Spooks and ghosts and weeping ladies...oh my!

Oooooh! What's the teacups name? Adorable!

Feathers looks like he'd(?) be a handfull.

Yep, she is little brat! Thinks she owns the house. LOL, you should see her beg, She can do one trick. We told her she was an Eagle!

Awwww! Perfect eagle pose.

We had a pocket parrot years ago. I used to listen to music while getting ready for work. Mostly classical. Cornflake got so he could whistle a couple of short pieces. So cute to have him perform for people!

Waaaa---Waaaa------I want more ghostly stories! P-L-E-A-S-E!!!!!

Why do so many posts eventually "go to the Dogs"---and cats--and birds----????
Not fair! This was a Post for telling ghostly experiences.

Sorry if I am a spoilsport.......

Gita

AH HA HA HA HA HA ..................

Okay. Back on track, folks. Ghosties and ghoulies come out, come out!!!!!

heheh, Gita, sorry for the interuption, LOL I guess we were taking a commercial break!

OMG Celia, what is that??

Hey Sally, Isn't it great how with one spur of the moment could make such a dramatic difference. Good you ran into old neighbors like that.

Ok, so here is a story from my Daughter.

Not long ago, we had a winter storm. Well this is only her second season driving.
Well she said she was about to slide through a sign, she was so scared. She called out to her Aunti Bear for help. She said in that instant she could feel Aunti's presence and she calmed herself enough to focus the rest of her drive home.

WOW!! Glad she was okay.

It's the Chupa-cabra!!! No, wait, that's Isis.

I was in my mid twenties, had three small children at home and was working nights as a security guard while taking 22 units at the local Jr. college. It was perfect because my DH could be home with the kids while I worked and the graveyard shift was pretty quiet, allowing me to study in between rounds.

I was working at a gas distribution plant in the old area of Los Angeles where the rats were the size of big tom cats and the cats were afraid to go out at night. There were black widow spiders all through the place and I had to be careful not to walk through the webs during the hot summer nights when they were hanging out in the middle of them. The tree outside the window of the office was a huge old oak tree with twisted and gnarled limbs that creaked and groaned and some of the huge branches were propped up with trusses to try to save the tree. It was called "The Hanging Tree" and was a historical landmark which they really had used to hang people back in the day.

The surrounding area was made up of freight train tracks, old warehouses and assorted abandoned buildings on three sides and some of the worst slum housing you can imagine on the other. There were also bats... lots of bats and recent reports of several rabid bats had been all over the news. Needless to say it was a bit on the creepy side around there and except for an occasional gas truck coming in for a load I was alone most of the time.

I got off duty at 4:00 a.m. and went out to my car that was parked under the hanging tree. The temperature had stayed in the high eighties all night so I had left the windows down on the car. I headed out the gate when I felt a hard thump at the back of my head. Whatever it was was hanging in my hair and I couldn't see it in the mirror. I was afraid to reach back to feel it since it might be a rabid bat. What was I going to do? I was terrified!

Home was half an hour away on the freeway and there was no one at the plant after I left...

to be continued...


This message was edited Apr 19, 2008 12:30 AM

OMG...What do you mean to be continued??
I can't beleive you are just left us "hanging"

You got my attention hurry back...commercial over...

So how many replies before you continue?
I can hear you giggle!

AAAGGHHH
you better finish before kwanjin sends that alien after you

Sorry for the delay but I had to fix my dad's computer and get to work. But things have slowed down enough to get back to the story.

Now, where was I... Oh yes, trembling in fear with what I was now sure had to be a very sick and rabid bat clinging and tangled up in the long hair I sported back then I had no idea what to do. I was afraid to stop the car, afraid to roll up the windows... I was quickly going from fear to sheer terror.

My mind was racing as I rolled past the gate and down the street. Should I take the surface street all the way home so I could drive slower even if it meant taking an extra thirty to forty minutes or should I get on the freeway...maybe the wind from the open freeway would blow it out of my hair and out the open window...

I made my way to the freeway ramp and could feel the thing in my hair with every move I made. When I picked up speed my hair began to blow in the wind and would whip back and each time it fluttered it would swing back thunk -thunk-thunk hitting the back of my head... That thing was not letting go!

I finally made it home and parked the car in the still dark parking lot. By this time I was shaking uncontrollably with panic and still it was hanging heavy on the back of my head. I inched the door open and got out of the car, all the time trying not to turn my head too much and managed to get up the steps and into the house.

The house was dark and I was afraid to throw on the lights for fear that the horror would be startled and bite. I was afraid to scream for help... what could I do?

