Post by Kisaka on Oct 31, 2014 10:10:01 GMT -6
~Ghost Stories~
Have some unsettling, spooky, or just strange stories involving
what you believe was the super natural or something else of the sort?
Let's hear it!
Have some unsettling, spooky, or just strange stories involving
what you believe was the super natural or something else of the sort?
Let's hear it!
I have had a few personal ghost-like interactions, and a lot of strange stuff throughout my childhood, mostly with the house we were living at at the time.
Frequently when I was a child, I'd hear voices, not necessarily things I could make out and not all the time, but it happened more times than I could count. The only notable time I remember the best and probably the most severe time, was once when I was about 10-11 years old. I was upstairs in me and my sister's room doing I dunno what. I was probably just sitting there thinking or drawing or something. Anyway, in our room there was a vent that went straight down through the kitchen and to wherever else below. That means, when people were in the kitchen and we were in our room, we could hear whatever they were talking about, muffled however.
So that particular day I was listening to my parents talk (as I did a lot as a kid) from my room as they were in the kitchen. However, over time as I listened, slowly more muffled voices started to add into their discussion, despite there not being more than my parents in the room below me. Slowly more and more voices added to the mix and I could not make out anything that was being said anymore. The voices got louder and louder, and all I was hearing were the muffled voices in my ears. The muffled voices turned into yelling, somewhat hostile if I recall correctly, all before a single voice shouted even louder. After the last voice shouted, everything was silent. It was silent for a good 30 seconds before slowly my parent's muffled voices faded back into my hearing. I just sat there when it happened, not doing anything about it, but it was strange. I don't know what it was, but it didn't really spook me either. Just kind of... strange.
We also had an active ghost in our basement, but he wasn't hostile. He'd pull pranks on us, and even though it bugged my mom a lot, my dad didn't mind. We named him the "trick ghost" (clever amirite). He mostly messed around in the kitchen and the basement (the door to the basement was right off the kitchen). Often, he'd mess with the answering machine/phone in the kitchen and with the door to the basement. I wasn't spooked of his presence, however I hated the basement. I only liked being down there when I was either with someone else or listening to music or something. Any other time, I'd feel scared and always worried I'd turn around and see something. I don't know why though. I don't remember ever seeing something that wasn't there before, but it is still an active fear of mine today. I also was sometimes afraid of looking at our upstairs room as I was going down the stairs. Not the other way around though, I felt safe going up the stairs, but I was terrified I'd see someone peaking at me as I went down the stairs a lot.
I had weird irrational fears as well, like being scared that if I left my door room open, some creature or scary person would come out of the bathroom (I dunno why it was so specific) and come into my room. That, and I actually still have nightmare-ish dreams of another room's closet. I don't know why I was scared of that closet, but I was scared something dwells in it. Funny thing is, we had an attic, a kinda spooky one too. But I've never once been scared of it.
Anyway, I've posted a good wall of information. Your turn!
Frequently when I was a child, I'd hear voices, not necessarily things I could make out and not all the time, but it happened more times than I could count. The only notable time I remember the best and probably the most severe time, was once when I was about 10-11 years old. I was upstairs in me and my sister's room doing I dunno what. I was probably just sitting there thinking or drawing or something. Anyway, in our room there was a vent that went straight down through the kitchen and to wherever else below. That means, when people were in the kitchen and we were in our room, we could hear whatever they were talking about, muffled however.
So that particular day I was listening to my parents talk (as I did a lot as a kid) from my room as they were in the kitchen. However, over time as I listened, slowly more muffled voices started to add into their discussion, despite there not being more than my parents in the room below me. Slowly more and more voices added to the mix and I could not make out anything that was being said anymore. The voices got louder and louder, and all I was hearing were the muffled voices in my ears. The muffled voices turned into yelling, somewhat hostile if I recall correctly, all before a single voice shouted even louder. After the last voice shouted, everything was silent. It was silent for a good 30 seconds before slowly my parent's muffled voices faded back into my hearing. I just sat there when it happened, not doing anything about it, but it was strange. I don't know what it was, but it didn't really spook me either. Just kind of... strange.
We also had an active ghost in our basement, but he wasn't hostile. He'd pull pranks on us, and even though it bugged my mom a lot, my dad didn't mind. We named him the "trick ghost" (clever amirite). He mostly messed around in the kitchen and the basement (the door to the basement was right off the kitchen). Often, he'd mess with the answering machine/phone in the kitchen and with the door to the basement. I wasn't spooked of his presence, however I hated the basement. I only liked being down there when I was either with someone else or listening to music or something. Any other time, I'd feel scared and always worried I'd turn around and see something. I don't know why though. I don't remember ever seeing something that wasn't there before, but it is still an active fear of mine today. I also was sometimes afraid of looking at our upstairs room as I was going down the stairs. Not the other way around though, I felt safe going up the stairs, but I was terrified I'd see someone peaking at me as I went down the stairs a lot.
I had weird irrational fears as well, like being scared that if I left my door room open, some creature or scary person would come out of the bathroom (I dunno why it was so specific) and come into my room. That, and I actually still have nightmare-ish dreams of another room's closet. I don't know why I was scared of that closet, but I was scared something dwells in it. Funny thing is, we had an attic, a kinda spooky one too. But I've never once been scared of it.
Anyway, I've posted a good wall of information. Your turn!
