Topic: Ghoststories

[wvchat]

http://www.ghostories.com/barrens/   Like to read Ghost stories?  *doh*  Tell us yours.

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg80964.html#msg80964

[notatroll]

 

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg80970.html#msg80970

[Cookie Parker]

bump

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg92429.html#msg92429

[Cookie Parker]

bump

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg92430.html#msg92430

[ford#1]

belive ive got a goust my beer keeps disapering and i know i dont drink that much!!!

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg97715.html#msg97715

[wvchat]

 *eyess*  say huh??**Maybe the "ghost" is pouring it out.     

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg97720.html#msg97720

[Fancy_Flo]

Well, I have a ghost story, but it is kind of long.  When Suzi was a baby, we lived in an old plantation house in Virginia.  I dreamed about this house before we went there, but didn't realize that it was the house in the dream until we had lived there about a month.  I had dreamed that there was an old beat-up wooden door, and there was a sound behind the door that sounded like an electric drill.  In the dream, the stairway went up in the entrance way opposite a beautiful door with glass panes all around the door.  There was a large living room on the left, and a slightly smaller dining room on the right.  Then, on down the hall was the old door. I felt that there was something evil on the other side of that door.

I dreamed that when the children and I tried to get upstairs where my husband was, the stairs flattened out so that we couldn't climb the stairs.  Beside the large archway that went into the living room was a pair of white boots.  I can't tell you all of the story here.  I did it on 360, and it took quite a few installments. 

It turned out that the house looked exactly like it did in the dream.  Behind the old door was the basement.  The sound was a pump that pumped water from the well.

One day we were sitting at the dining room table having lunch with the maid.  We heard a door slam, footsteps running up the steps, another door slam, more footsteps running up the stairs.  This was the outside door to the basement and the door at the top of the basement stairs.  The footsteps went up the basement steps, and then up the steps to the bedrooms.  We all sat and looked at each other at first, then the maid went to see if some spools of thread might have fallen out of my sewing basket upstairs.  They hadn't.

One night I  awoke to see a small boy stomping around in my husband's boots.  Thinking that it was my small son Joey, I patted the bed beside me, and found him sleeping peacefully between us.  I screamed, and the little boy disappeared.  We found some graves in the back field.  There was a little boy buried there whose name was Charles, so the ghost became Charlie.  The house was built in the 1800's.  I assume that Charlie had lived there.

Charlie liked to turn on the record player. He liked Strauss waltzes.  We didn't mind charlie, but there was another entity there that threatened me.  I felt that I wouldn't get out of that house alive, but I did.  I did have trouble with my husband there.  He threatened my life several times.  The evil was my father-in-law, who was living with us, and liked to make trouble.

Boots were quite fashionable at that time...particularly white ones.  I would not let white boots come into that house.  They came in anyway, in the form of my Mother-in-law and my sister-in-law when I left my husband for a short time.  According to Sigmund Freud, anything that something can go into is female.  The boots were two females.  Charlie didn't like them, and ran through the kitchen past some of my children, slamming the door.  I wasn't there, but I heard about it when I came back.  We lived in that house for about three years.  When we finally moved to Bluefield, I  divorced my husband.

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg98168.html#msg98168

[The Hun]

I've thought about posting here many times in the past but always chickened out.
This will be about three events, that I think are connected. I'll start with the most recent and go backwards from there.

#3 May 8,2005
My mother died at home in her own bed. (cancer) She was on several medications
including morphine. She was also on oxygen. She had not been conscious for about
27 hours before she died and she could not change her position on her own. My
sister was staying with her that night and before going to bed she checked on my
mother one last time. The only odd  or strange thing here was that her oxygen tubes
had been removed and were lying next to her on the pillow.She had not changed
her position. My sister said she could not have removed the tubes without help.

#2 Several years earlier
I get a call at work from my wife. She tells me to go home, take a shower and change
clothes and meet her at the hospital because our son is about to be born. When I get
to the hospital, I can't see my wife right then. I decided to go to my mothers room
and tell her what was going on. She was in the hospital recovering from having a
tumor removed from inside her head. (not a brain tumor) She was asleep.
I go to the window and watch the people coming to and from the hospital and the cars
going up and down Harper Road. While I'm standing there, someone grabs my right arm
between the elbow and shoulder. When I turned to see who it was, there was no one
there. Who or what ever it was let go at that point.
I didn't tell my mother this story for about eighteen years. She loved hearing it.

