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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:07 pm
In this thread everyone is welcome to share what they think about ghosts, share ghost stories, or talk about an ghost like experience.
Basically as long it has something to do with something scary, post here.
I wanna hear some scary stories.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:27 pm
Here's a video of ghost caught on tape. Viewer discretion is advised. This is some very creepy stuff. I had a little trouble sleeping that night when I first saw this. http://youtube.com/watch?v=Vyq_kZHNCqchere's part 3 http://youtube.com/watch?v=57AFQ09FCQwI'm sure some of these photos are probably modified, but it's still pretty creepy Whether you actually believe in ghost or not I just want people to have a good scare, or at least be creeped out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:47 pm
Woah. heh heh... yeah, I think I'll let them stay in their dimension and I will keep to my own.
There is some things I don't really want to know. lolz and being terrified by spooky s**t like that is one of them things. ha ha
Good stuff- asian.
I would have to say I am too chicken to test the theory of the tv and camera recording. I would be afraid of what wants to talk to me so bad that they will freeze their picture into my tv while it is off.
heh heh.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 5:33 pm
The girl in the car freaked me out completely and the little girl in the graveyard was freaky too. If I saw the girl's eyes glow like that I might have dismissed it for the camera's light reflecting off her eyes, but I don't think I would stick around long enough to find out whether or not I was right.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 6:32 pm
Really! The voices whispering really freaked me out- I'll post some info on some things I've read about the different frequencies of hearing and what we don't hear normally but is going on around us all the time.
Kinda freaky - in that our sub-conscious can pick it up and we don't even know it.
I keep my wolfdog close. He hears everything. heh heh (
Course, he's expecting me as alpha to handle it, ha ha!! but at least it's a heads up!)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:12 pm
Later on when I have time I'll talk about my own ghost experience.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 11:55 pm
Whew its been a while but I finally have a chance to tell my story.
Anyway back when I was around maybe in kindergarden. I was sleeping in the bedroom with my mom when woke up and looked at the window. There were two men and two women dressed in Ao dai (Vietnamese dress clothing) laughing and pointing at us; they were talking with each other too. The window had a ledge, but there was no way it could have supported 4 people at once especially when its on the second floor. I didn't know what was going on. I was going to tell my mom next to me, but I was too tired to do it, so i just went back to sleep.
I don't know if they were actually ghosts or not and since I was half asleep at the time. I could have been dreaming or hallucinating or something, but it was really strange.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 3:55 pm
One time, when I was in the fifth grade, we had a sleepover at my friend's house. There was a old mansion next to her house. She put her high school brother inside of the mansion, and she set up a contest. Whoever kissed him first, gets to have whatever they want. I finally found him. I didn't like him. I quickly kissed him because I wanted to have a special prize.
But, he ended up running away threw the wall, like a baby. It ended up that she fingered out her brother was sleeping in his room the whole time. So, that event was never to be spoken of. AND guess what I want for a prize? :
Free steak redface
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 3:11 am
I'm not really sure i had a ghost experience or i just blocked it out. Though i believe that ghost exist, i wouldn't want to see one, not even a ghostly shadow. Ghost freak me out crying
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 7:18 pm
For lack of stories...
Mine doesn't so much involve actual ghost's so much as their actions.
One day when me, my cousin, and my mom were coming home from preschool, we all really had to go pee. My mom unlocked the front door several times and the door would not open. After several minutes we tryed again and it opened with no problems, even though we didn't use the key this time. We rushed to the bathroom door. It would *NOT* open. So after trying for a bit it finally opened. We all went to the bathroom. When we were done me and my cousin grabbed a snack and headed to our room. Bear in mind that our bedroom door has no lock. It wouldn't open. So we ate our snacks in the living room, went back and it would open.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 10:45 pm
I heard this story from a friend. This was how she explained it to me.
