Once again, YOUR ghost , paranormal, creature stories requested

['TUDE]

It's that time of year to submit your spooky stories. Ghosts, goblins, chupacabra, bigfoot, ufo, etc.
Some in the past have been very entertaining to read, some chilling, some downright cheesy but all interesting to some degree.

Please don't include the stories where you were on an acid trip or so drunk that you danced with pink elephants. Post your real stories that made the hair on your neck stand up.

For a little light-hearted seasonal reading, ya know.

[brownknees]

OK. I think I've posted this one before but....
Some years ago I worked in an old 8 story building in Manhattan. We had an old manually operated elevator in the back & as I worked the night shift there was only one operator in the elevator.
Usually I'd go down to the street at about 11:30pm for a coffee & a bite to eat at the local 24 hour deli.
As I had to call the elevator to get to the street I'd usually ask the operator (all of who I knew well) if they wanted anything.
This night I called the elevator, as usual, and when it came there was a totally different opoerator from the usual crowd I knew.
As usual I asked if he'd like a coffee or something & he said no thanks.
When I came back about 25 minutes later the regular operator was in the elevator when I called it. I asked him if he wanted a coffee, as I'd missed him earlier. He said no thanks as he'd just gone out for an hour to get a bite himself.
Thats when I mentioned the guy who'd run the elevator 1/2 an hour ago, as I assumed it was someone he knew who'd filled in while he was eating.
He got very interested & asked me if the guy was hispanic. I said he did have a hispanic accent. The operator then described the tall, thin guy with the moustache, blue jeans, work shirt & cowboy boots, and asked me if this was who I'd met.
When I said yes he said (I swear) Oh thats just old Louie, he won't hurt ypou, he just likes to run the elevator when someone needs it and the operator isn't here.
Thinking I'd just ridden in an elevator with an operator that had no idea how to run one I said that I thought it was a bit much that anybody could just get in and operate it.
His reply floored me.
Old Louie knows how to operate an elevator just fine, he was killed in this one 15 years ago, but it was a mechanical failure, not old Louie's fault at all.
I checked around with several other people in the building, and apparently everyone knows Old Louie.
He's actually a nice old whatever, never threatning or frightening. He just likes to run the elevator when the operator is not around and someone needs a ride.

[doktor_ecchs]

Originally posted by Faltitude
Please don't include the stories where you were on an acid trip or so drunk that you danced with pink elephants...

Well, poop! We ALWAYS tripped and got drunk on Hallowe'en...

as ever,
Dr. X

['TUDE]

Originally posted by doktor_ecchs


Well, poop! We ALWAYS tripped and got drunk on Hallowe'en...

as ever,
Dr. X

Well, so did I and that's why I placed that clause in the request..........because I always had "sightings" when "impaired".

[gunseller]

I have three ghosts in my house. My Grandfather, Grandmother and Cousin. This house has been in my family for 70+ years. My brother in law and sister in law lived in this house about 25 years ago and more than once saw my grandmother come down the stairs. My two older dauthers saw my grandfather standing looking over my son when he was in his crib sleeping. I saw my grandmother at 3 feet once. She was just a solid looking as any person. All of these people have been dead of over 40 years. Lately we have been having lights turned on and water turned off. Twice in the last week my youngest daughter's dog has been turned out of it's carrier while no one was at home. I could go on about this but I think everyone would get board. We just all share the house and our lives go on.
Steve

[9thmoon]

I don't know how spooky this is but my last apartment had a ghost that liked to slap my ass whenever I bent over to do anything.

(I lived alone.)

Sometimes he (I assume it was a he?) would sit at the foot of the bed when I was laying there reading, and one night he laid down beside me, but he never touched me - except to slap my ass. Especially when I was dusting, vacuuming, cooking, cleaning, that sort of thing.

[doktor_ecchs]

I guess the weirdest thing that's happened to me that DIDN'T include trippin' or drinkin' was one night when I had to walk from just below Devil's Courthouse down 215 to the Forks of the River above Rosman. It's a good 13 miles down the twisty mountain road, but I wasn't scared once I realized Shiloh, my cousin's Staffy, had followed me from camp. He walked perimeter all night. I still had to walk the back side of the new cut, which is a good steep pull but from there it was all downhill. It was so blamed hot that I pulled off my Triumph cap and stuck the bill in my back pocket, with the rest hanging out. As I walked I could feel Shiloh come up and start trying to gently pull my hat out of my pocket, tug tug, until it fell out of my pocket and hit the ground. "Dammit, Shiloh!" I cursed as I bent to pick up my hat, only then noticing that the bulldog was walking point about 50 yards ahead of me! I was too tired to be scared, just fascinated as it happened twice more before I reached the crest of the hill. Almost like a playful something or other. I later heard that the new cut supposedly passed over an Indian burial site... To beat all, though, last Friday on the night of the Harvest Moon, a local lost control of his truck at a high rate of speed and flipped into a tree, killing him instantly. I'll give ya'll three guesses where...

as ever,
Dr. X

[knievel]

My wife used to have her own. It liked to turn on the water in the sink. That was its only trick and it followed her from house to house. (military brat) It stopped when we moved to CA and hasn't shown up now that we're back in MN.

[The_Doc]

Just a UFO sighting for me....