#1 Several years eariler
I grew up in a small 2 bedroom house. When I was born, my mother said I slept all day
and cried all night. To get his sleep my dad moved into the other bedroom. When my sister was born three years later, I was moved into my dads room.
My dad worked  the evening shift in the coal mines. When it was about time to go to
work , he would change into his work clothes in the basement. He never sit on the furniture after he was dressed for work. He would stand at the back door and look
outside, and then walk to the front door to look out. As he walked through the house
some of the floorboards would creak or squeak. I always knew where he was by the
sound of the creaks and squeaks.
When I was ten years old my dad was killed in a roof fall at work.
Afterword for about two years, when I went to bed  I could hear the sound of someone
breathing as if asleep. When I was home alone, I would usually end up in the basement shooting pool on
my dads pool table. When it was time that he would have been getting ready for work,
the floor boards would start to creak and squeak, always in the proper sequence,
from the back door to the front door and then back again. If other neighborhood kids
were with me, they thought we had burglars. I never tried to explain to them what I
thought it was. My mother always said she knew he was still there.
I talked to someone who started working in that mine about twenty years after my dads death. He told me that none of the other miners would go near the spot where
my dad died. He wouldn't tell me why.







Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg110548.html#msg110548

[wvchat]

Good story.     But I would have to know why!!  I'd want to know.   A ghost of a friend or loved one wouldn't scare me and I'd want all the details.


Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg110556.html#msg110556

[notatroll]

I would have to agree with Suzi on this...why?  I would have to know why.

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg110591.html#msg110591

[The Hun]

Concerning my previous post, the man I talked to was a new employee at the mine.
He seemed reluctant to tell me anything at all. Maybe the older miners had filled his
head with a lot of BS. I don't know. The mine has since been shut down, and the entrance
sealed with concrete and covered with dirt.
I talked to someone with similar experiences and she told me that I was attracting
this sort of thing. I've had at least ten of these occurrences in my life, two of which
I have never told anyone,including my wife.

I will try to tell of another occurrence that happened about fifteen years ago.
I get a phone call from a cousin. He tells me he has a cassette deck that I can have
for fifty dollars. I told him I didn't have the money. A week later he calls back and
tells me he has a cassette deck I can have for thirty dollars. I say bring it by the
next time your in the neighborhood and I'll look at it. He was at the house in 5 minutes. He hooked it up, collected his money and left. The deck was a nice
Pioneer deck with a lot of dials and switches. I changed all the settings to my liking
and didn't think anything more about it. A few days later I came in from outside,and
noticed the light was on and all the settings on the cassette deck had been changed.
This went on for several weeks, and only happened when I was home alone ,and only
when I came in after being outside.
After several weeks, the same cousin and his girlfriend come by for a visit. I ask him
where did he get the cassette deck. He said he traded a guitar to a friend for it.
I asked if it ever did anything strange while he had it. He said no. I told him what it
had been doing for the past several weeks, and asked if there was anything he hadn't told
me about. He and his girlfriends mouths were open and their eyes were wide open.
He told me that the friend who had owned it had recently been killed in a very violent
auto accident. He said a day later, the road was still covered with blood and other
human material. I asked if he had stolen the deck. He said no. To this day I believe
he not only stole it, but stole it after the boy died. There were never any more
problems with the cassette deck.
 

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg110808.html#msg110808

[notatroll]

 *eyess*  Now that is eerie!

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg111405.html#msg111405

[The Hun]

The next two stories come from my grand parents.
The first from my dad's side of the family.

Grandpa didn't speak much English, so everything he said had to be translated for me.
The only time I understood him was once when we were looking at one of his many
flower beds that surrounded his home and garden. He pointed down into this one bed
and in a pi$$ed off voice he said "keety sheet". That needed no translation.
Grandpa worked in the coal mines in McDowell Co. during the early 1900's.
He said that on occasion, a headless white horse would pass through the mine.
He didn't say if it coincided with any other event in the mine.

This story comes from my mother's dad.
Grandpa was a very stern and very religious man. He didn't tolerate nonsense from
anyone. I don't remember ever seeing him smile. During World War I, he fought in
the battle of the Argonne, and the second battle of the Somme, if I remember correctly. He saw his friend next to him in the trenches lose his head, literally.
In the 1960 election he voted for Richard Nixon because he couldn't vote for a
Catholic. I wonder how he took it when he found out my mother was married
to a Catholic.
After the war, he came home, met, and married my grandmother.They lived in an
apartment building in Huntington, W.Va.. This would have been in the late 1920's.
Late at night, when all decent people should be home and in bed, they would hear
footsteps coming up the stairway leading to their floor of the building. They asked
some of their neighbors, who was it that came in so late. The neighbors said no one
knew, because it was a ghost. Grandpa decided to find out for himself who it was.
The next time they heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, Grandpa and Grandma
stepped out into the hall, and watched the stairway. What they saw was the figure
of a man in black dress shoes and pants and a fancy cane. There was nothing visible
above the waist. Grandpa never did find out who it was. As soon as they could they
found a new place and moved.

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg122677.html#msg122677

[upsanddowns]

I think some people can just see and communicate with the others on the other side.  You must be one, Hun.

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg123944.html#msg123944

[notatroll]

Welcome ups and downs. 

Linkback: http://4seasonschat.com/index.php/topic,5573.msg124070.html#msg124070

[Tags:]

Tags: