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I don't have any. ^^;; The last time I saw a scary movie, I couldn't sleep in the dark/silence for months. Still can't. ^^;; I haven't been sleeping in my room.... >>;;

Though, the last time I was scared of something IRL, I thought someone was trying to break my door down, I was the only one home, and I called the police from the furthest room away from the door. Turns out, my brother had skipped school and had come home earlier and was trying to get in but I had the door locked.

Then like 30 minutes later the police arrived. Very slow police response. -.-ll

trust me, you don't want to hear mine xp

Port Arthur stories:

Port Arthur was a convict settlement in Tasmania. It is notorious for the horrifying deaths that occurred there bith in the past and morerecently during the Port Arthur massacre. The grounds are eeriely silent. I mean, even the wind doesn't make a noise. And you always have that feeling of being watched. Even when it is bright and sunny, the place is freezing cold. Dad and I left my mother, Forever and my brother, and went wandering through the old houses and the old church. What I felt was utterly bizarre. As if you were doing something terribly wrong, just being there. It was cold and suffocating, and so very silent. Talking above a whisper felt like sacrilege. And, for some reason, no matter how much I tried, I kept getting separated from my Dad. That was the worst part.

The Isle of the Dead:
Ther is a small island just off Port Arthur called the Isle of the Dead. Again, even in the summer heat, it is freezingly cold. The entire island is a graveyard. Tour groups - like ours - actually walk over graves by accident because the bodies were buried there unmarked, one a top the other. Only those free men and women, and officers, were given headstones, and many have long fallen down, worn away, or sunk into the earth. But, not only is it a graveyard, it was also once a school and prison for the colony's boys.

One of the British officers who lived there, his two year old son wandered down to the water and began to drown. They saved him but he passed away because there was no known methods of CPR at the time.

The children sentenced to live on the island would leap off the sheer cliffs to their deaths to escape it. Men, later also incarcerated on the island, would commit suicide in the same place, or attempt to swim out to sea and were never seen again.

Lady Blue

A woman is seen wandering around the grounds, crying, dressed all in blue. When approached she vanishes. One day, while walking the grounds, a little girl ran up to a fence and held her arms out. Her grandmother appraoched the two year old and asked her what she was doing.
The little girl replied. "I want the pretty blue lady to hold me."
There was no one there.

The Pastor:

One of the still standing houses hosts the ghost of the dead pastor. He is not a pleasant ghost. One woman, on a school group tour, stopped the guide at the end as they were getting on the bus.
"Those are fantastic holograms you use."
"What do you mean?"
"In the window of the pastor's house, I really thought I saw someone looking at me. He was terrifying."
"Ma'am, we don't use holograms or cut outs."
When shown a book of portraits from the old residents, the teacher correctly picked out the old pastor as the one glaring at her.

Weird lights are often seen flickering in and out, a bright shining blue, from the pastor's second storey at night. During the daylight hours, there is no second storey to that house.

A group of builders were asked to come and do some restorations on the house. The staff had been telling them ghost stories and the men thought it was hysterical. They were dared by the staff to stay the night there while they fixed it.
During the night they heard the sound of pounding footsteps and a furious "noise". The men woke to find one of their group struggling on the floor, unable to breathe, as if someone was choking him. But there was no one there. They dragged him outside, where he jerked suddenly, as if released by something, and watched as the lights flashed on and off in the house and the doors slammed shut.
There is no electricity flowing to any of the houses. Nor lightbulbs.

The Little Girl:

Before the Port became more a tourist attraction than a, well, port, there were still some hotels set up. One night an elderly lady heard a little girl crying. She searched her room but she couldn't see a thing. She searched the hallway. Nothing.
She came back to her room to see a little girl, standing outside her window, pounding her fists on the glass and screaming and crying. Then she ran away.
The room was on the second storey of the hotel.

The Prison:

One of the creepiest places on the tour is the prison and prison chapel. One of the tour guides told us of a time when she and the other guides did their own night time tour. They were celebrating one of the guide's last night at Port Arthur. The woman, feeling nostalgic, told everyone she would lock up the prison for the night while they went ahead to dinner. Locking up the prison requires a person to lock the rear door from the inside and walk the whole way through the prison to the front doors.
The woman locked the doors and began walking the long, winding walkway to the front of the prison. She was barely half way when she thought she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped, thinking it was merely an echo. The footsteps, heavy like a man's, grew closer. She shone her torch behind her. Nothng.
She kept walking. The footsteps grew louder and even closer. Feeling nervous, she picked up her pace. So did the footsteps. She checked behind her again. Still nothing.
Knowing that the other guides - while known to prank each other - were definitely down in the main building, the woman began to run. Behnd her the footsteps began running too.
Terrified, she slid down the stairs and ran for the door. Behind her she heard the footsteps jumped down the stairs. As she slammed the door shut, she heard something heavy slam against them and struggle with her as she tried to lock the doors.

A local celebrity and her partner were taking a ghost tour one night. When they reached the prison and the prison chapel, she too was given the warning that people aren't allowed to go in the chapel - partly due to the rickety building, partly due to the weird atmosphere in there that scared even the guides - ignored all advice and snuck up the stairs and into the room. She loved old buildings and, being a singer, wanted to see the room where the prisoners had once sung hymns.
She stepped into a room, filled with hundreds of people and loud, indistinct singing. As one, every person in that room turned to stare at her, screaming.
No one has been allowed in the chapel since.

The Autopsy Room:

The ABC came to film, one day, one of the fantastic night time ghost tours. The tour eventually takes you around to the old autopsy room. It's pretty asty in there, the smell of chloroform still lingers and the wooden bench is still oddly sticky.
The cameraman was panning around the room when he focused on a manhe had not recently seen as part of the tour. Frowning he looked away from the eye piece, at the group. No man.
He looked back into the eye piece. There was the man, glaring at him, arms crossed.
Shaking, the cameraman looked away from the eye piece again. No man.
He looked into the eye piece one more time. There was the man, arms crossed, leaning out of the wall. The footage is archived at Port Arthur.

And the final story I remember. Our tour guide, a fantastic theatrical man called Todd, was taking a group through the autopsy room. On the table is a sheep's skull, put there for dramatic effect. Todd told us that he enjoyed resting his hands on it, to make things creepier. He also likes to make it move suddenly, to freak groups out.
One night, as he was talking, he felt the skull shift under his hands. Thinking it was just him adding too much weight, he ignored it. Until the skull moved again. The group laughed, thinking he was doing it himself. Silently, Todd was terrified. The skull was twitching and shaking under his hands.
Deciding on the only way to prevent panic - and his own far - Todd grabbed the skull and wrenched it into the air and...
Let the terrified mouse hidden under the skull go zinging out into the group of people.
There was sudden panic as the group spun around, somehow managing to slam the door on themselves. People screamed and pounded on the door as the mouse ran about.
Finally, someone managed to get it open and they stampeded up the stairs into the next tour group who were standing there, terrified, refusing to go down the stairs. Todd, true to form, told the horrified - and brand new - guide, "It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen!" xd


These very true stories brought to you by myself and Forever (who reminded me about the Isle of the Dead stories, the Camera spirit and Lady Blue)