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So it's Hallowe'en, right? Your starter for ten:
Has anything supernatural / inexplicable ever happened to you?
Nothing scary or supernatural has ever happened to me. I mean, I see flies at night and aliens and the devil on the wardrobe, and once the black crone sat on my chest, but I know these are just my mind playing tricks on me. Has anyone here ever been spooked by something they can't explain?
To start you off, here is a tale somebody told on another board on which I lurk:
quote: a person I was sharing a house with died on halloween. they found he was found about 4 days later, and for four days after halloween strange goings on were afoot in my room. I woke up seeing someone standing in my room over my bed a few time. my duvet would be pulled off. talking in my ear while i was trying to sleep. tv would turn itself on etc etc
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Back when I was about five or six years old, my dad was trying - and failing - to write a novel. Like father, like son, I guess lol etc. Anyway, he wanted to get away from it all, get some peace and quiet so he took a job as janitor of a hotel up in the mountains, looking after this place over the course of the winter. It looked pretty picturesque, although - you know - isolated. I remember this guy telling us about how it was built on an old Indian burial ground, and how this other dude that used to live there flipped out and murdered his family. I didn't really think anything of it at the time, being six years old, these things didn't really mean much to me. But anyway, we were there for a while, and I remember wierd things happening. Hearing voices, seeing visions of little girls massacred in the hallway, a tidal wave of blood coming out of the lift doors - that kind of thing. Anyway. It was strange. I wondered whether it was all in my head, but I reckon dad must have been feeling it too because he started to act unusual. Ranting about bashing my mum's face in, attacking us with an axe. That kind of thing. Also, the wierd thing was there was the picture on the wall of this guy who looked just like dad, only it was 1923 or something. That freaked me out because I'd never really been able to explain it. Spooky stuff. Anyway. Dad got back to normal, once we got him back to Dorset, and defrosted him.
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I once made up an excellent ghost story complete with spooky assed photo on my camera phone to scare Christina. Only it really, really freaked her out because she believed in ghosts. What a guy.
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This one time when I was a kid we were driving and we picked up a hitchiker or we'd stopped the car for gas or something, I forget the details, but people kept flashing their lights at us and telling us to pull over and there was a body or something and the banging was a head on the roof.
It was a long time ago, so sorry it's a bit vague.
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So nothing scary has ever happened to anyone. Posts: 6175
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Lol @ Thorn.
It’s not ghosty but something really grim happened to my mate,not dissimilar to what London quoted. She realised at some point that she hadn’t seen her lodger for a while. Then a couple of days later, she realised that she’d really not seen him for a while. And there was this funny smell, like? And her and her bloke joked about it, heh I bet your lodger’s dead in his room, because like, this sort of stuff happens on telly but it never happens in real life does it? I mean, it’s not as though this is that film with Ewan MacGregor in it, youknow, the one where Doctor Who goes mad and lives in the attic, but at least you get to see his bum at some point? Anyway, she and her bloke got a bit pissed and decided to put an end to these slightly disquieting thoughts and her bloke kicked the door down. To discover her lodger. Dead in his room. Suicide. Pills, apparently. Been there over a week.
Then a week later she discovered her boyfriend was sleeping with her best mate and she went a bit mad for a while. Understandably.
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I used to see people who were not there in our old flat in Amsterdam all the time.
I'll tell you a spooky(ish) story, when I was in my teens we used to play about with a Ouija board at my mate Paul’s house’, big old spooky English 4 floors of fear type building.
Paul had the attic room and we used to do the board on the back of a large Marshall speaker amp, nobody took it seriously, we all laughed and joked about it and generally took the piss all the way through even though none of us understood how or why the glass moved or answered the questions we asked it..
One night we got someone talking through the board, this was like 25 years ago now, so I forget the name but for the sake of poor memory it was something like ‘Bobo’ and as usual we took the piss, asked stupid questions and generally mucked about.
