A few Ghost stories
Ghost Knight
Children are known for their vivid imaginations and fantasies, so let me began by saying that I was no ordinary child, according to my parents and every other adult relative that I has asked about this I was never one to make up stories or ever exaggerate,even at the age of 6 I was soft spoken and serious. I feel this is vital to point out,not to win over credible brownie points or anything like that, this story isn't so thrilling anyway but it is true. My father was in the military,and since birth I have moved around and have lived in about 3 different countries and many different states in the United States. At the age of 5 my father was stationed in Korea so he,my mother and I moved there. I recall very many things about my experiences there, like I was always being gawked at by the people there because of my huge green eyes ,they loved to crowd around and stare and ask me how to say a certain word in English. I became good friends with a young Korean girl about my a! ! ge named Sun-yu (that's how it was pronounced but I'm not sure how it's spelled). One afternoon we were playing at Sun-Yu's house, her house was very small and there was a seperate outhouse that was made up of 4 close together rotted wood walls and a rectangle hole in the floor where you did your business in. I avoided it completely, for fear of falling into the dark hole of stench. Sun-Yu and I decided to trade clothes,she in my red jumpers and Smurfs shirt and I in her bright Korean dress.
We were playing hide and seek around her house,and I was the hider. I slipped into this very large garage crammed between two houses in the naighborhood. After waiting for about 10 minutes I really had to pee like a racehorse, so I lifted up the dress and went right there on the floor amid the old boxes and storaged items. There was a very large door but it was locked shut and rusted over so the only way anyone would have gotten in was this very slim area that was less than a foot wide, only someone with a child-thin body could slide through. When I was done and about to get back up I heard a clinking noise in front of me and I looked up all the way my neck would bend and saw a rusty armored knight walking towards me slowly, holding an axe. As I recall this knight was at least 8 feet tall but considering I was only 5 and squatting on the floor it must have looked much taller than it was. Knights were something I have only seen in pictures in books and I recall every detail of ! ! it's suit and axe. My instincts told me to get the hell out and at first I fell hard on my knees and awkwardly tried to crawl behind some boxes with my panties still around my ankles. I didn't have to look to know it was coming towards me, I could hear the heavy footsteps,and I jumped on my feet and made a mad dash towards the only thin way out. I slammed my right side into the knight, I felt it as real as anything else.This memory is like a dream, but it wasn't a dream because I still have Sun-yu's dress that I was wearing to this day and there us still the dirty rusty scratch marks that are on the right side of the dress. When I recall this whole event I am watching myself from an outer perspective and it plays by like in slow underwater movements. This isn't exactly scary but to me it is because the memory of it feels more real than anything that has ever happened to me. I don't know why it was a knight of all things, but ever since then I have been terrified of knights an! ! d anything medievel.
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Well any suggestions would be helpful.
What else is wierd?
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Carrying on with the stories of Ghosts
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Abandoned Church
This happened around the Summer of 87 and is completely weird.
My best friend Ranay and I had borrowed my Mom's car to cruise for the day. Living in a small town there's really nothing else to do. While cruising some back streets of town we sort of just followed the road. It's not a road that I was very familiar with as it turned from asfalt to dirt a few miles out. We just kept driving, singing along with the radio, we had the windows down letting the wind make a mess of our hair. Before we knew it we had passed an old abandoned church, curious, we turned around and went back, parked the car, and began the task of checking things out.
Upon closer inspection, the church didn't "look" abandoned, no weeds, no broken windows, the inside was spotless. Now this may not seem odd but being where we were and given the fact that the church was completely (almost) empty...we got spooked. You see all we found in this church was the Covenant (sp?). It was sort of laying on the floor like it had fallen from the wall. Ranay was into reading tarot cards and such and decided it would be a cool thing to hang in her bedroom so we held onto it while we explored the rest of the church. There were a couple of Sunday school rooms, perfectly kept and a tiny bathroom, also neat as a pin. At this point we began to feel as if someone was watching us so decided to make a quick exit. Ranay and I drove around for another hour or so and headed back to my house. She spent the night and went home the next day taking our "find" with her", thank God! That Covenant gave me the willies!
Two days later I related our discovery to my friend Hugh who was enthralled by our outing and wanted to go check out this church for himself. I agreed to go along for the ride because he didn't know where it was. We arrived at the church, parked and got out of the car. Immediately I felt a presense, like someone was watching us. I was ready to get the hell out of there! Hugh however had other plans. He had reached the steps before I did and made his way into the church. When I reached the fronts steps leading into the church I freaked! They were rotten and most of them broken, there were weeds growing up through them, etc...I made my way inside without breaking my neck only to discover that most of the windows were now broken, there were a few trees growing in through the broken ones. The entire inside of the church looked as if it had been abandoned for years. Ceiling tiles on the floor, in some places holes in the walls. Now this may seem perfectly normal to you...to see an abandoned church, and to see that it's been neglected for some years. The weird thing is that only 2 days before, it was in perfect shape... now I'm not a rocket scientist but I know that it takes longer than 2 days for a building to get in such a state of disrepair. All this combined with the feeling that something or someone was watching us scared me silly! Needless to say, Hugh and I beat a hasty retreat...but something followed us...but that's another story.