Mid-late '70s, Eastern MO area (seemed to be a hotbed of UFO sightings/cattle mutilations then). Night, of course. Thing slowly hovered the area for a bit, then suddenly zoomed off. The hovering/circling seemed too slow for a plane, and when it left, it was too fast to be a blimp. Didn't make a sound either.

I remember all the neighbors out in the street, gawking at it. I was only 11-12 then, and I still remember it....

[doktor_ecchs]

Originally posted by 9thmoon
I don't know how spooky this is but my last apartment had a ghost that liked to slap my ass whenever I bent over to do anything...

The ghost knew you'd been a bad girl...

as ever,
Dr. X

[younggun]

We have this storage container at work that gives everyone the creeps, noone wants to go in that thing and most of us flat out refuse to go in that thing, current theroy is somebody died in there. all i know is I'm never going in that thing again.

[xcpd69]

Some years ago, a very special lady (to me) asked if I would watch the house while she attended her son's funeral. She was especially heartbroken because her son died from AIDS and she was afraid he was burning in Hell.

We had once been very close. Close enough I intended to be the step father of her children. Didn't work out, but we remained friends even after we both married others.

I went over the day of the funeral and stayed at the house while they were gone. (People do burglarize houses of people at funerals) After everyone left, I wandered through the house, flooded by memories of happy times there, years ago.

Sitting there, remembering, and worrying over her misery, I suddenly felt a presense. No images or anything, just an overwhelming feeling of peace and contentment.

After the funeral, I asked the mother to come with me to another room to talk.

She started crying and told me her fear about her son. I asked her if she was there when he died. She wasn't. I then told her about what I had felt. I asked her if she believed God moves in mysterious ways, and she said yes. I knew she believed this since she had become a devout Christian years before.

I told her of my experience in the house and that it is quite possible that God revealed himself to her son in his last moments and he was saved. Maybe THAT was the reason I felt what I did in the house.

Maybe it was God or maybe the boy, I don't know. But SOMETHING made me feel that all was OK.

And she felt better after we talked.

[Snakeshot]

I moved into an old house owned by a friend of mine after I started a new job in a new town.

New Years Eve I was home, alone and sober as a judge as I had no money for anything fun that night.
I heard a woman humming a beautiful melody, eerie, yet quite beautiful.
I walked around the the house trying to place the sound and it was strongest where the old wood cookstove used to be. Where the old stove pipe went out of the wall. Her melody went on for hours. I walked outside and heard nothing, come back in and continued to hear the same.

Some years later, I met the homeowner's sister who was then living there, and asked her if she had experienced anything unusual.

" You mean like a woman humming"? She replied.

[biggun]

House I live in now has a ghost. Its the lady that owned prior to us buying it. I've seen her twice. We know shes around pretty often. We can smell her smoking cigarettes. Really weird. Out of nowhere the smell will be really really strong. Then its gone a few seconds later. Theres not been a cigarette smoked in this house in over 10 years. She also lets us know when we have done something she didn't like. She used to set in a lawnchair on the carport and watch traffic all the while smoking cigarrettes. We needed extra room so we enclosed the carport. Two days after the work began she began throwing the bread. Don't ask me why but, she attacked the bread. She would throw it off the counter daily. Twice she threw it clear across the kitchen and it hit the fridge. Both times I was home to hear it happen. Wish I had seen the bread fly. Typing this made me think I do know why she threw the bread. This lady was like a grandmother to me, actually closer than both sets of grandparents. She made homemade sourdough bread for me almost every weekend I was home from college. Damn now that gives me chills. Maybe that was her way of letting me know it was her and she was mad. Her presence doesn't bother me. She was like a grandmother to me and would never do me any harm.

[Sand Pirate]

OK, here goes.

When I moved to New Mexico about 2 years ago, I bought a small farm way out in the country. The 42 acres came with two houses....the large main house that we live in, and a smaller "mother-in-law" house that was in poor repair.

When I first viewed the property with the real estate agent, we looked at the main house, sheds, barns, corral, well, etc. When I asked to see the smaller house, she gave me the stinky eye and said "OK, but it's kinda odd. The house hasn't been touched in years." She opened it, and we went in.

It was like stepping back in time to 1960. The house was fully furnished in '60s furniture. Old calendar on the wall, rotary phone mounted in the den, yellow-green shag carpet, the whole works. It appeared as if a man living alone had stepped out decades ago and never returned.

Dishes in the kitchen cabinets topped with dust. A coffee cup with a spoon in it by the sink. Jackets and ball caps hung on a coat tree by the front door. Medicine, toothbrush, and straight razor in the bathroom cabinet, crumbly toilet paper still hanging on the holder. A desk in the main bedroom had a half-completed letter sitting under a pile of dust. Muddy boots slowly rotting at the foot of the bed with moldy sheets.

The realtor said that the previous owners of the property had cared for their elderly father in this small, old house. He had farmed the land around us for his entire life, except for 1942-45 when he was "otherwise employed". He had refused to move in his later years, and his children built around his old home in order to live near him. She didn't know much else.

After Mrs. Pirate and I bought the property, I decided that the small house would become daddy's gunsmithing area/ammo storage place. I went to town and bought three new door locks, keyed alike, to replace the old locks. Lord knows who had old keys to my new place, and I planned on putting some expensive stuff out there. The doors were old, heavy, and wooden, in excellent shape. I installed the new locks and striker plates, adjusted all three locks for a solid fit and function, and locked up the house for the night.

The next morning, I returned to start work on my new "shop" to find all three doors wide open. The locks were still engaged, but the doors were open. No marks on the door jambs, nothing missing or out of place. Hmmmmmmm. Asked the family, but nobody had been outside since I left the place. That started a series of odd occurances that continue to this day.

Lights go on and off at random. I don't mean like a short circuit or bad wiring, I mean the old 1950's light switches (the ones that CLUNK because you have to throw them with four fingers of pressure) will be in the on position 5 minutes after you turned them off. Doors will open after you close and secure them for the night. Shortly after the doors and lights starting spooking me, I noticed that my stacks of ammo were moving while I was gone. I'd come in some days to find stacks of ammo exactly where I had left them, but with the labels facing the wall. One day my cases of Wolf 5.45 had somehow turned themselves upside down, but perfectly stacked in the same place.

Went in this summer after rehabilitating the ancient swamp cooler, to see if the cooler was working right. I noticed that the closer I got to the bathroom, the hotter the house became. Then I noticed that the bathroom door had closed itself in the last hour or so. Nothing new there. Upon opening the bathroom door, a blast of heat came boiling out. The old-fashioned electric bathroom heater was glowing cherry red, the heavy switch having thrown itself on. I'm the only human for miles around, the rest of my family is gone, the house was lock up tighter than a drum, and the heater turns itself on??

Spoke to my nearest neighbors when the weird stuff started happening. Turns out the old man died in his bedroom. The family took his body, money, and shotgun out of the house, locked the door, and never returned. They left his Ouija board under his bed.

I don't believe in ghosts. I'm not superstitious. I don't have visions or talk to spirits or wait for UFO's to land. I don't know who or what is doing all this in my spare house. All I know is that many, many things that I cannot explain are happening. Wife and kids are creeped out. I just kinda laugh and go on, but I must admit it's disconcerting

Oh well, what are you gonna do? Guess I'll just have to share my ammo dump with something weird. Doesn't seem like either one of us is planning on leaving.

[Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH]

For one thing you need to take that Oija board and get it out of there.

[raeldridge]

thought I had posted this one time, but did a search, couldn't find it. so if it was that long ago I guess I won't be accused of double posting

My life otherwise has been pretty mundane...other than this. I'm
still at a loss as to what happened here, but I'll swear to this
in a court of law.

This was when I was a college student, approx 1976.

Morehead State University, Morehead Ky, located in the foothills of Appalachia in eastern Ky. it's about halfway between Ashland and Lexington.

Part of the campus is old, buildings are 30's vintage. One such is Button Auditorium, seating 600(?). Imagine an auditorium with large ornate proscenium (sp) arch, balcony seating above the back area, orchestra pit at the base of the stage, a large (electronic) organ center of same. it's had that old 30's/40's decorations with the decorated plaster and paint.

The stage is hardwood floor, the shop work area and dressing rooms are behind the stage and about 5 foot above the stage floor. There is a roll up garage door in the center of the back of the stage, you can go through it, or go to the end of the shop and there's stairs down to the stage.

A university professor, name of Marvin Phillips (a.k.a. marvelous marvin, but that is another story, a senior student (Greg (?) Bell) and I (junior, I think) were working in the shop area about 2am. can't remember what show we were working on, but it was setting up some scenery for it.

There was a production upcoming, but we were doing some very early initial set construction, paint matching, so the stage was bare, with minor odds 'n ends stored there.

The building was secured, with shop doors and the auditorium doors locked. I remember MSU security coming by and checking on us when we were working late, I was irked at these times, but I realize now their concerns about student's safety.

(non paranormal related!)

There was no one else in the building. we had lights on in the back shop area and the house was dark.

We were standing slightly off center of the shop work area (side closest to the stairway door) talking about something I cannot recall now, and there was a pause in the conversation.

We all clearly heard, as if from an organ (note my phrasing) three notes, in sequence, evenly spaced, ascending, and to my nonmusical ear part of a chord.

Approx. 1/4 - 1/2 second long. daa, daa, daa.

Just as if someone sat down at a keyboard and with one finger experimentally touched three keys.

Nothing was said, we all looked at each other, knowing what the other person had heard.

I walked over, 5-7 steps and jumped down to the stage via the garage door.

There was no one in view.

The orchesta pit was empty, the only lights were coming from the house
exit lights and through the garage door.

I was standing on the center of the stage when the other two
(who went down the stairs) joined me.

We walked over to the organ and I jumped down into the orchestra pit. I started to sit on the bench and Marvin quickly waved me back. I remember him saying something like, 'don't disturb it'.

I did lift up the cover of the keyboard (it was down) and saw the power light was off.

For us to have heard *this* organ, the power to the keyboard had to have been on, and the house amplifiers (in the sound room, up on the balcony) would have to be on.

We did not go up to the balcony to check. ///grin///

We did wrap up our work, and leave very soon thereafter.

What did we hear?

I don't know. It was three notes, organ sounding, to what I know now more like a pure sine wave tone rather than something with the extra 'richness' of an organ note. Midrange of the keyboard, although I don't have perfect pitch.

I've heard creaky houses, spooky outdoor noises, nothing before or since like this.

We did not feel threatened, but did leave quickly.

daa, daa, daa.

I have no answer.

BTW, there are more than a couple of stories about this auditorium.

