real-life GHOSTS
has anyone here had experience with the demonic/occults/witchcraft/possession? i have quite a few stories i will post if you guys tell me what you think.
Way too many. But then again, I'm one fscked up little guy.
Once my mother went in the kitchen at night to get something to drink. When taking a class from the cupboard, a kettle fell on the floor. She put it back, but when she was going back to her own room, it fell on the floor again. She put it back, but again it fell down. He put it back one more time, but it still fell down.
Finally she put it on the table instead of the cupboard, and nothing happened. Later we heard that my grandgrandfather had died that day.....
Finally she put it on the table instead of the cupboard, and nothing happened. Later we heard that my grandgrandfather had died that day.....
When I was knee high to a grass-hopper, I distinctily remember seeing a ghostly old lady at the top of my stairs as I was going up them. Apparently my great grandmother had died there.
But then again, I also remember running downstairs to tell my parents, only to find many of the "Monster Munch" monsters in my living room.
These memories are very confused, and while one is obviously a dream, i find it hard to tell whether the other is as well...
But then again, I also remember running downstairs to tell my parents, only to find many of the "Monster Munch" monsters in my living room.
These memories are very confused, and while one is obviously a dream, i find it hard to tell whether the other is as well...
i have none of my own...
story #1
when my dad was growing up, he had 4 brothers. he shared a room with a brother. his brother would see monsters sometimes, like a shadow that would come out of the wall and choke/scratch him. my dad was too scared to look because he thought he would see it and it would attack him... but nobody else in the family would see it.
later on, my dad was at his grandpas house, lying on the bed, when he saw a demon and it was like choking him. i have very few details about this, cause my dad is scared to crap of it, and he still sleeps with his lights on.
my dads mom practiced witchcraft and shoot like before my dad grew up.
story #1
when my dad was growing up, he had 4 brothers. he shared a room with a brother. his brother would see monsters sometimes, like a shadow that would come out of the wall and choke/scratch him. my dad was too scared to look because he thought he would see it and it would attack him... but nobody else in the family would see it.
later on, my dad was at his grandpas house, lying on the bed, when he saw a demon and it was like choking him. i have very few details about this, cause my dad is scared to crap of it, and he still sleeps with his lights on.
my dads mom practiced witchcraft and shoot like before my dad grew up.
story #2
my grandma's sister lives in florida. her husband had a boat, and he was riding it to some place where he was gonna meet his wife who was driving. he never showed up, and is proclaimed missing. his path went directly through the bermuda triangle. no boat or body were ever found, which i think pisses her off cause she cant get the insurance money for some set amount of years. i actually have a book that has the story in it, but my grandmas sister has some other stories about seeing things under water while the were sailing (before her husband dissapeared)
my grandma's sister lives in florida. her husband had a boat, and he was riding it to some place where he was gonna meet his wife who was driving. he never showed up, and is proclaimed missing. his path went directly through the bermuda triangle. no boat or body were ever found, which i think pisses her off cause she cant get the insurance money for some set amount of years. i actually have a book that has the story in it, but my grandmas sister has some other stories about seeing things under water while the were sailing (before her husband dissapeared)
story #3
my brother downloaded a couple "satanist" spells and such to try and summon a demon into the house, because he was pissed off at my parents or something. he did some stupid ritual or something, and went to sleep. there were three lit candles. he woke up to something whispering in his ears, and one of the candles was out. this happened two more times for the other two candles. now my brother is out of the house, and i have his room, but i have yet to encounter any "supernatural" beings in there.
my brother downloaded a couple "satanist" spells and such to try and summon a demon into the house, because he was pissed off at my parents or something. he did some stupid ritual or something, and went to sleep. there were three lit candles. he woke up to something whispering in his ears, and one of the candles was out. this happened two more times for the other two candles. now my brother is out of the house, and i have his room, but i have yet to encounter any "supernatural" beings in there.
I know this lady that told this story. I remember it almost word for word because the story scared me so bad and I was only fifteen. You would have had to be there to get the real creeps from hearing her tell us what had happened...so I am going to try to tell it like she did a year and a half after this actually happened and after all the hoopla had died down...My version isn't near as spooky as hers...
She was packing to go to the mountain cabin where she was going to meet up with her husband who had already been at the cabin for a few days. But she was tired after a hard day at work and the news was saying a storm was moving into the area. She didn't want to drive up the mountain road in the dark with rain coming down so she decided to wait 'till the next morning. That night she woke from a horrible dream that didn't make sense to her but left an awful foreboding and fear in her.
