Ghost Stories

ummm yeah scary!!^...but true??

i think everyones eyes are playing tricks on them in that picture. i see the dress edge but i can't see the face or the hand...grrrrr

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drinking is always the answer. dog dies? have a drink. got a F on your math final? have a drink. hooked up with you moms aunt? have a drink.-cj
 
yeah way true. my brother told me it was probably his friends and said to not talk about it anymore.

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There is a man, A certain man, And for the poll you may be sure that hell do all he can, who is this one whos favorite sign just by his action has attraction magnets on the run, who likes to smoke, enjoys a joke and wouldnt get a bit upset if he were really broke with wealth and fame hes still the same i bet you five if not alive that you dont know his name.

**NWFT**

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oh sorry that comment was ment for irish.

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drinking is always the answer. dog dies? have a drink. got a F on your math final? have a drink. hooked up with you moms aunt? have a drink.-cj
 
holy fuck irish you just went upstairs and layed there? i would have called the police or bolted ass out of that house.

and i don't think the face is there, i think we're seeing things, the end of the dress is the only sure thing.

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Kerry/Edwards '04

Coors, the coldest tasting beer in the world
 
These are scaring me witless.

-at least you went down naked-

'If brain power was gas you couldn't power a toy motorcycle around a penny.' Phrosty
 
Some things just aren't meant to be comprehended.

-at least you went down naked-

'If brain power was gas you couldn't power a toy motorcycle around a penny.' Phrosty
 
someone say one really scary!!! mmmmk

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drinking is always the answer. dog dies? have a drink. got a F on your math final? have a drink. hooked up with you moms aunt? have a drink.-cj

...:::~*Beckster*~:::...
 
if any of you have problems with ghost, get some cats. They have the abilities to sense those things. And if billions and billions of people have died over the coarse of history, why arn't there more ghost?

 
^ Because they would have to end up in peragatory (spp?) and have some connection to the place they are haunting.

----2ond in Command of DANSA-----

To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
 
this ones not to scary but... once when i was sleeping at my friends house and it was like 3 or 4 in the morning and we were just talking and i was closing my eyes and then i opened them and looked at the wall and i saw a girls face (kinda like when you do bloody marry but not in a mirrior) and her hair was like covering half of her face. then she just smiled and then kinda melted off the wall and was gone. i was so scared.

 
^ That bloody Mary thing doesn't work.

----2ond in Command of DANSA-----

To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
 
oh man, i was so scared of bloody mary in like second grade. man.

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Kerry/Edwards '04

Coors, the coldest tasting beer in the world
 
thats cause on some inate primal level, mirros are freaky.

-Thom Savery

please pardon the cacography

--->CCR*

 
Ok, so with the bloody Mary thing, all you do is say her name three times in a mirror right?

----2ond in Command of DANSA-----

To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
 
bump, ive always wanted to know how to do that shite, who knows how to do it??? does it work?

THE WORST PART ABOUT VOTING DEMOCRAT, IS TELLING YOUR FRIENDS YOURE GAY

YES I AM FROM Georgia, YES I CAN SKI,thank you and God bless america

 
yes it works...if your a 1st grader and belive in ghosts

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drinking is always the answer. dog dies? have a drink. got a F on your math final? have a drink. hooked up with you moms aunt? have a drink.-cj

...:::~*Beckster*~:::...
 
Up the road 15 minutes in Ligonier, Pennsylvania there is a 'Lady In White' A ghost wondering around in her pink dress carrying her head. I know people who have seen this ghost and much of the town locals have also seen her.

He who hesitates masturbates
 
yeah, bloody marry dosent really work, but a few years ago i was in a play with my friend and there was a dressing room and its just a room with a table that goes all the way around the room with mirriors on the walls on every side of the room. Someone in the play said he had ancestors or something that would do this weird thing with mirriors underground. they would go down in this chamber with lots of mirriors and say this weird thing. we were in the dressing room and hes like guys this is scary turn off the lights. so we do and he starts saying all this stuff in some weird language and me and my friend saw like another world in the mirriors and we thought they would like come through so we turned off the lights. it scared us soo bad we wouldnt go back in there with the lights off.

 
i was in this church room and it had this map of the middle east on the desk. it had afgahnastan on it and i was like 'fuck afgahastan' and then one of the doors open and then slammed shut. i've never really been that scared in my life. and there was no one else on that end of the church. i've never been back to that church again.