"According to my Gma, she calls this story, the Ghost Painting. My Gma told me a story about how when she was a little girl, her parents lived and owned a farm in the countryside of where they lived in the States. Her parents would crack jokes about how this small painting they bought at a garage sale. My parents were always bargaining for better prices at garage sales and unexpectedly the owner gave them the painting for free. It seemed odd at first that the owner showed an obvious vibe of wanting to rid it quickly but my parents did not take it to heart. Gma's mother was very drawn to the painting in the beginning and urged that she needed the painting desperately. There had been a little girl just like Gma's age living inside the painting. The little girl in the painting would reoccur quite some time feeding the chickens, milking the cows, or raking the leaves under the trees. The painting consisted of a farm similar to the farm her parents owned. After the jokes were made, my Gma kept visiting the painting that was hung on the wall adjacent to the entrance of the kitchen, each day she visited the painting, something different would be on the painting. She said yesterday it would be a window in the foreground, looking out at the chickens eating their food that had been thrown on the ground for them. Today it would be a vast field and the background would be of the farm. A few weeks later, my Gma's mom's behavior became really strange and told my Gma that she should stop looking at the painting so much because soon enough before she knew it, the painting would consume her. Fastforwarding this story, my Gma wasn't the only one who was constantly visiting the painting, rather it was Gma's mom, my great grandmother. Gma said, one day, she couldn't find her mom anywhere in the house and the last place she looked was at the painting. Sure enough, she saw her mom there, feeding the chickens. The next day, she looked at it, her mother was nowhere in sight. The day after the painting was blank. Only the frame was hanging on the wall. Gma asked her father what happened to the painting but she found him dead on the floor of his bedroom with a crumpled piece of paper inside his mouth. She discovered it was the painting. She flattened the painting out and looked at what remained of the painting. It was Gma's mother's body covered in blood and that same little girl in the picture standing in the background, smirking, holding a bloody rake."
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 10:49 pm
Lust4blo0d I heard this story from a friend. This was how she explained it to me.
"According to my Gma, she calls this story, the Ghost Painting. My Gma told me a story about how when she was a little girl, her parents lived and owned a farm in the countryside of where they lived in the States. Her parents would crack jokes about how this small painting they bought at a garage sale. My parents were always bargaining for better prices at garage sales and unexpectedly the owner gave them the painting for free. It seemed odd at first that the owner showed an obvious vibe of wanting to rid it quickly but my parents did not take it to heart. Gma's mother was very drawn to the painting in the beginning and urged that she needed the painting desperately. There had been a little girl just like Gma's age living inside the painting. The little girl in the painting would reoccur quite some time feeding the chickens, milking the cows, or raking the leaves under the trees. The painting consisted of a farm similar to the farm her parents owned. After the jokes were made, my Gma kept visiting the painting that was hung on the wall adjacent to the entrance of the kitchen, each day she visited the painting, something different would be on the painting. She said yesterday it would be a window in the foreground, looking out at the chickens eating their food that had been thrown on the ground for them. Today it would be a vast field and the background would be of the farm. A few weeks later, my Gma's mom's behavior became really strange and told my Gma that she should stop looking at the painting so much because soon enough before she knew it, the painting would consume her. Fastforwarding this story, my Gma wasn't the only one who was constantly visiting the painting, rather it was Gma's mom, my great grandmother. Gma said, one day, she couldn't find her mom anywhere in the house and the last place she looked was at the painting. Sure enough, she saw her mom there, feeding the chickens. The next day, she looked at it, her mother was nowhere in sight. The day after the painting was blank. Only the frame was hanging on the wall. Gma asked her father what happened to the painting but she found him dead on the floor of his bedroom with a crumpled piece of paper inside his mouth. She discovered it was the painting. She flattened the painting out and looked at what remained of the painting. It was Gma's mother's body covered in blood and that same little girl in the picture standing in the background, smirking, holding a bloody rake." ....part of this story is based on the movie "the witches" where a little girl is trapped in a painting. I saw the movie a long time ago, but I thought it was a pretty good movie. They family that owned the painting thought the little girl looked exactly liked their daughter that disappeared. The painting itself looks like the painting you described. They swore that the girl in the painting would change positions every time they looked at the painting. She would sometimes be seen "feeding the chickens, milking the cows, or raking the leaves under the trees." look out the window of the cabin inside the painting or sitting on the gate. As time went on, they noticed that she aged in real time. Years and years went by and she still continued to age into an old woman. Eventually she disappeared all together.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 8:41 am
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