[Captain Bunny]

I tried to play BF1942 online once using a pIII 450 and a 56k modem, damn that was a scary horrific experience. ed:

Seriously though, i live in a (large) house thats about 150 years old, it kind of stands out a bit in my town, anyway, weve lived there for about 19 years, we moved in when I was 1 year old, and although i cant exactly remember it, my mum has told me they were decorating one of the rooms, and brick being used as a weight balance, "fell" from the shelf it was on to the middle of the room.
Also, the dining room, which doesnt get used much except for christmas dinner and birthdays, and the piano is in it, is always the coldest room, and feels a bit eery.
My 24 year old sister is scared to stay in the house by herself at night, im not, but i have seen a puppy in my room, which has ran under my bed and vanished. we didnt have a puppy at the time, but our garden is full of little flower beds which are graves from our past pets.
not scary, more of a kind of cool thing, but i dont really beleive in ghosts, and IMO think they are just our imagination playing tricks on us.

[geRV]

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dammit that blody mary story freaked me out. and i have to go to sleep soon wehres my teddy bear, better yet how about i sleep with u tonight milla

i was like 8 or so and i was stayign at my friends house in his basement and it was liek 11 oclock, and everyone was sleeping but us. then this shadow of a man walks across the room and disappears. im getting chills right now thinking of it

[KILLER_]

When we moved into my house in 1991 it was like the second week there and I had had this black "presence" come up the stairs and pass through me. When it went through I felt like I was burning from the inside. Scared the fuck out of me. true terror and sweating the whole nine yards. Needless to say my grasp or reality got a bit challenged considering it "actually" happened. And I don't mean african american by black presence. Wierd shit. never happened again though just that one time. Ms. Cleo = fake. Spirit-stairs-mean-thingy = real. lol.. so do I believe in Energies etc. now at the age of 22? F*cking right.

[BallisticWookie]

I still remember vividly one night when I went down to the garage with a mate of mine, and when we walked through the door into the garage we both saw this fucking green hand just floating and moving around like it owned the place. It was moving it's fingers and shit and was the most (visually) scary thing I have ever seen in my life (the other was when that girls head started spinning around in The Exorcist).

A few years ago we knew this guy who was a bit of a queer prick, ie...fucked in the brain. Anyways, he was all into that spirit shit and ghosts and watchers and evil bastards and all that. Anyway, we go over to his house whom he shared with some other dickheads. He cracked out the ouija board and started flinging his shit. I thought it was crap at the start, but then I got involved and the bastard (whatever it was) was spelling out shit from my head....I was pretty amazed...or maybe the guy had known previously what the answer was...I dunno, I doubt it, was stuff he couldnt possibly have known. Anyway, we turned off all the lights, and proceeded to go to sleep and it was a pretty warm night, the guy with the fucked head told us to call out to our "watchers" and told us to ask these "watchers" to touch our hands. Well, I did this, thinking it wouldnt work, but soon after a coldness...a freezing coldness enveloped my hand. I dont know if this was just my brain telling me that my hand was cold, but I touched my hand with my (obviously) other hand and it was indeed cold. Same as my other mates hand, it too was cold.

Whatever the hell happened that night, it was strange, spooky and eye opening at the same time. After a time I gave up on the crap and didnt bother about calling out this mysterious "watcher", I had better things to do with my time. But do I believe in ghosts ?? Yeah I guess, never seen any proof to say they dont exist, on the other hand, never seen any proof to say that they do exist. Just aslong as they stay away from me, I have no problem with them. They can go about haunting and doing their routine for whatever reason.

[Von Paulus]

Ahh fook it, I lasted maybe 2 days before I heard AA.com callin' me back

Fucking scary stories so far guys, keep it up...

So anyways, my ghost story revolves around the penal colony and Military Compound of Port Arthur in Tasmania which was in service in the mid 1800's, It is a shit scary place, and most every night they run a "ghost walk" because this place is full of wierd stories about ghosts and the like. So, We decided to go on one of these ghost walks, and it was a, excuse the cliche, dark and stormy night. It wasn't exactly pissing down rain, but wet enough to make the entire experience that much more terrifying. This whole story took place, what should be about 5 years ago now...

We were trudging on, my family and I, in a group of near say, 20-25 people. And my sister was given the job of carrying one of the 4 lanterns. So far on the tour we had sat on a table where people had been disected (We were sitting on it before we knew this, and jumped off straight away, luckily we weren't the only people made to look like knobs, as a few other pissy little kids had done the same). We moved on, the stories becoming increasingly terrifying as they went on... So we come across a quaint little house, eerily quaint

We were told that as this was once a Military Compound where soldiers lived, ate, and carried out their daily routine, knowing this we were horrified to learn that one of the former Soldiers who lived in this house had been murdered and his body had been thrown in the sea ed: As you should all know, soldiers back then wore uniforms much like this:

[img]http://www.military-uniforms.com/images/xun353.jpg[/img]

At that moment the rain stopped, and my dad, sister and I saw a red flash in the window (strikingly similar to the uniforms soldiers back then wore) and then, for no apparent reason, in almost pitch black, my dad bent down on the ground and picked up a small stone. We still have it today, the reason being , is that it is a small perfectly smooth faded piece of RED granite, with a white cross IDENTICAL to that of the uniforms they wore, I mean, it's exactly the same. Something ironic, is that when you dip it in water it becomes blood red, much like it would have when he had been killed... ed:

I'll borrow the schools camera and post a pic on Monday if anyone would like to see...

I'm sure this has no connection, but about 2 weeks after we left Tasmania, a nutcase by the name of Martin Bryant took hostages at Port Arthur and killed some 20 odd people, about the same amount that was in the tour group that night...

[geRV]

Originally Posted by BallisticWookie

He cracked out the ouija board and started flinging his shit.

Lol i took that line literally for a second biggrin:

[=[BANE]=]

The following isn't a ghost story. This happened to me about eight years back...

It was Devil's Night and two buddies and I decided to be a little delinquent. We stocked up on TP and drove to another buddies house. When we got there they hopped out while I stayed with the car to keep it running. It was a real Ford POS. They were really doing a number on this place when the garage door began to raise. They ran back to the car and we took off, laughing all the way.

A short time later a white car came flying up behind us, horn blaring constantly. We weren't sure what to do. I tried getting away from them but our car was not having it. After a short discussion we decided we were not going to get away with this. We came upon a one-lane bridge over a small creek and stopped there so they couldn't block us in.

We were waiting for them to come up to our car when a loud crack startled us. We had no idea what it was and decided this guy was a little too pissed to be talking to out here in the middle of nowhere. I hit the gas. The rear window exploded and the windshield spiderwebbed damn near to the point I couldn't drive.

My friend in the backseat was covered in broken glass, the other in the passenger seat was freaking out and I was driving like mad to get away. I was running stop signs, lights, whatever...I was hoping a cop would be around. No such luck. That white car was right behind us the entire time, horn blaring without rest.

We were finally on the road my buddy lived on, only a few hundred yards to the safety of his house. The white car turned off on a side street as we pulled into his driveway. We got out of the car and my buddy ran into his house to get his parents. They called the police and checked to be sure we were all ok.

The police arrived, took our statements and looked over the car. They found a bullet in the front passenger seat and another in the driver's side rear tire. The loud crack we heard was the first shot into the tire. The second bullet had travelled through the rear window past my friends head, between the two of us in the front seats, hit the windshield and ended up in the passanger seat. This guy had tried to kill us...for TPing his house. Had the bullet's trajectory into the car been just a fraction different one or both of my friends would be dead.

To wrap this up: the lunatic with the gun went to prison for attempted murder. None of us were hurt badly in the incident. The funny thing about the story is the friend who's house we were TPing wasn't home; he was out TPing someone else...

[VonMeyer]

Heres my story. I wake up every morning and realize im still alive!

[ninty]

Whats TP'ing?

[=[BANE]=]

TP = toilet paper

TPing is when you drape as much toilet paper as possible around someones yard/cars/house. It's really great when they wake up the next morning and the nights dew has created a soggy mess.

[ninty]

Oh yeah. I just realized what it was.

Thats pretty freaky man.