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jacket comming fall 04.

tshirts & hoodies available now.
 
bump, those 2 were the some of the best yet

THE WORST PART ABOUT VOTING DEMOCRAT, IS TELLING YOUR FRIENDS YOURE GAY

YES I AM FROM Georgia, YES I CAN SKI,thank you and God bless america

 
My friend Jon moved into this house with a family and it is haunted with what they call the 'Jon Ghost'. The first few months they were there people would randomly hear someone calling out Jon from the other side of the house, but no one ever actualy called his name.

One day, Jon's little brother was sitting in a rocking chair and jon was in the sofa a little bit behind and beside the rocking chair. They were watching TV. And his brother's chair was rocking. He was telling jon to stop pushing the chair with his feet (rocking it). But jon wasn't toughing the chair. And when the brother stopped the chair, it started rocking again, even though he wasn't moving. And then he got out of the chair, and it kept rocking. And then Jon walked over and stopped it. After a few seconds it started rocking again. Freaky stuff.

Also, another day, Jon was hanging out in his bed with a friend, sleepover style (he was maybe 12 at the time). They were just hanging out, and no one else was in the room. Suddenly, the bed slid right across the room, from one end to another.The was a bed on posts, not on wheels.

Freaky stuff

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Screw this I'm going skiing
 
holy shit id run out of my house so fast if that happened and never sleep in a bed again.

drunks go through stop signs

Stoners sit and wait for it to turn green
 
i layed there cause i didnt think anything would happen. wait, i dont remember all of what i said in here. haha, ill have to reread it

'if the president is anything like you, atlantaski, i hope someone smacks him with a golf club and shits in his mouth.' CrystalNeedsSomething...

BUM LOVING FOR LIFE!

'If i was a slutty white chick id rather have a 14 inch beast in my twat than a 6 inch white man cock' -Lateralis
 
i would say shit free ride and ride that bed all around my house...woo

'Idle hands spend time at the genitals, and you know how much God hates that' - Ol' Drippy
 
^ Liar, we all know it's Olsson, your just trying to hide his identity.

----2ond in Command of DANSA-----

To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
 
ah right. jon olsson. i've figured it out. i feel really dumb.

sorry about post whoring

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Screw this I'm going skiing
 
^ You might as well kill yourself now.

----2ond in Command of DANSA-----

To Huck. v. The act of throwing oneself off of a cornice, cliff, rock, or any other thing that results in an attempt to fly.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
 
just off a bridge no one would probably notice.

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There is a man, A certain man, And for the poll you may be sure that hell do all he can, who is this one whos favorite sign just by his action has attraction magnets on the run, who likes to smoke, enjoys a joke and wouldnt get a bit upset if he were really broke with wealth and fame hes still the same i bet you five if not alive that you dont know his name.

**NWFT**

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i want everyone to know before you read that i was never really a person who belived in ghosts or anything paranormal but after that night im convinced there is definately some things that cant be explained.

gettysburg two years ago. eight grade.

at night a couple friends and i decide to go to a place called devils den. its basically a bunch of these huuuuge rocks at the bottom of a hill and alot of dead bodies were just thrown down there. some say upwards of 20k of people. its coming on about midnight.

the first thing that happens is i start hearing the clattering of metal. this little kid comes out of nowhere dressed like a confederate solider. a little weird but there was alot of re-enactors around the area so i say hi. without saying a word he offers us a beat up metal canteen of water. we say no thanks. he then starts walking away. i turn around to pick up my bag, turn around and in the space of a few seconds the kid is gone. i think whatever its dark. no clatter of metal.

so my friends are on the other side of the rocks taking pictures. we deicde to go into the cracks between the rocks and take photos. so we all squeeze through together and it gets cold. like really fucking cold. keep in mind this is mid september and nights are still fairly warm in southern PA.