But this one, I was there for.

[BlackCat]

I lived in a "haunted house" as a kid. I'm a pretty staunch pragmatist, and always have been. I don't really belive in ghosts and bigfoot, and generally have doubts about those who do- but wound up seeing both anyway. Damn my luck.

As a kid we all lived in a 150 or so year old cypress house on the bayou that was filled- FILLED- with weird paranormal happenings. Not "friendly aunt Ima's ghost" kind of stuff, but malign, inhuman, and often hostile apparations and manifestations.
I JUST posted all this up in the "I saw a ghost today" thread: but here's the meat and potatoes.

-Brother was visited often by a "giraffe-like" creature before bedtime. It kept him awake whispering all sorts of bizarre things to him. No one exactly recalls what anymore, but at the time mom was really creeped out by the reports.
-I saw wolflike quadrupeds running up and down the stairs, and once on the ceiling around dusk. My brother watched them with me on one occasion we both remember.
-Sometimes the temperature would rise or fall like 20 degrees in as many minutes in random parts of the house.
-Mom would bring me home after school (just the two of us) and when we opened the door, it sounded like a herd of damn deer were bolting for cover upstairs. It was a frenzied, violent sort of sound. I remember her getting the neighbor from across the road to come over and go through the house each time. We never found anything.
-At about age five I would wander in when my folks were entertaining company and start a monologue about my life in Spain as a matador, my beautiful wife who made shoes, and how I was killed by my friend. Dad remembers this because of how quickly it would empty the place. No shit, huh?

Then, a few years back I saw some hairy, reflective-eyed, biped on the side of the road during a gentle rain. It was standing under some mulberries that were growing over an old barbwire fence from inside an empty cow pasture backed by a dense pine woodline. It stood there in the ditch, tracking me as I drove by. It was NOT Bubba in a ghillie suit with nods on.
I went into vapor lock, seeing, but not believing. I drove another 100 yards or so before I turned the car around and got out with a Surefire and a .44 to see if it was still around. Obviously, it wasn't.
I dunno if it was bigfoot, but it damn sure wasn't a man. Whatever else that could make it... I dunno. Loup Garou, whatever, but I saw it.
I did some nosing around and the area I sighted it in has very high rate of bigfoot sightings going back to the 60's or so. Flaky as it sounds, everytime we're passing through that piece of territory I bring the .44 in addition to the normal .40 or .45 glovebox social pistol. If I get another whack at it, I'm damn sure going to try and do it right this time.

So, for being a down to earth, unsuperstitious heathen, I've got both the boogeyman and bigfoot to my credit. Or discredit, if I talk about them in polite company.

[TRANSAM 79]

lived in this pretty new house with my freind,his wife(seen ghost??)and there son.I was home alone down stairs in the hang out area.We had many visitors so I new the door knocking sound well.I was sitting there alone and someone knock on the door,I yelled come in several times and nothing.I got up and checked just to see a couple of inches of new snow,no tracks anywhere. A while latter another knock.I said to myself that if no one was there I was out of there.To my releif it was Mr UPS.

[doktor_ecchs]

Originally posted by Sand Pirate
They left his Ouija board under his bed...

This speaks volumes about your manifestations. By using the Ouija board the "previous occupant" has allowed dark forces to enter his home. The Bible warns several times of attempts to communicate with the dead and the damage it can cause. Always remember the verse "The dead know nothing." Like RSU, I suggest you rid youself of the Ouija board (if you haven't already) preferably by burning...

as ever,
Dr. X

[StG58Freak]

I remember the night my Mom's Mother died she appeared in our home. After my Grandfather died my Mom's Mother came to live with us for several years. The night she died my Father and us kids left the hospital after being there all day but my Mom stayed by her Mother's side. We were watching tv when she died and appeared in our living room. My dad saw her first, he just sat there with a surprised look on his face staring and i noticed so i looked and there was Grandma standing in our living room smiling. She looked like herself but was like white smoke, a Spirit. She faded away after about a minute and then my Mom called to say she died.
Years later i had a good ole dog that i raised from a pup, we were close. At 14 years old she was in poor health and i took her to the Vet. Vet said she was in pain, had congestive heart failure and several other age related problems so i opted to have her put down. Brought her home and buried her in the back yard. That night i was lying in bed with the curtains and window open, something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked at the window and saw what looked like white smoke swirling around. I figured it was some nut out for no good so i grabbed my 12 ga, as i did the white smoke made 3 counter clock wise circles in front of the window and before i could get out of bed it came through the window and flew fast down to the floor at my bedside. When i looked at it, it was my Dog in Spirit form hence the white smoke look. True story, only shared this with a few others before now.

[Sand Pirate]

Originally posted by doktor_ecchs


This speaks volumes about your manifestations. By using the Ouija board the "previous occupant" has allowed dark forces to enter his home. The Bible warns several times of attempts to communicate with the dead and the damage it can cause. Always remember the verse "The dead know nothing." Like RSU, I suggest you rid youself of the Ouija board (if you haven't already) preferably by burning...

as ever,
Dr. X

Yep, I did just as you and RSU said and burned it that day.

I may not believe in all that jazz, but why not play it safe?

Like Reagan said, "Trust, but verify."

