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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:25 pm
DEADLINE: October 30th!
Here is where you post your stories! The recap:
To participate in this flatsale, post a true scary story that happened to you or someone you know! Or even someone you're just related to.
Rules/Procedures
- Post all stories in this thread.
- You can submit only one story.
- Please mark which pet you're interested in, you can only shoot for one.
- The story's content doesn't have to match the theme of the pet!
- There is no word minimum/maximum!
- Winner pays 30k.
Story Criteria
- It has to be a scary/creepy/eerie story, naturally! It's Halloween, lol.
- The story doesn't have to be paranormal or totally unexplained, but try not to stray too far from the spooky Halloween theme. Something like "one time a really bad storm took the roof off my house and I was scared" isn't really appropriate, even if it was scary.
- The story MUST come from you, or someone connected to you IRL. You can't use urban/regional/cultural legends or anything general like that. You CAN submit stories that happened to relatives or friends. Please indicate your story's source somewhere in your entry.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:09 pm
trying for: The white ghost.
I was staying at a friend's house once and she has large bay windows that look out over the street. Well, we were sitting there in her trophy room (yes, this girl had a trophy room) on the couch looking out at the street. It was nighttime and the only light happened to be a street lamp a block or so down the street. We were giggling and just being kids at a sleepover, when my friend stopped and stared out the window. "Did you see that?" I looked at her, now silent. "What?" She shuddered, "I saw something." I followed her gaze and looked out the window. There, standing just out of the reach of the street lamp's light was a hunched figure. It stared at us, and the eyes were not normal, for they glowed an unnatural red. The figure ran at the window, and suddenly vanished and we screamed and ran from the room. We stood in the hallway, terrified. And we listened... We heard a tapping and a scratching... Like claws upon the glass in the trophy room. We ran to her room and hid under the covers, locking her bedroom door in a hopes of keeping the thing out. It seemed to succeed, for the thing left us be. The next morning, beneath her bedroom window, we found that the siding of the house had been gouged in three separate places.
Let's just say I never went to her house again...
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 7:58 am
Going for the Song of the Onryo.
When I was four years old, we lived in a basement apartment. It was a pleasant place, if you overlooked the exposed piping and lack of sunlight. I would often play by myself in my room, doing whatever it is four year olds do in their spare time. I frequently liked reading – well, looking at the pictures, anyway – on my bed, and could do so for hours. One night, I’d been unable to sleep. I tossed and turned and finally gave up, turning on my little bedside lamp and taking a few books off the shelf to read. As I read, I got the weird sensation that I was being watched. Being four years old, all alone in the dark aside from the small ring of light provided by a tiny lamp, my imagination started getting the better of me. I hid under the covers, waiting for the sense and the imaginings of stalking monsters from under the bed to pass. It didn’t, and in fact got worse. There was a sound of creaking floorboards outside my room; this wasn’t unusual, since it was such an old house and my parents had taught me early in life not to fear the sound of a house settling. But this was a deliberate sound, soft walking on the boards as though attempting not to make noise. I was very frightened by now, and decided the only way I could prove to myself that nothing was going to hurt me was to go and look for myself. I threw back the covers and got up, and opened my door. There was no one there, and I was satisfied that I had only imagined it. I turned around and was pushing my door closed when it suddenly swung out of my hands, and I heard a loud whisper, almost directly above my head.
“KRISTEN,” was all it said.
I started crying, and immediately dove back into bed. To this day, I still don’t know why the door seemingly ripped itself away from my hands, or who whispered to me.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:34 am
I am entering for the Witch <3
This story is completely true. It's a very personal thing that had happened to me, and to this day it still sends chills down my spine.
For the longest part of my life, my family and I had lived in an older house in a small town down south. The house itself had no special history; it had been built by a man for his wife before eventually being sold to my parents. At this time, I'm unsure of whether or not anyone had owned the building between our hands and the previous owners' hands, but as far as I was ever told, there wasn't.
Still, peculiar things would happen every so often. Strange feelings of being watched, being touched or even something sitting on the bed were a common occurrence.
On one particular night my sophomore year, my mother saught me out and asked if I could take a picture for her. She had bought a new outfit and wanted to show it off to my father; a trucker. At the time, my parents were the only ones who had cell phones among us, my brothers and I didn't get any until we had learned how to drive. Since dad was out driving, I agreed to take the picture and we proceeded to the kitchen.
It was long past dark, probably between eight and nine in the evening. Mom stood on the other side of the kitchen as I stood in the doorway between the two rooms, playing with the camera on her phone while she adjusted the laces on her sandals. After a moment I noticed three floating orbs that would dance around as I moved the camera, calling my mother over in excitement. The two of us, more so than anyone in the family, were into the paranormal and found it interesting. Smiling, she called the orbs 'angels.'