The dream was actually very simple. In it, she is driving up the mountain road. Suddenly she has a flat. She gets out of the vehicle to change the tire, but feels as if some one is watching her. She hurries to the back of the car, raises the trunk lid and is going to take the spare tire out but she realizes the spare is also flat. She then remembers her husband had told her to be sure and get the spare checked before leaving town. There are few other cars on the road because of the weather conditions and she is beginning to have a real bad feeling. She's looking all around but see's nothing out of the ordinary. Finally she decides that she can walk the rest of the way. The cabin is only about a mile and a half away. She starts walking but suddenly hears something in the bushes. She calls out but there is no more sound so she figures it's an animal and she probably scared it more than it scared her so she starts walking again. Suddenly there comes another rustling of the bushes and what sounded like a human grunt as if someone had walked into or fallen into something. She is frozen in midstep and too scared to even squeak.
Then she woke up, safe and sound in her own bed. After a stern talking to herself, and a laugh at her "deer in the headlights" dream,
she finally drifts back to sleep. The dream picks up exactly where she had woken up as if it was just waiting for her to come back. She is standing by the edge of the road in frozen terror one foot farther out in front of the other as if she had just taken a half-finished step. In her dream, somehow she knows that a police car will be coming up the road in the direction she has just come from. Cautiously, slowly, rigidly, she eases one foot back, then the next foot. Never does she remove her eyes from the spot where she heard the noise. She took two steps, then another.
She knows if she can only move a little farther few feet away, whatever is in the bushes will not catch her, for after all, she had won every high school and college track meet she had ever been in. She can outrun whoever or whatever at least as far as that police car that is coming way too slowly somewhere behind her. Just as she starts her pivot to run in the other direction there is the noise of feet heavily pounding the ground and running straight at her. (At this point in the story is where I think I wet myself. I mean we KNEW the lady! We knew what had happened but not the full story like this! We're sitting in the middle of a church building listening to a woman tell us how she believes in miracles!) And this is where she woke for the secon.........
Sorry people I have to leave right now. something's come up that i have to take care of. ya'll just tell me if you want to hear the rest and i'll try to finish it tomorrow.
She was packing to go to the mountain cabin where she was going to meet up with her husband who had already been at the cabin for a few days. But she was tired after a hard day at work and the news was saying a storm was moving into the area. She didn't want to drive up the mountain road in the dark with rain coming down so she decided to wait 'till the next morning. That night she woke from a horrible dream that didn't make sense to her but left an awful foreboding and fear in her.
The dream was actually very simple. In it, she is driving up the mountain road. Suddenly she has a flat. She gets out of the vehicle to change the tire, but feels as if some one is watching her. She hurries to the back of the car, raises the trunk lid and is going to take the spare tire out but she realizes the spare is also flat. She then remembers her husband had told her to be sure and get the spare checked before leaving town. There are few other cars on the road because of the weather conditions and she is beginning to have a real bad feeling. She's looking all around but see's nothing out of the ordinary. Finally she decides that she can walk the rest of the way. The cabin is only about a mile and a half away. She starts walking but suddenly hears something in the bushes. She calls out but there is no more sound so she figures it's an animal and she probably scared it more than it scared her so she starts walking again. Suddenly there comes another rustling of the bushes and what sounded like a human grunt as if someone had walked into or fallen into something. She is frozen in midstep and too scared to even squeak.
Then she woke up, safe and sound in her own bed. After a stern talking to herself, and a laugh at her "deer in the headlights" dream,
she finally drifts back to sleep. The dream picks up exactly where she had woken up as if it was just waiting for her to come back. She is standing by the edge of the road in frozen terror one foot farther out in front of the other as if she had just taken a half-finished step. In her dream, somehow she knows that a police car will be coming up the road in the direction she has just come from. Cautiously, slowly, rigidly, she eases one foot back, then the next foot. Never does she remove her eyes from the spot where she heard the noise. She took two steps, then another.
She knows if she can only move a little farther few feet away, whatever is in the bushes will not catch her, for after all, she had won every high school and college track meet she had ever been in. She can outrun whoever or whatever at least as far as that police car that is coming way too slowly somewhere behind her. Just as she starts her pivot to run in the other direction there is the noise of feet heavily pounding the ground and running straight at her. (At this point in the story is where I think I wet myself. I mean we KNEW the lady! We knew what had happened but not the full story like this! We're sitting in the middle of a church building listening to a woman tell us how she believes in miracles!) And this is where she woke for the secon.........
Sorry people I have to leave right now. something's come up that i have to take care of. ya'll just tell me if you want to hear the rest and i'll try to finish it tomorrow.
ok i got the kid back to sleep- give me a bit and i'll write it up
well anyway.
She starts to run but hears footsteps pounding toward her and of course is petrified in place. Again she wakes up just before whoever or whatever it is bursts thru the bushes.