Whatever (or whoever) was inside the glass on the board was getting annoyed. Or so it seemed… We continued to take the piss until the glass started going round and round the board in circles at increasing speed, faster and faster it span and we all freaked out a bit and one by one removed our fingers from atop the glass…
The glass however didn’t seem to care and continued to circle the back of the speaker all by itself, getting faster and faster and faster before suddenly shooting off at an angle and smashing itself to pieces on the corner of the amp.
Spooky enough really…
UNTIL..
We went downstairs to leave Paul’s house and heard Paul’s little brother Ben in deep conversation with someone, Ben’s room however was empty…
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Eeep, that actually scared me. My mum said that ouija boards are THE DEVIL'S TOYS and if we played with it the DEVIL would get us. Has anyone else ever tried one?
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Went through a craze of doing them at school, but I don't think it counts if you're using a yoghurt pot on a ouija board drawn on some paper from your rough book.
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I tried one with my cousins once, but nothing happened. One school I went to gave loads of seminars on this stuff, like warning us against the danger of Ouija boards and demon worship stuff like that, it seemed pretty pathetic and the major effect it had was to start a craze for us trying out Ouija boards, levitation etc.
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quote:Originally posted by London: We should totally have a Ouija board meet! Only I think I'll just watch if that's ok. What's 'ouija' anyway?
It's just a brand name, invented by Parker Brothers to sell their 'talking boards'. It isn't really anything. Just the German and French words for 'yes' combined. It doesn't mean anything more than Wii or iPod.
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I googled that to see if Thorn was making it up. I have to say Google's effort for Halloween is a bit poor. Just some bandages and a skeletal hand. I expected a pumpkin at the very least. Five on Ten.
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You don't need a special made Parker Bros board though, just some cards with A-Z letters on a yes and a no arranged in a circle on a smooth surface and a roundish wine glass with a medium length stem..
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My cousin had an authentic 1950s Ouija board. The fact that it was made by Waddingtons despookified it somewhat.
I've only had one spooky experience in my life. It happened when I was a teenager. A close family member was seriously ill in hospital and everyone had gone there to hold some sort of bedside praying vigil. I was at home with my aunt, who was staying overnight with me. She was only about 5 years older than me, so we got on well enough for her to share my room with me that night. So, at about 10.30ish, we decided to go to bed - we were all tired out with the worrying and all that. We were laying in bed, wide awake, talking about everything that was going on when we heard the fornt door to the house open. We naturally assumed that it was a family member returning from the hospital, so we called out to them. We got no reply, however we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Again, we just assumed that whoever it was that had come home was coming upstairs to see us and update us on what had been happening at the hospital. So we lay there, waiting. The footsteps reached my bedroom door. The door opened wide. The bedroom light switched on.
And that was that. Noone came into my room. We sat up and called out but noone answered. We got out of bed and went to see who it was. The house was empty. We searched every room and nook and cranny (thinking that it was my uncle, who liked to play everyone up) but found noone. We ended up sitting in the kithen, with every light in the house turned on, terrified. Eventually, people came home from the hospital and we talked about what had happened. My nan immediately became very upset - she said that our family had a history of 'being visited' whenever someone was about to die. There's even a special name for it, but I'm fucked if I can remember it. Anyway, the family member in hospital turned out to be terminally ill and did in fact die a little while later.
Make of that what you will. I try to dimiss it as part of my family's predilection for superstition, omens etc but I can honestly put my hand on my heart and say that my aunt and I searched the entire house and found noone.
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quote:Originally posted by London: My mum said that ouija boards are THE DEVIL'S TOYS and if we played with it the DEVIL would get us. Has anyone else ever tried one?
I used to play with mine all the time! A friend and I went to a cemetary near his home a few times, you know, to get closer to the dead I guess. Who knows what we were thinking really, it was a long time ago and we were both pretty wasted at the time. It seemed like the thing to do. Anyway, one night we had the board strategically placed across this guys grave, his name was Newton Holden. I'll never forget that name. Anyhow, we asked old Newton if we could have a word or two with him. First time, the mystic oracle moved slowly to No. We asked again and got the same, slow answer. The third time, the damned mystic oracle shot very quickly to No, stopped, then shot off the board and out of our view. We left the cemetary, never to return.
quote: Some users believe that paranormal or supernatural forces are at work in spelling out Ouija board answers. Skeptics believe that those using the board either consciously or unconsciously select what is read.