i start shivering saying why is it so fucking cold in here? my friends dont know what im talking about. i leave because i couldnt feel my fingers. 5 minutes later my friend rosy lets out the most horrible scream ive ever heard. she comes crawling out crying and screaming we need to go now. no questions asked we bolt back to the hotel. rosy runs in the bathroom crying. we ask whats wrong. we get the story and she said she saw a face and it screamed at her or something. my friend charles was taking a picture right as rosy screamed.

the next day we were flipping through the camera and we come across the picture of the thing that probably made rosy scream. i dont even want to look at it again. its horrible but i managed to get charles to dig it out. here you are newschoolers. im never coming back to this thread again cause i dont wanna look at it. shoot me a pm if you must. theres the face in the crack. not photoshopped i swear
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HOLY SHIT! tHAT scared teh shit out of me im kinda scared to look around my basement now im just looking at teh comp and nothing else.
 
Hooooooolllllllllyyy shit. You even provided pics D:

That's a freaky ass story.

I haven't experienced anything scary enough to be worth mentioning, but my friend had a pretty freaky one. He lives in the middle of fucking nowhere, on a hill that has lakes on three sides and a woods behind it, so it's a pretty sketchy place when you're just looking out of the window. But anyway, it's a little after midnight and him and his friend had just walked up to a friend's house to get cigs or something, and when they came back they saw through the sliding glass door someone who was like pure white moving around his room. Bear in mind, they're on the pathway between two of the lakes, still about 100 or so yards away. When they got back, the tv was on (they left it off), the doors were all open (his closet and bathroom and whatnot), and the covers and pillows and shit were thrown off the bed and couch. It wasn't his dad or anything, because they were home alone, and nothing was stolen so it would be weird for someone to break in and not take anything. It's not so much a scary story, it's just really sketch. If you saw the place you'd understand why it's so weird.
 
if you look super hard you can just barley make out a face peaking out from the right rock. mad freaky shit. ill try and make it bigger.
 
ok so apparently i cant upload right now, but even blowing up the picture and outlining the face i got creeped out (btw it looks like a woman).
 
threads my for later. The original is so funny in a stupid way. I would have jumped off the trampoline and kicked that shit outa there.
 
Does anyone want to go ghost hunting around CO? I really want to go to some places, but my friends don't believe in shit like that.
 
That picture makes me so damn uncomfortable.
Anyway, i thought I'd share something that happened to me about 3-4 weeks ago:
- So a bunch of us are at my friend's place partying. We all live in northern New Hampshire (I noticed Skierman said he was in Sugar hill? We're like one town over) and my friend lives in a log cabin just a short drive off the main road. his house sits in a fair-sized clearing, and at one corner of the clearing is an overgrown dirt road that goes up about a quarter mile before reaching an old (obviously in shambles) Sawmill.
So for the first couple hours of this party we were all drinking, a few of us smoked a little weed. Anyway, 1130-1145 rolls around, 4 of us decide to go walk up to the sawmill for something to do - Plus it looked really cool outside because the moon was illuminating everything so well. Now, bear in mind, out of the 4 of us, 1 person was completely sober. Also, there were no stories/rumors of this place being haunted so it's not like we were going looking for anything specific.
We get up to the Sawmill, and decide to walk around to the back, maybe hoping to go inside? Anyway, we come around the corner of all these overgrown bushes and small trees and as we make our way around to the back we hear something, so we look to our right and see a figure in the obvious shape of a person stand up as though it had been sitting outside with its back against the wall, also appearing as though it had on a full white jumpsuit. It stood up, looked at us for what felt like forever but in reality was probably ony 2-3 seconds, then turned and bolted into the woods.
Now, you might be able to say this wasn't all true because some of us had been drinking, others had smoked weed. May I remind you we had a sober person with us and each of us saw this figure. Needless to say we immediately ran back down the road and into the house where everybody was inside except the 4 of us, leaving nobody outside that could've tried to prank us, nor was anybody wearing white at all. Scariest shit that's happened to me in years.
 
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