This time however she can't talk herself out of the heebie-jeebies and she's also angry at herself for having such a dream that has disrupted her whole nite. By this time, it's too late to go back to sleep and she doesn't want to dream again anyway. So she gets up, makes coffee, takes her shower, and decides to just make an early start of the day. It's still dark outside but the sun will be up in about 30 minutes so off she goes to surprise her husband with an early arrival.
She's a little anxious about the drive because of the weather and no matter how she scolds herself, the dream keeps niggling at the edges of her mind. But she's a strong-willed woman and every time she starts to think about it, she stops herself and tries to think of something else. Finally she turns on the cd player and begins to enjoy the soothing solitude of being one of the very few on the road this morning. She's always enjoyed driving. For her, it's as relaxing as reading a book is to others and she's the type of person that doesn't mind being alone with her own company. Give her the road, some music, and the outdoors and she's happy. That is, she's happy until the tire blows out.
Now she's very, very unhappy. She's brought the car to a safe stop but she continues to sit there clutching the steering wheel in stunned and sweating shock. A fleeting semi-hysterical thought goes through her mind. Women don't sweat, we "dew". A laugh bursts out of her mouth before she can stop it and she swiftly claps her hand over her mouth.
She knows she needs to stop all these thoughts going through her mind like a freight train but she needs a minute or two before reason and logic can kick in. She starts talking to herself. Ok, ok, get a grip. This is my own fault. That dream was my Id's way of saying don't forget to check the spare. I knew the tire on the left side wasn't in the best of shape and I should have replaced both of the back tires. And then I turn around and worry so much about the stupid dream that I forget to check the spare anyway....Well she soundly berated herself until she felt relieved that everything had a logical explanation and convoluted tho it was, it still was just a dream and she didn't believe in omens, portents, or whatever. She was a grown woman with grown children for gods sake. And for all the times she'd secretly wished for a little excitement in her life, this was not what she'd had in mind. With this sound reasoning and strict talking-to she made up her mind...she would walk the rest of the way. It couldn't be more than a mile to the turnoff. And so, that's what she does. Walk.
She likes to walk too. Especially in the middle of the road. Just because. The sun is shining now, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are chirping. Umm, errr, When did the birds quit chirping? Well s**t! Don't do this to me, Lord. I'll be at church every sunday for the next year and I'm sorry about that little word that just slipped out. I can do better there too, Lord. I know it's been a while since you and I talked but now's a really great time if you wouldn't mind listening a little bit. In the middle of this very heartwarming little chat, is when she heard the noise. Yes, sure enough, she's standing stock-still on the road as she definitively hears......footsteps. Footsteps??
Noway, Nohow, is she going to do this any longer. She admits it. Her spit has dried up and she doesn't care who or what is in the bushes, she's outa here.
She starts to run but hears footsteps pounding toward her and of course is petrified in place. Again she wakes up just before whoever or whatever it is bursts thru the bushes.
This time however she can't talk herself out of the heebie-jeebies and she's also angry at herself for having such a dream that has disrupted her whole nite. By this time, it's too late to go back to sleep and she doesn't want to dream again anyway. So she gets up, makes coffee, takes her shower, and decides to just make an early start of the day. It's still dark outside but the sun will be up in about 30 minutes so off she goes to surprise her husband with an early arrival.
She's a little anxious about the drive because of the weather and no matter how she scolds herself, the dream keeps niggling at the edges of her mind. But she's a strong-willed woman and every time she starts to think about it, she stops herself and tries to think of something else. Finally she turns on the cd player and begins to enjoy the soothing solitude of being one of the very few on the road this morning. She's always enjoyed driving. For her, it's as relaxing as reading a book is to others and she's the type of person that doesn't mind being alone with her own company. Give her the road, some music, and the outdoors and she's happy. That is, she's happy until the tire blows out.
Now she's very, very unhappy. She's brought the car to a safe stop but she continues to sit there clutching the steering wheel in stunned and sweating shock. A fleeting semi-hysterical thought goes through her mind. Women don't sweat, we "dew". A laugh bursts out of her mouth before she can stop it and she swiftly claps her hand over her mouth.
She knows she needs to stop all these thoughts going through her mind like a freight train but she needs a minute or two before reason and logic can kick in. She starts talking to herself. Ok, ok, get a grip. This is my own fault. That dream was my Id's way of saying don't forget to check the spare. I knew the tire on the left side wasn't in the best of shape and I should have replaced both of the back tires. And then I turn around and worry so much about the stupid dream that I forget to check the spare anyway....Well she soundly berated herself until she felt relieved that everything had a logical explanation and convoluted tho it was, it still was just a dream and she didn't believe in omens, portents, or whatever. She was a grown woman with grown children for gods sake. And for all the times she'd secretly wished for a little excitement in her life, this was not what she'd had in mind. With this sound reasoning and strict talking-to she made up her mind...she would walk the rest of the way. It couldn't be more than a mile to the turnoff. And so, that's what she does. Walk.