Our house phone rang and my mother left my side to answer it. I continued to play around with the cell phone, trying to figure out if we were really seeing orbs or if it was just the reflection of the ceiling lights. While I'm leaning toward the latter, I'm still unsure.
I didn't have the nerve to finish trying after what I had seen.
I lifted the phone up to eye-level, following the orbs, when my attention is grabbed by something in the phone's screen. Through the phone, a set of red, almond shaped eyes opened near the window's sill; staring straight at me. Through my peripheral, there were no red shapes.
My initial thought was "a demon."
A wave of heat surged from head to toe as I handed my mother back her phone, panicked, my pulse pounding in my ears. Without so much as an explanation, I turn and leave the kitchen, making my way to a small hallway between my room and my parents' room, making sure to close the bathroom door to hide from the window. Once the conversation on the phone ended, my mother hunted me down only to find me shaking and in tears.
After I had explained everything, my mother had even called our preacher to try and calm me down. It was a life-changing experience, and I'm still terrified of windows and reflective surfaces to this day.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:03 am
I'm entering for the... White ghost girl.
This may seems weird, but, what i met is : the same girl miifii drew. That ghost girl. Except not in japanese clothes, but just plain white clothes. This story is semi creepy, semi funny. XD
So, i was just camping in the woods. It was scout camping. Girl and boy scouts (in separate tents, duh). At the second night, we had campfire. My friend (a girl, and i am also a girl), asked me, whispered to me.
" Hey, i need to go to the bathroom, NOW! "
" What? In night like this?! You know the bathroom is like, very creepy! "
" Yeah, but do you want to see my bladder bursts out in the public?! "
" Fine. I'll take you there. "
I asked one of the camp leaders, to take us there. We know the way, but it was 00:00. So yeah, we were really scared at those times. But the camp leader told us, we have to go there ourselves. So, i used my flashlight, and lead the way, as she (my friend) followed me from behind. After some time walking, the campfire lights started to turned smaller, and smaller. Until finally, the only light we got is : my flashlight. The bathroom is huge, and divided into 2 parts. There are about... 30 stalls, i guess. In the middle of the bathroom, there's this huge glass. The left side of the bathroom is dark, while the right side is pretty much bright. Not really. The lights are dim. Before she (my friend) went into one of the stalls, she ordered me.
" Okay. Here we are. "
" Awesome, finally i can pee! I'll tell you one thing; never look at the glass. NEVER. "
" Dude, its just a glass. Why? "
" People here told me; strange things been happening, if you see into the glass. So don't. "
" Whatever. "
" Hey, would you stay out here and guard the door?
" Yeah sure. "
My friend entered one of the stalls. The stall she entered is in the right side of the bathroom. When she's entering, i looked around the bathroom. It seems quiet. I walked around a little, not to far from the stall. Then, i remembered what my friend told me : Don't look at the glass. I was really curious about it, and then i looked at the glass. Just right there, i saw a girl, in white clothes, with black hair, 'appeared' in the glass. I can't really see her eyes and face. Her skin is very pale. I rubbed my eyes once more.
Remember in the movies, where the ghost dissapeared after the character rubbed his / her eyes? Well, that didn't happen to me. The girl is still there. My heart races, pounds harder, as more seconds passed by. I started to sweat, and shivered. I was about to cry back then. 2 minutes passed, the girl is still there. I imagined; what could happen next? Will i die? Will my friend die? What will the girl do to me?
Before i could think of anything more stupid to do, i hit the stall's door my friend's in.
" OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! LET ME IN, LET ME IN!!! "
" ...... "
No sound inside. I looked back at the glass, once more. The girl is still there. My body shaked real hard, as if my bones are about to jump out from my body.
" I'M SERIOUS! OPEN THE DOOR, OPEN IT!!!! "
" ...... "
Still no sound. I'm starting to think : What happened to my friend? What happened?! My heart pounds louder; i think i could just die at that moment. Until i heard a sound of a flushing toilet. Then my friend came out.
" What happened? What's wrong? You look weird. "
" I looked at the glass. "
" YOU WHAT--- ???!!!! That's crazy talk! "
" No, i really did. And don't look at it. Its... Creepy. Really. "
" Whoa. Tell me! "
" Later. Let's just go back to the campfire. "
We walked out from the bathroom, and with my small flashlight, we walk closer to the campfire. I didn't look back. Who knows, what might happened? The next day, i asked the locals. They told me, ghosts usually appeared in that place. But no one sure. What everyone see did see, are different.