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I tell the same tale whenever anybody asks me this. My friend, Neil is convinced he is visited by his late Grandmother. If he is, she's a right mardy lady. I knew nothing of this until his parents told me with absolution: we have seen and heard her.
Nothing unusual that Neil and I would be listening to records in his bedroom, chatting yap, when I heard his mum calling him. So I'm like 'Neil your mum wants you' - so he goes downstairs and pokes his head around the door. She wasn't in. I didn't give it a blind bit of notice, citing it as an act of spack on my behalf.
Months later, his Dad is driving us to a Wildhearts concert (\m/) and they tell me all the different tales of the grandmother of spooky black mist. She appears on the end of his parents bed, head in hands and *DAN DAN DANIEL!* she calls his name. She even went as far as walking across the bathroom and slamming the toilet lid down. It was genuinely creepy sounding stuff, but it was relayed in such an earnest way. They are not the sort of people to make this up for a laugh and my other friends reported the same experience of hearing a voice call out his name, when there was no-one else around.
quote:Originally posted by Sidney: My nan immediately became very upset - she said that our family had a history of 'being visited' whenever someone was about to die.
My Great Auntie experienced a similar phenomenon, but in her case she'd see a gravestone-shaped cloud of mist in her back garden before the impending family death. At first, with her living alone and being on the verge of senility, my family simply deduced that she was losing her marbles the first time this 'coincidence' preceding a family death occurred (My Great Grandfather died hours later).
A second incident arose a year later when, at 1am one morning she rang everybody up claiming that there was another death to follow. Hours later, my Mother (who was in hospital giving birth) miscarried her would-be first child.
Two years on, she saw the gravestone again and indeed just days after informing my family of its reappearance, a cousin of mine also lost a child in the late stages of pregnancy.
Could merely be an incredible coincidence, but I certainly hope she doesn't ring again in the near future with news of another sighting. No fucking thank you.
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Last year on Halloween I was sitting in my lounge, just watching telly and suddenly there was a loud banging on my door. I went to answer it expecting to see one of my neighbours or a friend who had decided to drop by unexpectedly. Instead I was greeted by three ghostly apparitions the size of chimpanzees. They mumbled something at me, I couldn't understand it but it sounded threatening. I slammed the door shut, locked it and ran upstairs and hid terrified under my duvet. I stayed like that the whole night, too scared to move. The knocking sounds continued throughout the evening, finally ceasing about 10:30pm. In the morning I got the courage to look outside only to discover that my door and windows had been covered in some sort of ectoplasm, the colour and texture of raw eggs.
It was a horrific experience and it has taken me most of the year to get over it and start leading a semi normal life.
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Dude, my phone rang just as I read your post. It wasn't Zygotes great aunt though. Posts: 7436
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A couple of years ago Halloween managed to utterly pass me by until I opened the door to a fully fledged sizeable adult male in skeleton costume and Scream mask with realistic bloody knife.
It was only when I noticed the small childs clustered round his feet that I realised what was going on. There was a good several seconds of me just staring, shocked and alarmed at him. Which doesn't really bode well for me if I am ever confronted by a *real* knife wielding killer, does it?
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Not to be all bah humbug about it, but I'm in a bit of a quandary re trick or treaters coming round tonight and am considering buggering off out of it to the pub. If I'm not in, they can't take offence and pelt my house/car, surely?
The thing is, that I have on a number of occasions in the past, made a special purchase of small-childe-candy, yet have had no small childer come a-begging at all in the 5 years I have occupied my house. This leads me to two conclusions:
a) I truly do live in a stepford retirement community; and b) it seems unlikely that this year will buck the trend.
I don't want to go and buy lots of candy when no-one will come for it and I'll end up eating it myself and getting sugar-sick.
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