It was a dark and stormy night...

[Clairaudient]

I'm a big fan of ghost stories and the supernatural involving the deceased. I'm no fanatic; I'm not even sure I believe in ghosts. I do however really enjoy the survival horror genre as well as reading ghost stories posted online. Photo galleries and histories behind old buildings or condemned asylums also peak my interest.

So I ask you, fellow Escapists, have you ever had a close encounter with the supernatural? * Or pehaps you'd like to share a tale from a friend of a friend? As long as it's interesting I have no problems.

(*Edited addition)

 

[ElephantGuts]

Ooh I'm also very interested in the supernatural, I love ghost stories, and I'd love it if some people would post some interesting ones, true or not.

Unfortunately, or actually I guess fortunately, I haven't had any experiences of that sort.

 

[imperialwar]

i work in a building that is built on land where a mason's guild hall used to be.
i have trained martial arts and play alot of games, so have developed a twich reflexes. I have trained myself to react to movement. alot of times i will be patrolling the building and "see" something and react to it, only to have nothing there.

also not directly involved to me but my cousin told a story of how when her and her friend moved into my recently departed grandads house, her friend was knocked across the room by some unseen force.

edited for spelling

 

[000Ronald]

Depends; does it have to be true, or can I tell you a story I know?

 

[Shivari]

I've seen the ghosts of this thread's past.

 

[OverlordSteve]

One time I was looking out the window of my country house, and I swear that for a momment everything stood still and went negative. Then something rushed past my window at it was over.

Not really supernatural, but still scary as hell in context, it was around 12:00 when it happened.

 

[crepesack]

Uhh my friend the words "It was a dark and stormy night" is the beginning clause to what is now called the worst written first paragraph of any book and in fact they have a contest to see who can write a worse paragraph every year

 

[Clairaudient]

I've seen the ghosts of this thread's past.

I hope you don't mean it's a repost of something that's been done. =/

Though I've only been posting here for a few days and am still a youngin', I actively use the forum search option to research existing topics before I start them myself.

 

[Iceman23]

I've seen the ghosts of this thread's past.

I hope you don't mean it's a repost of something that's been done. =/

Though I've only been posting here for a few days and am still a youngin', I actively use the forum search option to research existing topics before I start them myself.

Nah you should be fine, I recall a topic from a month or two back that was about Ghosts, but it wasn't about discussing stories regarding them.

 

[Shivari]

I've seen the ghosts of this thread's past.

I hope you don't mean it's a repost of something that's been done. =/

Though I've only been posting here for a few days and am still a youngin', I actively use the forum search option to research existing topics before I start them myself.

That's exactly what I was saying. I believe the past few threads used the words "ghosts" instead of "supernatural". And the search doesn't always go back very far if there are a lot of threads that mentioned that word. So it's not necessarily your fault.

We seriously need an option to search titles only. It would make the search on here more efficient.

Nah you should be fine, I recall a topic from a month or two back that was about Ghosts, but it wasn't about discussing stories regarding them.

I think there has been one about stories, but whatever.

Also, just a question to mods. If a thread has been dead for months and months, is a new thread on that topic that much of a crime (assuming it's not a topic done to death)?

 

[Hazy]

Every few or so years, yes.
We were up in North Florida one year, when we decided to enter into an antique shop.
It was a 2 Story, and upon entering the second story we felt a very odd cold chill.
So there was a white rocking chair in the Right corner (North-East Quadrant). We started to approach it and it just moved, out of the ordinary. So, we all looked at each other like: "Woah what the heck? Eh it must be a loose board".
We then searched for about 15 minutes, no luck.
So I guess I could count that as one, seeing as how none of us got near the chair, and there was no loose board.

 

[Space Spoons]

At my old house, there was one spot in the living in which my dog would always act strangely. She would sort of rear up on her hind legs and sniff the air, like she would a person if someone were standing there. I soon noticed my cat behaving similarly; rearing up and pawing at the air, as though interacting with something I could not see.

It was very strange, and to this day, I have no idea what it meant.

 

[Unholykrumpet]

There was a thread a while back about whether or not people believe in ghosts.
This thread isn't about that. Stories are always neat.

I'll contribute by mentioning something that happened a long time ago. I was seven or eight at the time, so it's most likely an imaginary ghost, though I do still remember it...but the event did happen. Anyway.
I was sleeping in my bedroom on the second floor of our three story house in California. I woke up, and there was what appeared to be my father standing at the foot of my bed, though he was halfway in shadow. I asked him what he was doing there, but he didn't respond. I asked him again, and he said something to the extent of "Guarding you". My father the protector.