Guess, i'll never know what 'that' is. But i'm still terrified by it, until now.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 4:20 pm
I'm shooting for the white ghost girl as well. <3
I spent much of my childhood in Eastern Europe. My mother’s family was there, and thought I spoke Hungarian, I always felt like an outsider. I was a little girl, blonde and precocious, but I was also American, the only girl cousin the family, the one who spent only summers there. My mother tried to get me to socialize, forcing me to make friends with her own friend’s children. She ignored how they teased me, or thought it was part of normal childhood play.
It was a hot summer's day. We played outside- houses in Hungary don't typically have air conditioning, even now. We were in the country, which was fairly unsettled, at the time. People had large yards, often unkempt, filled with the sort of delightful mysteries that could captivate a child for hours.
We had been spending time with cousins- second or third, I'm not sure. Our family extends long tendrils all over Hungary.
After a few hours of chase, and awkwardly trying to get each other to speak colloquial phrases in the languages we weren't familiar with (Hungarian slang for me, and English slang for them), we got bored. "Do you believe in ghosts?"
I was a fanciful child, and I had spent time with a Ouija board, trying to get spirits to talk to me. I was never sure if it actually worked- I always suspected a friend of moving the tiny cursor across the board.
When I nodded the affirmative reluctantly, my cousins grew enthusiastic. "Do you want to see one?" Okay, now I was excited. I was bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet.
"Yes, yes, where?" They pointed towards one of their hedges, a sprawling affair that separated their lawn into two.
"Just stare the hedge, and wait. We'll call him." They pointed me towards the hedge, and began to call the ghost's name.
"Zoltan... Zoltan... Come out." I waited, and nothing seemed to happen. I was growing frustrated.
Then, as I focused harder and harder, sun beating down on my neck, something began to appear. It was a white mist at first, materializing slowly, solidifying even more so. I thought it was my imagination at first- maybe the mist was coming in? No, it was too hot for that.
I took a step closer, and then one more. As I did so, the mist took more of a shape- it was distinctly human now. It was unusual though- there was an orange part near the head.
"That's his hat," they whispered to me. "He died in it."
I thought the ghost, human now, would stop creeping closer, and would fade in. But he was closing the distance- fifteen feet, ten feet, five feet... My cousins were laughing now, as my eyes widened in fear.
I bolted, and ran towards my mother, screaming about the ghost. We went back to investigate, but it was gone, and my cousins would say nothing about it. I remember in my dreams, the ghostly white figure creeping closer and closer with its orange hat... Not stopping, reaching out towards me...
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 4:50 pm
Going for: Amber Witch
Last year in my apartment, my boyfriend and I went through an event that I wish never happened. It was on two different days, months apart, but I still think it's related... Somehow...
My boyfriend's culture (he was born in the Philippines), believes that people can have the third eye. People are either open, half-open, or closed. Open they can see most of the time, and half-open is when they can sense or see, but normally not both.
For myself, my parents did say I had a 'third eye' but of another type, one that was supposed to make those people more intelligent (I've always thought it was just the scar on my head I got when I was younger), but besides that, I never thought much of it.
The first time it happened was to my boyfriend. We had both just fallen asleep. My boyfriend, whom was normally a lot quicker to fall asleep, started to mumble in his sleep. I was still awake then, but I thought it was just talking in his sleep, not talking to someone. He woke up a few moments later, breathing hard and panicked. Because he knew I wouldn't fall asleep if I knew right then, he told me the next morning: he had seen someone in the room trying to make contact with him.
I was scared, for the first time, to be alone my own room.
Although I was bothered for about a week, nothing happened, so I calmed down. I tried not to think much of it afterwards. I thought... They were trying to contact my boyfriend for some sort of help, right? He had the half-opened third eye, not me. I had thought that, until I dreamt of a ghost of my own... One that was at the foot of my bed, just looking at me. He didn't cause me any harm, but that night, I definitely couldn't stay asleep.
The next morning, I told my boyfriend what had happened. For some reason, he sensed the day before that he should of came to my apartment instead of going home, but he didn't know why until then.
From what we both remembered, he was a skinny man that meant no harm to either of us. The next time my boyfriend came over, he begged the spirit to leave the apartment alone because neither of us could really do anything to help. We were thankful that he meant no harm, but... I felt bad knowing that we really couldn't help.