[StG58Freak]

Here's another one that really Freaked me out. I went camping alone in the Allegheny Mountains in PA near the Allegheny River. There's a place in Venango County where my family has been going to camp and hunt since before i was born. It's on 30,000 acres of private land, nothing but mountains and forest. I go alone every once in awhile when i want to get away from everything and everyone. I take only what i can carry on my back and walk deep into the forest. The Seneca Indians of Western NY claimed all of Western PA as theirs as well and many of the names in that part of PA are Seneca. They would travel by canoe from Western NY down the Allegheny River to what is now called Pittsburgh and also had many foot trails along the river branching out going East and West, all part of what is lumped together and called the Warrior's Trail. Many of these trails that are deeper in the forests are still visible and can be found using old maps that show where they were.
Anyway i was camping in a place where 2 of these trails intersected. There are lots of caves and huge rocks the size of houses in the area with Indian carvings. After supper i sat at the fire with my then new Bulgarian SLR 95 with it's Butthole stock. It was a pleasant summer night, not to warm or humid and i sat and watched the fire and listened to the night sounds. Now earlier in the day i had set up some perimeter trip flares and some trip lines with 12 ga blanks so no one could sneak up on me and because there are alot of Black Bears in the area. Well i turned my head to my right side to grab a Monte Cristo cigar i had lying there and out of the corner of my eye i saw something near the fire. I quickly turned my head and looked, then i got a cold chill up my spine, there squatting before my fire was a man.
He was no doubt Indian, we wore his hair in a Scalplock, what people mistakenly call a Mohawk. He wore only a Breechcloth, Leggins and Mocs. He had a Tomahawk in his sash and was carrying a Flintlock Fowler that appeared to be of the English type. I was scared sheetless, wondering how the hell did he get past my trip wires. I thought he had to be one of those reenactment guys and maybe i was to close to his camp. I figured there was probably a few others in the bush around me cuz i had the feeling of others watching me and my instincts are always right. He sat there staring at my fire for a few minutes and i stared at him, neither of us spoke. Then he looked me in the eyes, another cold chill raced my spine and he said in english but with a thick Indian accent, nice fire, good night for one, this is a very good spot, my People have camped here since ancient times. I asked if he was camped nearby or if this was his spot and said if it was i'd move first thing in the morning. He said he was just passing through, heading North back home, saw my fire near the trail and thought he'd see who was here. I asked if he wanted some food, water, coffee or a cigar. He said no and took out a small corn cob pipe, filled it with tobacco and smoked. He sat there for what seemed like a half hour, staring into the fire, smoking and said nothing while i watched him and the whole time felt others in the darkness watching me.
When he finished his pipe he said he should go now, told me to rest well and respect this place. He stood up then asked for a drink of water. I got up grabbed a canteen and handed it to him. He drank and then said thanks and farewell. He stuck his arm with the canteen out as if to hand it back to me and as i reached for it he vanished and the canteen hit the ground. I stood there amazed, sat down smoked my cigar and stayed awake the rest of the night and at sunrise i gathered my gear and went farther down the trail and up over a few mountains to find another camp.

[doktor_ecchs]

How's yer bloodline as far as Indians are concerned? You, my friend, had a vision that a lot of Indians would give their left nut for. Obviously you were camped on a power spot. The fact that the spirit approved of your fire enough to smoke his tobacco there is a sign of good medicine as well. I would consider myself blessed to have experienced such a thing...

as ever,
Dr. X

[mitchellh]

Originally posted by Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH
For one thing you need to take that Oija board and get it out of there.

Out of curiosity , why?

[Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH]

Because it's an un-God-ly source of divination. Also tarot cards. Bad juju to have that stuff around.

[dalegribble]

I spent this summer watching some really strange stuff in the airspace over my house. Every clear night, every single clear night, in June July and august starting at about 8:30-9:00pm and ending at midnight I watched lights silently cross the sky. They seemed to prefer heading west to east or south to north, but I saw them travel in every direction at least once. They appeared as blue white lights, like the color of the stars. Typically they would start out somewhat dim at one end of the sky and gradually get brighter as they passed overhead. Maximium brightness was close to that of a car headlight (hibeam) at a mile or so. There is a fair amount of conventional air traffic in the area, and on one occasion I observed a light pacing a jet. As they moved eastward a second light appeared from the south and crossed their path at a higher altitude. The pilot of the jet had to have seen both of them. That night I saw a total of 7 lights over the course of two hours. On another occasion right at dusk I saw a bright light to the west, heading toward me. I watched it and soon realized that it was an airliner reflecting the rays of the setting sun. As it passed over it dimmed and I could clearly see the wings, fuselage, etc. Moments later a second light passed over chasing the airliner. It remained bright and unchanging the whole time I watched it. I was able to see the airliner and the unknown at the same time. The unknown was distinctly different than the airplane and remained bright and clear until it disappeared to the east.

I have been stargazing and skywatching for years, I have seen all manner of aircraft both military and civilian, meteors, satalites, comets, and some spectacular displays of the northern lights. These unknowns are unlike anything I have ever seen before. The last few months have been more overcast so viewing has been limited, but If it's clear and I get outside at the right time I still see them maybe once a week. Oh yeah, my Dad the pilot informed me that the airspace over michigans thumb is a military operations area. Based on that I'm inclined to believe that what I'm seeing may be several billion taxpayer dollers out for a joyride.

