baby she is (ha!). Friday morning I found out just how chicken baby I can be. Every word you've read, and/or about to read is the absolute truth. I was home alone Friday morning because I'm staying with mom while dad's going through this heart surgery. She had left really early to go to the hospital. I was here alone recovering from a night of beer drinking and was sitting downstairs just playing Xbox. I was playing some shooting game when I heard something bang (clatter really) on the glass to the porch door upstairs. I thought it was probably one of dad's old friends who had heard he was at the hospital coming by to find out details about his health. So I bound my big butt up the stairs and go to the door to find the neighbors pit bull going crazy but no one in sight. I look and the only cars in the drive (long driveway) belong to us. So I think maybe I had the wrong door and go outside to look around the house because I know I heard a knock or a rap on the glass on one of the doors. I can't find a thing. So I come back downstairs and resume my game only to have it happen again but this time on the living room door glass and this time it was louder. People, it's like 10 in the morning and bright and clear as you want it. I rush upstairs, this time pissed because only UPS/Fed Ex ever knock on that door since we never (ok, maybe twice in 37 years) use that door. Now I've got me a prankster to catch. I have played every game, every sport, every kid activity you can think of in this yard and have mowed it more times than I've shaved. I can't find the S.O.B. that's doing it and this dog is going ape ****. I'm now freaking out that I've perhaps got multiple people that think only old folks live here and are trying to confuse them and rob them, but I decide not to grab a gun. I take another couple of fast walks around the house and nothing. So I once again come back to my game, a little bit nervous but I was ok. About 15 minutes go by and it happens on the basement door right outside the old playroom not ten feet from where I sit playing my game. I whipped that door open and took of after them. It takes me no time at all to hit that door from where I was and nothing! I don't know what to do. So I take a few more trips around the house, that dog is still barking at something that's not there. I come back inside and guess what? It does it again, same door not ten feet from me. Same routine with the only difference being I'm getting my hungover ass outta there so I get my clothes to take a shower and head to the hospital. I'm in the shower and at mom's house we hang the towels over the shower curtain rod. I'm washing away and my towel gets RIPPED down from the curtain rod! RIPPED, not falling, not slipped off, RIPPED to the floor. Well I whipped open the curtain to find myself as I suspected....alone. So this shower becomes a "hit the highlights" kind of shower and I get out pretty darn fast. I'm standing with the bathroom door shut putting on deoderant and from the other side of the door I hear MY NAME....john (not johnny or jc). Ya'll I now know what it feels like when people say my hair stood up. The voice was not like any I have ever heard and it was kind of in a raspy fast whisper into the crack of the door. I am literally trying not to **** my pants. Well I stood there for a second trying to dismiss it as I was hearing things and finally decide I've got to get out of this house somehow. So I whip open the door half expecting to see something awful but thank God I didn't. So I head to the kitchen becaused I had promised my momma I would burn the trash for her (yes we burn our trash in the creek we're country). I'm trying to get the trash bag out of the wooden trash can when I here this whistle......this psychotic whistle. Not your Mayberry RFD whistle......this short evil whistle. I didn't know there was such a thing as an evil whistle but let me tell you now....damn sure is. So I yank that damn trash out and take off downstairs certain the devil was on my back. I take that trash in a hurry because devil or not, I don't lie to my momma. I'd much soon face him. So I'm standing down there watching the trash burn and my head is on a swivel looking for whatever's after me and I'm so petrified, I'm shivering. I'm so scared I'm literally freezing so bad I'm shaking and it's now 11:30 in the morning on August 4th. Pretty much the exact opposite of a frigid day. Ya'll I used every one of the 400 horsepower the GTO has getting out of that driveway....
Well, that's what happened and I sure hope it's over. I will not stay here alone ever again.
UPDATE: Since I wrote this mom has passed from the leukemia, I married my girlfriend and I quit smoking after 20 years...
The Haunt
Current mood: numb
I am going to tell you a story that will get me ridiculed by many of you and freak out a few of you. This story starts really back in my childhood when my room was upstairs (the bedroom where Matthew now sleeps when I have him). When I was around Matthew's age, many nights I would lay in bed and not be able to sleep. My parents would go to bed down the hall while my sister slept in the bedroom next to them. I could hear someone breathing loudly on many, many nights. I would call my mother into my room and tell her I was scared. The first time she asked why I was scared of the dark and I replied, "I'm not scared of the dark momma, I'm scared of the man breathing in my room." She asked me to explain and I grabbed her tightly and told her not to leave.....just listen. Momma heard it too. I asked her what it was and she had no explanation. This went on for several years but nothing ever changed and it never bothered me but as I breath I tell you it was there and very, very audible.
In my early teens I moved my bedroom to the basement where our playroom had been. When alone in the house, I would often here people walking across the floor and go upstairs expecting to see one of my parents. Most times I ended up wandering around the house looking for them only to discover I was still alone. It got to the point I would just holler instead of walk all the way up there. My friends that I grew up with witnessed this many times and it was kind of funny to see them the first time it happened while they were here. Many times it would happen in the night and I would go see if someone was sleep walking only to find the rest of the family sound asleep. It got to a point where if someone said they didn't believe in ghosts, my friends would tell them to stay at John's house.
The reasons I tell you those stories is to really prepare you for what happened Friday. But first, I must preface it with what I think has happened and why this is going on now. I have only told this part of the story to my girlfriend and only after Friday did I tell her this part. Several months ago a friend of mine told me they were very sick. This person is dear to me and is very young and has their whole life ahead of them (not that I'm 87 but it's the way I think, sorry). I freaked out after hearing this and couldn't imagine life without this person. I paused, closed my eyes, and spoke to God. Now I have never been dumb enough (some people will argue here) to mess with God, much less make a deal with Him. I told God that if He would immediately heal this person, I would give up His protection from satan for one year. The only stipulation I put on the deal was satan could not go after Matthew. I believed it so strongly that my heart all of a sudden and I know He put that feeling of healing in me. It was done! So I kept it to myself, it was only to ever be known to God and this person could live a happy normal life. Then I waited for the pacing lion to attack.
Well, here comes mr. satan. First mom gets diagnosed with cancer, has surgery, starts chemo, loses her hair, vomits constantly, has zero energy and still manages somehow to take care of all us. I develop sores all over my body....I itch like an insane man. I have sores & legions growing so fast I've got to go to the doctor which I freaking hate! Then my dad has a stint put in his heart that doesn't work, his heart goes out of rythmn and in the past 3 days he's died twice. He is now improving with a new pig valve but is still in intensive care as I am typing this.
Now, THE HAUNT
I haven't noticed much out of the way around here until about a month and a half ago when I went out to smoke a cigarette. I had Matthew that week and my girlfriend was staying with me that night. I guess I was out there a while because she came out in the basement (off the playroom) and asked what I was doing. Now the creek is about 60 yards from the back door (I just went to check & smoked...again). I told her as plain as if I were watching a squirrel, I'm watching this ghost go up and down the yard by the creek. I wasn't scared because unless it was the ghost of Vince Young I figured I could take 5 steps and be back in the house before it got even close to me. I watched this thing for probably 3-4 minutes. My girlfriend refused to come look at it like the big chicken baby she is (ha!). Friday morning I found out just how chicken baby I can be. Every word you've read, and/or about to read is the absolute truth. I was home alone Friday morning because I'm staying with mom while dad's going through this heart surgery. She had left really early to go to the hospital. I was here alone recovering from a night of beer drinking and was sitting downstairs just playing Xbox. I was playing some shooting game when I heard something bang (clatter really) on the glass to the porch door upstairs. I thought it was probably one of dad's old friends who had heard he was at the hospital coming by to find out details about his health. So I bound my big butt up the stairs and go to the door to find the neighbors pit bull going crazy but no one in sight. I look and the only cars in the drive (long driveway) belong to us. So I think maybe I had the wrong door and go outside to look around the house because I know I heard a knock or a rap on the glass on one of the doors. I can't find a thing. So I come back downstairs and resume my game only to have it happen again but this time on the living room door glass and this time it was louder. People, it's like 10 in the morning and bright and clear as you want it. I rush upstairs, this time pissed because only UPS/Fed Ex ever knock on that door since we never (ok, maybe twice in 37 years) use that door. Now I've got me a prankster to catch. I have played every game, every sport, every kid activity you can think of in this yard and have mowed it more times than I've shaved. I can't find the S.O.B. that's doing it and this dog is going ape ****. I'm now freaking out that I've perhaps got multiple people that think only old folks live here and are trying to confuse them and rob them, but I decide not to grab a gun. I take another couple of fast walks around the house and nothing. So I once again come back to my game, a little bit nervous but I was ok. About 15 minutes go by and it happens on the basement door right outside the old playroom not ten feet from where I sit playing my game. I whipped that door open and took of after them. It takes me no time at all to hit that door from where I was and nothing! I