To this day, I'm out of the apartment now, but sometimes the feelings come back. I'm only living a few buildings down from that room, but... Who knows? My mom did tell me once, however, when I was younger, that I could sense them. After my great-aunt, whom I loved dearly, died, my mom told me that there would be times where I'd be in my car seat and I would tell my mother that I felt my great-aunt sitting next to me. Sitting next to me like she had never gone.
It made me wonder, but who knows?
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:33 pm
Trying to obtain: The Amber Witch
I was debating for a while if I really wanted to tell my scariest 'ghost' story because every time I think of it, it just makes me rather scared and I fear it may reappear.
I believe it was the summer when I was about seven years old. My friend Katie was sleeping over at my house and she was a year or two younger then me. Her mom had sent her to my house because of a photo they had taken of her that had really spooked them out, my mom agreed after seeing the photo but neither of our parents told us about what was in the photo or why they were so pushy about her sleeping over. Anyways, when we went to bed that night it was just like any other. We had, had a very fun day doing what we did best, exploring and causing utter havoc. I would say a couple hours of being in bed (because my parents were asleep too) I was shaken awake by something. Like, someone was literally shaking me. When I finally rolled over and looked at who it was I noticed it was a woman I had never seen or met before. I can still picture her perfectly in my head even now. Short brown hair, middle aged, I would say grandma-y clothes. I was of course surprised to see a woman standing by my bed and was in my little head trying to process what was going on. The woman appeared to look just like any other person would but she had a sort of glow about her. I distinctly remember her being somewhat angry and she kept asking me what I was doing with my friend. I told her we were sleeping. She kept asking me what I was doing with her and asking me all kinds of questions, which looking back she was obviously trying to make sure I was okay enough for Katie. Well finally I had, had enough and was realllllyyyyyy scared by the woman because she wasn't being nice at all. So I quickly walked down to my parents room and woke them up, telling them there was a strange woman in my room. Of course they freaked out and ran to my room with a bat assuming it was a thief or something. However, when they came into my room there was no one there but my friend Katie.
I told my mother what the woman had said and explained what she looked like. Just about then she got a call from my friends mom asking if Katie was okay. My mom was said "yeah... why?" And her mom told her that the picture they had taken of Katie had been sitting on their computer desk and it suddenly just flew into the middle of the floor. There was no window or vent near it or anything that would cause it to move let alone fly to the middle of the floor. And when she looked at the picture they saw the woman standing in the background. My mom explained to her the woman I had seen and the woman in the picture and apparently they deduced that it was the same woman. Ever since then I never played alone with her with out an adult being near by for fear of the woman coming back. Which I don't remember her ever doing. But ever since then I will sometimes see people who are more or less 'real' looking then her.
Earlier that day in the picture there had been this giant ball of light where the woman later appeared. Also, sorry it was quickly explained, but as I said I really don't like to think about what happened because I am super afraid that she might come back if I think about it to much. >w<;
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 2:33 pm
I'm going for the Amber Witch. :3
This story happened to my mother, my aunt, and their close friend/neighbor Joanna when they were young teenagers. I heard it first from my mother when I was younger and didn't particularly believe her, but on separate occasions Joanna told me the same story identically, and my aunt altogether refuses to discuss it and flips s**t whenever she sees an ouija board and refuses to have them in her house.
It happened when they were all still teenagers. My aunt was probably a bit younger than that actually, but was border lining on being a teen. My mother and Joanna were, and still are, best friends. They always have had a love for the occult; which is why I guess they started using an ouija board in the first place. The beginnings of the story are a little hazy to me, but they had been using the ouija board for a bit. The unnamed male spirit that was communicating with them was apparently in love with Joanna. He repeatedly told her they would be together soon and professed his love, but they brushed it off. I wouldn't be surprised if they thought one of them was playing a joke; I know I would have thought so.
One particular night, the ghost told them that he and Joanna were going to be together finally. When they asked what that meant, he simply told them that they were going to die tonight. They ended their session as quickly as possible, and I'm pretty sure that was the last time they tried to contact him. My mother and aunt went to walk Joanna home; they lived a few streets down from one another and it was dark. There's one specific road near my grandmother's house that turns abruptly and thanks to a fence, it's kind of hard to see around said turn. As they made their way to that corner, a car came whizzing right in front of them, half crashing into the fence and nearly missing them. It ended up being two of their guy friends from high school- neither of which could remember the last minute or so, at all.
I wish I knew more specifics TBH, and no one is more hesitant to believe stories of the paranormal like this than I. To this day I still think my mom and Joanna could have been exaggerating or pulling my leg, but the way my aunt reacts to it being brought up and her immense fear of the ouija boards and the paranormal (she won't even go through the horror section at a wax museum!) really makes me wonder.
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