[Ksmith]

black cat, if you have too, just blast the beast through the window

[Witchhunter]

Because it's an un-God-ly source of divination. Also tarot cards. Bad juju to have that stuff around.

Very true words.



Edited to add.

Bring your preacher/priest/reverand over, and have him bless the rooms/yard/house

[xcpd69]

Originally posted by Ksmith
black cat, if you have too, just blast the beast through the window

There are two cats in my house.

Black.

I've SEEN them.......

They have yellow eyes.

Two of them.

I've SEEN them.......

Spooky and Salem.

I've SEEN them.......

[Dean P]

Not a ghost story per say, but a true story
I had a blue heeler bitch dog at the old home place, back when I had trucks leased to a heavyhaul truck company here in Dallas. She was always having pups just like clockwork, most of the time we could give them away but this time I just sacked them up & put an end to them.
You will never, ever see me do such a thing again
For 3 long weeks, I suffered more losses in the way of trucking then I ever did before. Blown out tires sometimes 2 a day. Lost & damaged freight , one or 2 items per load, every load. Near misses & close calls in traffic. Overweight & speeding tickets. You name it, it happened.
Years later an old Indian told me why.
later on in life when I became serious about church & Christ. If I walked into certain areas of our home, I would get a tingling feeling & my hair would stand straight out. Time to get the right preacher over., it worked. Sad to say, not all preachers would do such a thing.

[Witchhunter]

Time to get the right preacher over., it worked.

Yep.

[Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH]

Why didn't you just have the dog spayed in the beginning?

[Dean P]

Why didn't you just have the dog spayed in the beginning?

Back then we saved our vet money for serious things like horses & cows. Yard dogs were third or fourth in line.

[Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH]

How much money did you save by not doing it?

[Dean P]

RSU when you truck for a living back then, you didn't have money to spend on such things as vets for dogs. Sad but true

['TUDE]

Concerning having a pastor over............

I'm trying to be non-descript on purpose but hope you will get the point.

Friends wife had "something" follow her around since childhood. All the weird hollywood stuff happened. Being pushed, images appearing, orbs, whispers, etc. From home to home, "this" always followed her. When my friend married her, it continued and seemed to worsen, dispite them moving into a new house.
A couple of years later, they decided it was time to have children and build a home large enough for an expanding family. Prior to sheetrocking the home under construction, they asked a pastor to "help" with the "problem" . The pastor brought three Sharpie markers and all three of them started writing verses on the bare studs throughout the house and praying during breaks. They spent the better part of an evening doing this.
Today, some two years later, no such intity has entered or followed into this new home.

[Dean P]

Tude, if you believe in heaven & angels, then you have to believe in hell & it's demons

['TUDE]

True personal story.

When I married my wife years back, my son was 4 years old. He and I moved in to the house where my wife had grown up and where her step father had passed away from a brain tumor. As a matter of fact, he passed away in the exact spot from where I type this.
Anyway, soon after moving in, my son would tell us that he was seeing a man in a black coat and a funny helmet walking down the hallway, passing his bedroom door. Months went by and his description became more specific, to the point where he described this man as a fireman.
My wife brought out a box of pictures from her past and in doing so, my son grabbed one quickly and said "this is him, this is him". After calming down, he told us that the man in the picture was indeed the man he kept seeing in the hallway at night. Sure enough, it was a picture of my wife's stepdad in full bunker gear.
As soon as this was acknowledged, the sightings stopped. Not to say "other" things haven't revealed themselves since, but the form of a man has ceased.

[raeldridge]

*fascinating* thread. thanks for all the responses!

[mike minihan]

