Ghost Stories

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Thats pretty freaky, looks like a Native American with a bottle around it's neck?
I really enjoy hearing ghost stories though from the civil war/gettysburg. There's so much history behind that stuff, and i would really like to go visit gettysburg someday and see the apparitions that happen there. It's almost like going back in time to experience that stuff.
 
Those pics are one of the first images to scare me. Don't even like to look at them. I've never had a ghost story though.
 
ya so i posted this in another thread yesterday but it never got read so here it is (kinda long):

last summer, i spent a good part of my vacation working at my friend

Andrew's house painting the fences around his stable. its a pretty

countryish area but theres a busy road that runs right by it so nothing

too deserted. at the intersection of the road in front of his house and

the busy road, there is and old red barn (pretty big, too) that dates

back to the turn of the century. it was recently renovated so its clean

and people even live there now (though weve never told them about the

stories). My friends mom told us that we could go get sodas in the

mini-fridge in the kitchen of the barn so we decided to go check it

out, not knowing about the weird shit thats already happened in there.

we go in, nice place, and head for the kitchen. at the back of the

room, a door is slightly open so we go in the room; a bare room, no

lights and really cold although it was a really hot day, pretty weird

but whatever. i bring up the possibility of it being haunted so we

decide to bring a camera and my friends dog (whatever) and go explore

said room; the cameras batteries drain and we somehow lose the dog so

we go find it (pretty young dog and very excitable). i get the back of

the barn (now a garage housing the neighbors Porsche) and so i go out

and call for the dog. nothing. i go lift the dust-cover from the

Porsche to check it out (kind of a car guy) and see a reflection in the

window, really fast. turn around and nothing, i hear whispering voices

behind me, turn around and nothing again. pretty freaked out, i run

back to the main room (really big and open, used to be a restaurant)

and find Andrew who looks puzzled, ''What are you doing down here, we

heard voices upstairs and we saw a door opening''. we get the fuck out

of there, needless to say, and find the dog back home. fast-forward a

few days (you guys are probably getting tired of reading this, but

kudos to making it here) were four now and we tell our other friend

about the other day. pumped, we go check it out again and nothing

happens but we notice an eery wood stove with two dead crows in it.

that was weird, and we go back out. thinking that we should have gone

upstairs, we decide to come back two minutes later and , right when we

open the door, we hear the radio working. weirded out, we call the

neighbors name to see if it was him. no answer. we go check it out for

our selves and realize its right near where my friend and his bro had

heard noises and seen a door open so we, once again, get the fuck out

of there. convinced that something weird is happening, we decide to

further investigate the next day, with an extra person among us. we sit

on the couches near the entrance and try to invoke it, saying we just

want to see if its really there. two flashes near the radio. silence. a

shadow moves slowly along the wall neighboring the radio and we start

asking each other if we all are seeing the same thing; yes, we are.

really sketched out but pulling out our balls (metaphorically), we head

towards the stairs. as we start going up, we hear a low humming, like

the wind, but there was no wind, the windows were closed and there

wasnt even a single car on the road in front of the barn. we all sprint

and go back home. we talk to Andrew's mom about this (shes hot ( i hope

he doesnt read this)) and she says that the ghosts (because we heard

several voices) were problably car crash victims. before, the road in

front of the barn would turn 90 degrees and take the path in front of

my friends house and in the winter, people would get gnarly crashes

there. some crash victims were brought into the barn and two of the

died in there, pretty creepy. even a previous resident says he woke up

in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when he opened the

door, he says someone came out of it and walked through him.

that was my story, youd have to be there to understand the scaryness of

it all. for the bromont locals, its on boulevard Pierre-Laporte towards

Cowansville and the restaurant used to be called ''Les Dépendances du

Manoir''. oh, and a few months later, my friend found a silver cross

embedded in the bark of the 200 year old tree next to the barn.
 
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