don't know what to do. So I take a few more trips around the house, that dog is still barking at something that's not there. I come back inside and guess what? It does it again, same door not ten feet from me. Same routine with the only difference being I'm getting my hungover ass outta there so I get my clothes to take a shower and head to the hospital. I'm in the shower and at mom's house we hang the towels over the shower curtain rod. I'm washing away and my towel gets RIPPED down from the curtain rod! RIPPED, not falling, not slipped off, RIPPED to the floor. Well I whipped open the curtain to find myself as I suspected....alone. So this shower becomes a "hit the highlights" kind of shower and I get out pretty darn fast. I'm standing with the bathroom door shut putting on deoderant and from the other side of the door I hear MY NAME....john (not johnny or jc). Ya'll I now know what it feels like when people say my hair stood up. The voice was not like any I have ever heard and it was kind of in a raspy fast whisper into the crack of the door. I am literally trying not to **** my pants. Well I stood there for a second trying to dismiss it as I was hearing things and finally decide I've got to get out of this house somehow. So I whip open the door half expecting to see something awful but thank God I didn't. So I head to the kitchen becaused I had promised my momma I would burn the trash for her (yes we burn our trash in the creek we're country). I'm trying to get the trash bag out of the wooden trash can when I here this whistle......this psychotic whistle. Not your Mayberry RFD whistle......this short evil whistle. I didn't know there was such a thing as an evil whistle but let me tell you now....damn sure is. So I yank that damn trash out and take off downstairs certain the devil was on my back. I take that trash in a hurry because devil or not, I don't lie to my momma. I'd much soon face him. So I'm standing down there watching the trash burn and my head is on a swivel looking for whatever's after me and I'm so petrified, I'm shivering. I'm so scared I'm literally freezing so bad I'm shaking and it's now 11:30 in the morning on August 4th. Pretty much the exact opposite of a frigid day. Ya'll I used every one of the 400 horsepower the GTO has getting out of that driveway....
Well, that's what happened and I sure hope it's over. I will not stay here alone ever again.
UPDATE: Since I wrote this mom has passed from the leukemia, I married my girlfriend and I quit smoking after 20 years...
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I would need to see it for myself, and be satisfied that there is no other explanation.
Me personally perceiving it is not necessarily enough, as the human mind is easily tricked by itself. I would need hard, tangible evidence that can be reproduced. Not feelings, not creaking floor boards, not dust balls, and not temperature anomalies.
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My dad is not good at all. He fell just the other day going to the mall to walk. He was getting out of the car and thinks he caught his foot on something. He pulled himself up the trunk & got some towels out to stop as much of the bleeding as he could (he's on blood thinner, cumadin I think it is). He came home a bloody mess and I patched him up and took him to the e room. Dislocated his shoulder. A few months ago they tried to repair a bone spur on the same shoulder and he almost bled out so they had to stop & sew him back up. That's all reaggravated. He's developed shingles again....which as an extremely painful disease that affects your nerve endings.......and, to top it off....he has been diagnosed with leukemia too.
My friend is perfectly fine and doing great.....well, health wise anyways, lol. She needs a job.
I have not experienced one thing since that day. There has been no more activity at all. Here's what's odd to me. The house is in a suburb of Nashville....originally built by an archetect in the 1960's...nothing old or historic at all. I grew up (part of the time with my grandparents) in a stately southern home with columns on a hill that was well over a hundred years old. No air conditioning, 12 foot ceilings, etc. There wasn't a neighbor close enough to see at night.....and I mean if you've never lived like that, you really don't know dark! Not one thing ever happened to anyone in that house. It's my guess that we just don't know why, where, or who this stuff will happen too. There are just far too many accounts dating back as long as the human record to discount it completely IMO. I've got one other story I'll try to share later that's unrelated to this one and not as long.
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I went on a school trip to gettysburg PA a few years ago and me and 2 of my friends shared a room in the gettysburg hotel which is supposed to be haunted.the first night we were there we noticed that the lock was rusted and we couldn't move it.a few minutes later we got a call from my mom in the next room to go look at some pictures she took of the battlefields.so we went and when we left we put a book in front of the door so it wouldn't shut.when we got back the book was moved and the door shut.i thought it was just a joke,but when i opened the door the rusted lock that we couldnt move was on the door so we couldnt get in.(i'm talking about the kind of lock that's on the wall and you have to move it over to a knob on the door)
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