Back in the winter of 2001 my youngest son and I were on our way from Boise,Idaho to Medford,Oregon.We had taken a car trailer to his old place in Boise in order to haul his non-running Jeep to his new place in Medford.We hit an area of heavy snow in the southern Cascades around 2:00 a.m.It took 45 minutes or so to get down the mountain.We had,of course been drinking coffee to stay alert.
About 25 miles west of the pass it became obvious that the last few quarts of coffee had to be drained.We stopped at a wide spot in the road near a summer tourist haunt,deserted in winter.There is a gas station and ice cream joint on the west side of the road,closed this time of year,and no town or settlement within 30 miles.This is tall timber country,and unsettled.Across the road is a small parking area for the ice cream joint.It is paved and about 200 ft.wide and 80 ft.deep.I pulled in and as I stepped out with .45 on hip,it occurred to me in a flash that grabbing the 590 Mossy would be good.
As we walked to the far end of the area to be well off the road,the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end.The area directly
to our front was open with a depth of 50 yards and a width of 100 yards.The night was clear and cold,8-10 inches of snow on the ground,and with a moon almost full,so we could see quite well.While standing and taking a leak,with son about 15 ft.to my right I saw,as if springing from the earth in front of us across the open area 10 or 12 creatures moving RAPIDLY back and forth in sort of a Thatch weave pattern.These things,not human men,were close to 7 ft.tall,thin,bipedal with long arms,medium length gray fur, and damned fast on their feet.I brought the shotgun up and slid the safety off,as son was drawing his .45.
I don't know if I can adequately explain the overwhelming feeling of menace,but here goes.I had been operating on pure instinct since I had stepped from the pickup,the rotten feeling hit me a split second before the things arrived,the feeling?,instinct?, was that we were prey,and subject to a very bad death,and to be slaughtered and eaten,not a logical process,gut feeling and massively overwhelming.
As they were moving about in front of us,more appeared and mixed among them,all the while running about fast in front of us.Son and I were backing toward the truck,I WOULD NOT present my back to them,and some of them peeled off right and left in an encirclement movement.They were rolling in fast from the sides now,I could smell and feel their presence.We got to the truck loaded on adrenaline and ready to kill,as we both knew we were in grave danger.We piled into the truck,locked doors.I had keys out and ready,as my butt neared the seat, I had the engine lit and trans.in gear and gas pedal mashed in one motion.Adrenaline is great stuff!As we fled,yes fled,something VERY close by let out a ululating scream of rage,and pain.I believe one or more of the group had gotten really close to us in their pursuit and I ran over the foot of one of them,yeah they were that close.We rolled onto the highway and I told son to watch the bed of the pickup as well as the trailer,he already was indexed to the rear with the shotgun.We hauled ass for at least 20 miles before the feeling of grave danger started to abate. The feeling that nailed both of us,as we discussed soon afterward,was one of being prey,and soon to be slaughtered and eaten.I am not easily led,and neither believe or disbelieve all the bigfoot,ghost and werewolf stuff,in fact I am skeptical. Son was speaking with a coworker about 6 months later who had grown up in Prospect,Oregon,about 30 moles south of Union Creek where the incident took place.He asked Jake if he had ever heard of any strange goings-on in the area.Jake went ashy white and pretty much retold the above tale.He says to avoid the place at night.A family friend,a 25 yr.retired cop not given to flights of fancy and an excellent observer, had a tale very similar from a year before.I told my wife of this event of course,she looked at me at the beginning as though I had developed a 3rd eyeball in the center of my forehead.That was from shock,she did believe me,but did not wish to hear any details.She said the tale gave her chills.Me too,as I write this,hair on back of neck and forearms is sticking up.
I have NOT gone back to explore,and would not without a large group of shotgun and flamethrower equipped men with me.
Son and I are both sane,sober persons,and not taken to hysteria.We were wide,VERY wide awake as things transpired.We saw and smelled what was there.As a sidebar neither of us heard footfalls from the creatures.They were silent until i hurt one as we were getting the Hell out of there.
To my knowledge,and I have researched,there is nothing that matches these creatures,unless one considers old legends and folk tales of were creatures. To conclude,I have to fall back on Elmer Keiths famous line,"Hell,I was there"
best regards, Mike Minihan

[Mebsuta]

Mike good creepy story. Lycanthropes bad news.

[Story]

Originally posted by mike minihan

Son and I are both sane,sober persons,and not taken to hysteria.We were wide,VERY wide awake as things transpired.We saw and smelled what was there.As a sidebar neither of us heard footfalls from the creatures.They were silent until i hurt one as we were getting the Hell out of there.
To my knowledge,and I have researched,there is nothing that matches these creatures,unless one considers old legends and folk tales of were creatures. To conclude,I have to fall back on Elmer Keiths famous line,"Hell,I was there"
best regards, Mike Minihan

1. Appears you're not the only one to encounter something up there.
http://www.actioncat.com/randomstuff4.html

2. Crater Lake has a history of weird tales associated with it, note the "Water Devils".
http://craterlake.wr.usgs.gov/history.html

http://www.nps.gov/archive/crla/notes/vol2-3a.htm
On one occasion the youth who first came to the water's edge captured and killed one of the monsters of the lake. Immediately he was overpowered by countless others who carried him to the great rock which stands above the west shore. His throat was cut with a stone knife and his body torn to pieces and hurled into the water, where it was devoured by other angry Llaos.
See also
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6615/6615-h/6615-h.htm

http://www.craterlakeinstitute.com/s...ology-1911.htm
January 1991 - Photographer BB Bakowski disappears, no trace ever found.

http://www.nps.gov/archive/crla/notes/vol21c.htm

http://www.craterlakeinstitute.com/n...ke-murders.htm
http://www.amazon.com/Haunted-Hikes-.../dp/1595800093

[Story]

Originally posted by Mebsuta
Lycanthropes bad news.

Or Wendigo
http://www.prairieghosts.com/wendigo.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wendigo


These things,not human men,were close to 7 ft.tall,thin,bipedal with long arms,medium length gray fur, and damned fast on their feet.

versus

Native American versions of the creature spoke of a gigantic spirit, over fifteen feet tall, that had once been human but had been transformed into a creature by the use of magic. Though all of the descriptions of the creature vary slightly, the Wendigo is generally said to have glowing eyes, long yellowed fangs and overly long tongues. Most have a sallow, yellowish skin but others are said to be matted with hair. They are tall and lanky and are driven by a horrible hunger.

[mitchellh]

Originally posted by Right Side Up @ 1000 MPH
Because it's an un-God-ly source of divination. Also tarot cards. Bad juju to have that stuff around.

My wife just brought one from her mothers house, still in the box,(60's era) and its now in the attic.

I've seen one used back in college, one time, but never paid much attention to them after that.


StG58Freak,

man you have balls. How far was it to walk out of the woods?



mike minihan,

talk about pucker factor,I would've emptied a mag or 2, when in doubt


Lycanthropes!

Anyone seen Dog Soldiers? It's really good movie.

Interesting thread.

[flint_knapper]

Here is a for-real account of an encounter with what you'all
would be calling "shapeshifters" the navaho know them as
skinwalkers......