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Abandoned House
About three years ago a friend and I were what you would call obsessed with the Ouija board. We would search out spooky places and try to contact different ' spirits. We were using a Parker Brothers board and having our spooky moments. One day we bought an authentic board at an antique shop in town and we were so excited.
My friend Chelsea, a guy Dave, his sister and I all hiked up a little hill one night in the middle of the winter. We hiked to a little deserted shack that lay empty in the woods in Ogunquit. The police had kept it off limits because high school kids liked to play around and have parties there. But we ignored the keep out signs and proceeded in.
As we went in we explored the place. There was three rooms: a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room. The kitchen looked old and decrepid, with broken glasses and a rotted out door. The bedroom looked right out of a horror flick with the roof caved in like something had fallen through it, though it was probably just snow collapsing from the weight. The living room was the most normal looking area with a fireplace and a large, open hardwood floor. It looked the most comforting so that is where we sat.
All four of us sat down and placed the Ouija board so that it was touching all of us. We placed two fingers each on the planchette and closed our eyes trying to call andy spirit listening. There was no answer at first but after a while the planchette began to move.
It moved very slow at first but picked up momentum as it went. We all sort of looked at each other in amazement. Soon the planchette started spelling out words. "M-R-X" and than it would stop. "T-E-X" and it repeated itself many times. So we started calling the spirit Tex or Mr. X and one at a time started asking questions.
To be very honest I don't remember what we asked and what went on for a while. But I'll never forget when the planchette took a break. It just randomly stopped, and of course we continued to ask what was wrong and why he stopped talking. Just silence for a while and then the planchette started moving again. This time it spelled out "F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-G-E-T-A-W-A-Y" and the planchette quickly ran off the board. At this same time a piece of the celling came down right behind Dave, who was sitting back towards the bedroom.
As if reading each others minds we said "goodbye" and jumped up, running out the door. We still had to hike down the hill in the snow and get to the car. First out the door was Dave, with me and his sister behind. Chelsea took the longest because she had to gather the board and the planchette.
As we headed down the hill, I heard Chelsea yell something, but I ignored her and proceeded halling ass down the hill. When we got in the car we all sat, breathing heavily, scared out of our minds. I had forgotten about Chelsea's yell until she brought it up again.
She opened her jacket and there was a red mark on the back of her neck. She said on the way down she had been hit with a snowball or a piece of ice and was asking if we did it to scare her. But we couldn't have because we were in frount of her and she was hit from the back.
We dismissed the incident and went our separate ways that night. Our interest in the Ouija board started to dwindle after that, but we still tried every once and again to contact a spirit. But we never tried again to go to the Mr. X house, though we spoke and thought of it often
Youngstown House
When i was about 5 years old, (Iam 26 now) me, my mother, and my brother lived with my aunt and uncle on Elm Street in Youngstown, Ohio. I was in kindergarten at this time and was not told about these things until i was a teenager, and i was not aware of them myself at the time. The house that we lived in was rather large, 3 stories with a refinished basement. I was told that the house at one time was some type of jewelry store. The refinished basement was used by the owner as an apartment, where he lived when he was not working upstairs in the store.
It was said that one night, the owner met an untimely death, caused by theives. They had broken in to rob the place and found him, going to the bathroom. He was shot and killed right there on the toilet. Blood spattered all over the walls and floor.
The house was sold and the new owners set about to cleaning up and remodling the house. Everything went quite well until it came time to redo the basement. Of course the mess in the bathroom was cleaned up, but the walls and floor of the bathroom were badly stained. They tried to scrub away the stain, but it would not go away. They carpeted the floor, and many, many, times they tried to paint over the walls, but to no avail, the stain continued to bleed thru the paint each and every time, no matter what the color. Eventually, they wallpatered and that did the trick.
After several years, the home had been sold and resold several times, including to my aunt and uncle. They had lived there about 6 months when we came to stay with them. My mother and aunt seemed to nothice the most activity. There were the cold spots and the lights would go on and off with no explination. The scariest part for them is that a male voice would call their names when nobody else was in the house. My only recolection of that time is that i didn't like living there. I think of all the places I lived as a child, that is the one that i did not want to go home to. I don't know why I felt this way, perhaps the best way to describe it is that the house just felt creepy, my brother told me he felt the same way.
I don't remember how long my aunt and uncle lived at that house, but i know we only stayed a couple of months. Today I live only a couple of blocks from Elm street and I cannot remember which house it is, it may even be torn down now, this town has alot of empty lots where houses used to stand. If I could remember, I think I would go back.
This story was also submitted to Animalhouse.com in a ghost story contest but, not with as much detail.
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