I took his hand and we walked down the hall, out to the stairwell. He slowly turned to me and said "you're fine now", and I realized he wasn't my father. As I started to scream, he turned and walked into this really creepy painting that overlooked the stairs. It was a picture of a crying clown parachuting into the ocean. It was drawn by the Red Skelton, if anyone knows who he is. Anyway, my parents came out of their room when they heard me screaming, and I told them what happened. My parents calmed me down and told me not to worry, and eventually I calmed down.

Anyway, two or three days later we were working on packing up our things to move, and we came across an old photo album. I pointed out a picture of my grandfather on my father's side and said "that's him. That's the man I saw at my bed". My father, always the emotionless hero, started crying like a two year old. I was only eight, but even I felt embarrassed for him. And I'm scared shitless of that picture...which we still have at my parents' house.

I don't believe in ghosts. I don't really believe in guardian angels. I'm pretty sure that I was half dreaming the whole thing, might even have been my first time sleep walking. But my dad told me that he had never shown a picture of my grandfather to me before, but meh. I probably got into the photo albums as a little tyke.

 

[werepossum]

When I was maybe eight or so I explored an abandoned house with two of my cousins. This was my grandparents' old home place and only had three rooms, all of which had busted out windows, so it wasn't exactly Raiders of the Lost Ark, but to a kid it was a satisfyingly scary old place especially about dusk, even though we'd been in it many times before. This particular time though a great horned owl had moved in. Just about the time I reached the third room this owl comes flying out. If you've ever been around owls you know that they make no noise at all when flying, they have huge yellow eyes that glow in the slightest light, and their feathers don't reflect light very well. To my mind what I saw was an owl. To my legs what I saw was a floating head with big glowing yellow eyes and arms that reached for me whilst rapidly but noiselessly approaching. My cousins were blocking the door by both trying to exit at the same time so I took the window, which had its stiles but thankfully no glass remaining. I went straight through the flimsy remains of the window, which is probably six or eight feet above the ground (the house was built on a serious slope on the side of the holler.) Even through the air I was still running - I think the pressure of my legs pumping through the air actually sped me up. Since home is on my side I'm now in the lead, which means two sets of sneakers slapping dirt road behind me. My mind is still yelling "OWL" but my legs are still yelling "MONSTER IN THE HOUSE, MONSTER BEHIND ME, PROBABLY GAINING!"

It's about a quarter mile home, all uphill, and I think I made it in about five minutes. And in spite of me being the shortest and a determined effort by both cousins to not be last (I don't have to outrun IT, I just have to outrun YOU) I finished well in the lead.

How's that?

 

[the protaginist]

one time,i was sleeping,and all of a sudden i get slapped in the face.My parents were away at a football game,so i walk into my sisters room and i say,"the hell you hit me for?"Shes dead asleep. freaky.

 

[crepesack]

that above must have been the most surreal poltergeist i have ever heard of my friend

 

[the protaginist]

say what you want,scared the hell outta me.

 

[Rabab_Thesus]

There's supposed to be a ghost in my school (which is half, underground and barely has any windows, by the way, so that when the lights go out, they go OUT). A bunch of people were having a huge fit about him at the last lock in for the thespian society. Me and my friend were the only ones up when it got to be about 4... well, the only one's that were still on stage instead of in the classroom watching "Rent"... again... but I went upstairs into the cafeteria and started throwing random cards from the deck I brought with me onto one of the tables. I don't know if it was supposed to be supernatural, but every time I would throw a heart, it would miss the table I was throwing it at or just slide off. Not that scary, honestly, but Clifton (the other guy) swears up and down that someone was fooling around with the tools in the prop room backstage while he was down there by himself....

:O

 

[000Ronald]

*Note: The factuality of this story is...shall we say...sketchy...yes, that word will suffice. In either case, it is a story told to me by a friend, who claimed it happened to him and another friend. It's not that I don't belive him (despite the fact that he does enjoy a good yarn) but...well...I'll let you see...

Also, for the sake of anonymity, names of people and places have been changed. My apologies, but that's how "Fatman" would have wanted it.*

So me and Mickey were driving down the road one day. It was close to sunset; the sun was bathing the horizon in a glow that wasn't quite orange and not quite blood red. I don't remember what me and Mickey were talking about; everything else that happened that night drove it from my memory, starting with us hitting Dick.

I only closed my eyes for a second, I swear; I was laughing at something, then BOOM! something smashed into the car. Due to years of playing video games, I had unusually honed reflexes, so I stepped on the brake straightaway.

We both sat in silence for a moment. "Ditch 'im." Mickey said. "We don't wanna get involved in this shit."

I'd like to think I knew better than that, though. OK, if I were to be completely honest, I would have to say that I wanted to see a dead body, but I wanted to help if he was hurt, too. So I got out.

Whoever it was, he didn't seem very phased by being hit by a car (I dismissed it as us not going very fast at the time, though I knew we must have been pushing sixty). He was sitting with his legs crossed, stretching out his arms, yawning. Fucking yawning. Like he didn't hava a worry in the world.