Skinwalkers West of Ganado

by Johnny Rustywire

In 1978, Navajo Police Officers, Donald Burbank, Curtis Williams, Vincent Denny, Lt. Dan Benally and Sgt. Harold Smiley were working graveyard shift. I was in the dispatcher's room at Window Rock, we could hear cross traffic from Chinle on another frequency. Williams and Burbank were chasing something in their police panels South of Chinle across an open field going up to 30 miles an hour.

We listened, everybody did from Chinle and Window Rock. The radio was cutting in and out. They were chasing an animal and were moving it to a boxed canyon. The creature ran this way and that way. Lt. Benally and Burbank were in the area of Ganado and went to assist. Sgt. Smiley left from Window Rock, Code 3 going like a bat of hell westbound to get there. They chased it for 45 minutes, finally they realized there were two. Everyone was gathered around the dispatcher's room, someone called the captain in Window Rock and he came in wondering what the hell was going on. He stood there and listened.

The creatures were run until they were tired at one point going 35 miles an hour running in and around the lumbering police units through rabbit brush. I remember when they were boxed in, the units went silent. Then we heard the radio.

It was a man and a woman, dressed and painted, stripped to the waist, their hair long and loose, white paint on their faces with red streaks across their chests and arms. Wolf skin hanging from their rear breech cloth. The legs were black. The officers said they refused to identify themselves. They were arresting them for disorderly conduct. Since they were closer to Chinle they decided to take them there. The two were put in a police unit. One officer said by radio, they had a wild look in their eyes like caught wild animals. It was 2:30 in the morning. A chill went through the room. Then we heard that Chinle PD had received word from their captain, that they would not accept them there at Chinle, so the group turned to Window Rock.

During the time the group was headed to Window Rock, they were by Summit. The officers put the two into two separate panels. I remember going out the back of the jail area to see the white Chevy police panels backing in. The Captain came out and said, we aren't going to hold them. Someone had called the Judge and there was no crime. They had to be taken back and released. The couple was only practicing their religion. The officers by now had gathered around the panel. Someone said let's look at them. The Captain said no, we are in an area that is best left alone, leave them and take them back and let them go. The panels returned to where they had been found and let them out. It was quite a night. After that night each of the officers experienced bad luck, hardship, some divorce and career changes. The only one left is Dan Benally. Is it true, yes, I was there I was the Sergeant coming off swing.

[flint_knapper]

Here is another one......

Skinwalkers-An Old Woman and a Dark Road
by Johnny Rustywire

This happened one from dark winter night in Northwest New Mexico.

Way back in the day when I was a Navajo Policeman driving back from Shiprock to Window Rock at 11:30 at night in patrol car headed home. The sky was moonless, no cars on the road and it was dark and windy.

Anyway I passed an old woman it looked like, all covered up with a shawl by Red Rock turnoff. I backed up and reached over and opened the door. She got in, not saying anything, like some people do, she tapped on the door, meaning let's go. She didn't close the door, figured she was too tired, couldn't see her face or hands. So I closed it and we took off.

My radio quit working and my police radio was all static. We drove past Burnham Junction, then down by Sheep Springs, she didn't say a word, tried to talk but she said nothing.

Just before, Tohatchi near the mountains an hour later she banged on the door. In our neck of the woods, it is acceptable to just give a ride without having to talk or even say a word. So there I was I slowed to a stop, she didn't open the door, she was all hunched up so I reached across and opened the door. You know Navajos don't like to be touched so I opened the door carefully not brushing against her.

When I leaned back the door was open, she wasn't there. I thought, "Oh no, she fell out" I went around the car with my flashlight, the wind was really blowing, no moon, no tracks, no old woman. There was nothing there.

I looked all around and could see nothing. I got in the car and turned on the Code 3 lights, round and round, nothing in the lights.....felt a tingle begin to slowly crawl up my spine. Skin walkers operate at night and it's bad, bad karma to be around one.

I jumped in the old unit, man, I pushed 90 going into Tohatchi, didn't look back, going Code 3...I don't know what it was.....but I look over my shoulder even now talking about it.......eeeeee yaaaaaa

['TUDE]

Great stories. Keep them coming.

Just wish a "certain" member here would share his stories as he did with me a few years back. I have yet to hear another on the topic of critters in the woods that gave me chills so bad.

[BlackCat]

I, in particular, have a keen interest in woods critter stories since my encounter with one.

If he's not around, how about you just fill in for him 'Tude?

Also- awesome story Mike.

[mike minihan]

Story,thanks for the links.Mebusta,lycanthropes?Heck,i don't know.That's as good or bad as any other answer.Mitchell,I was that close to making meat.The urge to elude,evade,and escape trumped all else,but the empty 3 mags.of .45 as well as 9 12ga. was still very much in play as a damned good option,but holy shit they were FAST!! We were lucky or blessed to get out in good order.Pucker factor......I hope to tell ya I have never been wound up that tight before or since.It is good to know I suppose,that a man's God given hard-wired instincts work so well.
Sorry for the late response,I left shortly after posting.Today is my bride's birthday,we went to daughter's and her family's home for a cookout,gathering of the clan,and birthday celebration.Zero pucker factor,just laid back with loved ones.
It's been a good day and it is great to be alive. best to all and great sitting around the fire sharing tales with all of you.
Mike Minihan