Saturday, July 28, 2007

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I do believe in ghost for a very scary reason. When I was in high school (back in ’94 I believe), I went out with my cousin and her boyfriend. Well we went riding around back in the woods to see if we could find this church that was said to have this collection of money that you couldn’t carry outside the church. We weren’t going to steal the money, but we just wanted to see if the myth was true – that you couldn’t take the money out of the church.


So we find the church and the door was unlocked.. so we walk in. We walk up to the front and there’s some old money in an old rusted bowl on a podium. My cousin’s boyfriend gets the bowl and we start to walk out. The closer we got to the door, the heavier the money and bowl got… and by the time we got to the door, he had to drop it. He tried to pick it back up and it wouldn’t move.


To say the least, we got the hell out of there. Then a few weeks later the church burned down.

More spooky stuff...

From Crazy Redhead Chick:
Not so much scary as...weird. Several years ago, I was living with my grandparents. My grandpa was a log truck driver and had a job that meant he had to stay in Northern California (we live in Oregon) 5 days out of every 7. Now the paranormal is kind of genetic in the women in may family. But this particular night, my cousin woke up and saw a 'see though man' walk past his side of the bed (he, his mom, and his sister were sharing. The kids were pretty young.) Since he was the only male in the house at the time, he woke up his mother. We got the kids out of the room and my aunt and I sat on the bed and tried to figure out who had come to visit.

On the wall of the bedroom, there was a cuckoo clock on the wall that was a family heirloom, but no longer had the interal parts, and so didn't run. Until that night. As my aunt and I sat there for an hour or more, the clock would stop and start running as we asked questions. If it was running, the answer was no. We eventually asked just the right questions to learn that my grandfather was in danger. We called him, and since he is well aware of our occasional visitors, he got in his pickup and drive home. By the time he got there, it was 3 or 4 in the morning. He called his boss as soon as he could and asked him to have grandpa's log truck checked over.

A couple hours later, the boss called back. One of the brake lines on the big truck had severed and the truck would not have been able to stop.

We believe that clock, and the man who woke up my cousin saved my grandfather's life.

From Justine:
I believe whole-heartedly in ghosts. I never used to, but that was before my cousins dared me to go out into their backyard and into the woods alone one scary night. I was 8, but I was far more scared of bears and other forest creatures then the possibilities of ghosts. Plus, I could see how scared they were to go in, obviously they thought I was going to wimp out.

Well, they were wrong. At first.

I took my flashlight and went head first into the woods, loudly clanking around in my boots and pajamas for several yards. I made sure to make a point to turn around and smirk at them as I disappeared further in. Once I lost site of them, that's when I saw it. A floating white figure seemingly hovering off the ground.

I turned my flashlight to get a better glimpse, even though my heart was pounding and I wanted to do nothing more than run. As if it saw my motions, it was just gone, and that's when I booked it.

My cousins never believed me, but I think I scared them more than I scared myself. I remember them telling me in our teenage years that before they moved they had still never gone in. Their loss. :)

And here's a heck of a tale from Mitch:
Yes, I definitely believe in ghosts. I've seen one.

Back in 1993, our house burned down. After a few months of staying
with friends and family, we moved into our "new" house ... It was
built in the 1800s.

Anyway, I started having really bad dreams, all about this boy who was
young, maybe 8 or 9 years old, dying in really creepy ways ... and
always at the hands of a much older man.

And then one night, I saw the boy when I was awake. He was pointing
to the closet door. I asked who he was. He either couldn't or didn't
want to speak. He just kept pointing at the door. I was creeped out,
but went to open it, and the boy/ghost disappeared. Instead, he was
now hanging in the closet. There was a rod in there, but that wasn't
where he was hanging from.

The next day, I started researching the history of the house. As it
turns out, in the early 1900s, a family had lived there. The dad's
brother was "taken ill" (went crazy) and was living with the family.
One night, he killed his nephew by choking him and then hung a noose
around his neck and hung the boy in the closet. The family found him
the next day.

After I found out about the boy, I never saw him again, either awake
or sleeping.

So yes, I believe they're still around, when they have reason.

by...frykitty... 7/28/2007 10:06:00 PM ... ~link~

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