"Uhh, are you OK?"

The guy turned around. "Considering I just got hit by a car, I'd say I'm in tip-top shape. You wouldn't happen to be the offenders, would you?"

The first thing that struck me was his voice. It was...cheerful...lighthearted...again, like he didn't give a shit. Hit by a car, and he didn't give a shit. He also sounded...smart... really smart, like saturday morning cartoon evil genius smart. I don't know how that works, but it does. You heared him, and you knew he was a genius.

"OK...Are you sure you're alright? Any broken bones, ruptured organs-"

"Besides a couple of bruises, I'm sure I'm fine, yes." The guy said, jumping (literally, jumping) to his feet. "You weren't going that fast, were you?"

"Dude, I dunno; these are all backroads-"

"Well, it seems like there's been no harm, no foul. No error on anyone's part, except maybe mine for running into the middle of the road."

OK, I should mention how this guy was dressed. I already said it was the middle of summer, right? Right. Well, this guy was wearing these huge boots, jeans, a black shirt, and a flat gray jacket over his shirt. He was wearing at least two layers, maybe three. Now, I might not have mentioned this before, but it was hot out. I think they said it was gonna be a hundred degrees outside. I don't know why he was dressed like this, I just thought it was odd at the time.

So the guy brushes a bit of dust off his jeans, and looks to me. "My name's Dick, by the way. You wouldn't by any chance know where we are right now, would you?"

Bum Fuck Egypt came to mind, but I pushed it back. "Somewhere outside of Augusta, I think. Why?"

"Hu. Peachy." I remember that really well for some reason. Well, besides the fact that no one says 'peachy' anymore. "Would you mind driving me somewhere? I think it's the least you can do after nearly running me over."

Now really, after a reply like that, would you be able to say no?

So we hopped back in the car, and drove over to Agusta. I dropped Mickey off at his house and drove to mine, offering Dick a place to stay. "I don't think I'll need it." he said, leaning against the porch.

"What makes you think that?"

"You really wanna know?" Dick was smirking.

"Well, yeah!"

Dick sighed. "The truth is...I'm from the future. Twenty-two years into the future, to be exact. I was conducting expirements in teleportation when I was hit by your car. And here I am now."

I looked at him for a second. And I laughed. I didn't belive a word he'd just said. OK, if he was an alien, maybe, but the fucking future? C'mon!

Dick laughed too. "I didn't think you'd belive me. But maybe you'll belive Cindy; she's right over there."

I looked over to the direction he nodded in; nothing was there. I looked over to laugh at him and there was this girl with her arms wrapped around him, talking too fast for me to make out anything. Or maybe I was just zoned out. I was shocked.

After a couple of minutes, the girl looked to me; she had the prettiest blue eyes, I remember. She had been crying, too, because her eyes were red and puffy. She looked at me for a moment and said "No..."

"I tried to tell you." Dick said. "I tried to tell you, but no one belived me."

"It's just...It's not possible. How?"

"Am I missing something?"

"Don't worry about it, Jacob."

I nodded and let them go about their business. I had no idea what they were talking about, so I went inside and went to sleep. The next morning, when I woke up, there was a tape on my bedstand; it said, "From Dick: Play me"

So, still thinking I was dreaming, I put it in my cassette player. It said that if I was listening, than the time travel theory he had really does work, and he'll have to burn the blueprints, but more importiant, he was able to get back home safely. There was other stuff, too, but I only remember one other thing;

In the background, I heared what I would swear was a little kid ask if he could talk to "Uncle Jacob".

I was scared. I don't know why, but I was scared. I broke the casette in half, burned it, and buried the ashes in my backyard. The whole thing changed how I thought about the world, in a way.

*While this story might seem farfeched by itself, let me add a few more details.

This story came up as I was talking about a method of travel that may result in inadvertent time-travel

and for about a week after we met each other, Fatman refered to me as "Richard".

I leave the rest to you*

Spoiler: A note to the belivers

This story is entirely ficticious. I made it up off the top of my head, on the concept that I went back in time to visit a friend. I personally don't belive Time Travel is possible.

Apologies for giving your hopes up.

 

[ThaBenMan]

Good thread, I love these sorts of stories as well.

Sadly, I have no personal experiences to impart, but there was this one I can remember reading one time -

These two girls were driving along some backroads near where they live. Suddenly, the driver sees something weird in here rearview - it looks like a big white dog, but it seems to be getting closer, so it must be running really fast. Before long it comes up beside the car. It turns to look at her and smiles at her in a very chillingly human way. And then it just slows down, falls behind the car, and then dissappears.

Now, I don't know if it's true or not (supposedly it is), but I got a pleasant chill from reading it nonetheless.