She likes to walk too. Especially in the middle of the road. Just because. The sun is shining now, the scenery is beautiful, the birds are chirping. Umm, errr, When did the birds quit chirping? Well s**t! Don't do this to me, Lord. I'll be at church every sunday for the next year and I'm sorry about that little word that just slipped out. I can do better there too, Lord. I know it's been a while since you and I talked but now's a really great time if you wouldn't mind listening a little bit. In the middle of this very heartwarming little chat, is when she heard the noise. Yes, sure enough, she's standing stock-still on the road as she definitively hears......footsteps. Footsteps??
Noway, Nohow, is she going to do this any longer. She admits it. Her spit has dried up and she doesn't care who or what is in the bushes, she's outa here.
I'm sorry. I started reading what I wrote and realized I was writing a book instead of what I set out to write. But if you knew what I left out of what she said! She is a powerful speaker. If only you could have heard it yourselves you'd know what i mean. But now she won't talk about it anymore.
The ending is actually very short---There was a man in the bushes and he certainly meant her harm. She ran-He ran faster. He caught her by the hair. She did get away but she had some knife cuts. Not too bad and she was lucky. But when she found the road again, she knew he was coming behind her, and she's heading back down the hill as fast as she can when a policeman came around the curve ahead of her. He saved her. The man was shot and killed. The miracle was the dream and she truly believes god had a hand in all of it. I don't think she's missed a sunday since unless she was out of town. For those of you that don't believe in a higher being, you'll have to decide for yourselves why, and how, did the dream happen.
anyway, sorry about getting carried away.
The ending is actually very short---There was a man in the bushes and he certainly meant her harm. She ran-He ran faster. He caught her by the hair. She did get away but she had some knife cuts. Not too bad and she was lucky. But when she found the road again, she knew he was coming behind her, and she's heading back down the hill as fast as she can when a policeman came around the curve ahead of her. He saved her. The man was shot and killed. The miracle was the dream and she truly believes god had a hand in all of it. I don't think she's missed a sunday since unless she was out of town. For those of you that don't believe in a higher being, you'll have to decide for yourselves why, and how, did the dream happen.
anyway, sorry about getting carried away.
You're lucky, you can bullshoot. I wish I could do that. My teachers say to write an essay and I respond, "I can write that in two sentences." They say, "I don't care." So, then I spend four hours playing with margins and font size and such to make those two sentences look like five paragraphs. 
I had to bullshoot like that once. We had to write a 200 word minimum paper on some short story and I had all of what I was going to say in 120. All I basically did was repeat what I said before in different words to fill out the space. I got an A on it and he wrote that explained it very well.
Me... I think you should write that out as a short story and get it published. It's one heck of a tale - good enough for a quick horror flick.
Guys...I'm wounded!! You think that's just a story? I'm not Mrs. King. 
A 200 word essay? You make me chuckle. 
Very good story desertgrl!!
Very good story desertgrl!!
English class is really fudgeed up nowadays. We have a substitute for a couple of weeks and he basically rants for at least 30 minutes each day about just about anything and everything and tries to make a connection between the Orwell books we are reading. He goes way off target most of the time, we end up with talking about things as ridiculous as on here. This guy in my english class is fudgeed up too. He got his rod pierced. He says it helps the g-spot. I don't think he could get laid anyway. He did it himself, so it wasn't a very pretty mess. Bloody, and you can only guess what happens when he goes to the bathroom. He walks like he has something stuck up his ass. He is very sensitive when he moves.
-What does this have to do with ghosts you may ask? The idea of my rod getting pierced scares the shoot out of me.
-What does this have to do with ghosts you may ask? The idea of my rod getting pierced scares the shoot out of me.
Do we really need to know about that, safmoor? I mean, seriously.
I've got a nifty story bout vampires that is almost finished. Should I really try see if it can be published?
This story takes place on a desolated, devestated earth wher people are an endangered
species that lives underground at nite.
There are humans above ground but they are trackers. (And also something else.)
This story takes place on a desolated, devestated earth wher people are an endangered
species that lives underground at nite.
There are humans above ground but they are trackers. (And also something else.)
Hmmm a story about vampires and rods getting pierced all rolled into one... where is this going?
Well, I could tell worse, like this HBO special on piercings....
i wrote a short story about window washer guy who goes to a golf course and gets bitten by a vampire. then the guy starts dressing 'goth' so that all the goth kids hang out with him cause hes a vampire. but they dont realize he is REALLY a vampire and he kills the poor goth kids. its a crazy story, second in my eyes only to my story about the world without toilets.