I edged toward the bathroom and devised a plan. I groped about and found my hairbrush and then the plunger... if I could turn on the light and hit the thing away from me at the same time then maybe I could trap it under the plunger... Not the best plan in the world but as terrified as I was at that moment it was the best I could come up with!

I counted to three and clicked on the light with one hand and hit the horror with the brush giving myself a pretty good whack at the same time. With a thud I heard it hit the floor and plunger in hand I lunged. I had it! ... And then it hit me... my mind registered what it was that lay trapped under the plunger... and I collapsed onto the floor in a fit of uncontrollable laughter and relief... My large and heavy hair barrette had snapped open and clung to my hair... now it was under the plunger and I was safe.

edited for atrociously scary spelling ☺

This message was edited Apr 19, 2008 12:26 AM

OHHHHH...hahahaha.I a have to read this to my family...

Sooo funnyyy I am shaking as I laugh.!
THANK YOU ZANRY

Now..for real I don't feel so bad! heheheh.

roflmao!!! That was way too funny!

so, did you bury the rabid barrett?! LOL!

When that happened my hair was below my waist. The next day it was cut short and the hair barrette is still laying in my dresser drawer 20 some years later. I never wore it again but get a giggle everytime I see it.

Lol! I would hang onto that barrett too! just for the laughter memories :o)

oh btw.... someone asked...and the teacups name is Sheldon, after my History professor/dear friend who passed away just a few days before I got Sheldon. I went to the breeders home and there were 2 puppies... I couldnt make up my mind...cause they were sooo cute... and teeny! So I called out "Sheldon" and he came running to me LOL! Thats when I decided on which puppy to pick, and his name! :oD He is already 4 yrs old, and born on the 4th of July :o)

Zany - you are too funny.....Got my goat!

Ahhh....the old barrette bumping the head.

You scared me! Great story telling! You had us when you stopped mid-story.

That's a good story teller.....

I had some funny pics of the kitty's to post but I'll put them wherever they should end up. Keep the scaries coming! I don't know why I like watching or reading all the scary stuff....gets the adrenaline going, I'm sure.

I like the stories too...although I'm not sure I like the scary ones! Just the ghost and weeping lady stories...oh and the pretty lady playin ball stories :o)

Oh, too, too funny!!! I was on the edge of my chair!

Okay...Who's next to step up? Make the kitty stiff with fear!

Before I go, I have one more.

I was sitting at the computer the other night waithing for hubby to come home from his mom's. I had the windows open in the bedroom and, across the house, I had sliding door open. It felt great to finally be able to get a breeze through the house!

Both cats were asleep in the hall and I was listening to some soft misic. Suddenly, there a loud BANG!!! After all three of us scraped outselves of the ceiling, I saw the bedroom door had slammed shut. I had forgotten to prop it open. The wind slams it every year and every year I forget.

Such cute pictures!

We both heard the kitchen light flip off last night. It was weird and it really went off. My DH doesn't believe in anything for a second but he did wonder why that light went off.

So who else has a spooky tale to tell? Surely there is someone else out there that experienced a fright night... don't be shy...share those goose bumps!

lol, I'm not even gonna think about scary stuff tonight...my DH is already asleep and I will scare myself into a tizzy and not sleep a wink! LOL!
nite all!

knolan, you have an energy conscious poltergeist!

Zany, still think you did the story in two parts on purpose. That made the story better. Great story telling.
I don't think that I would have brought the beast in the house. I would have tried to get it out of my hair outside. Glad you didn't get "bitten" by the big barette.
Just a good example of how the mind can play tricks on you. We love it don't we?

Ok, story. This one is one my dad told many times. He had a couple of them.
When he was little 8-9 years old, his dad was killed in an accident at work. About this time one early morning he woke up and saw a man at the foot of his bed looking at him. He said you could kind of see through him. He thought at first that it was his dad's ghost, but then saw that the man had on regal looking robes and a large crown. The man waved his hand and slowly dissapeared.
My dad was never scared as he thought this man was some kind of king that came to visit him for some reason. He felt special. (this would have been in 1928-29)

Oh, wow! I wonder who it was? I have to ask my mom about an experience she had. I'm curious to see if she remembers. It was long ago, too. She told us as kids and I'm, well, you know, forgetful.

I'm remembering a story about a friend of mine I had in high school. She had an older brother who had been in Vietnam. Her mom was asleep one night, 1976, I think it was, and was wakened by a hand shaking her shoulder. She heard someone say, "Ma, wake up. I need you." She rolled over and saw her son looking down at her from the foot of the bed. She said, "They didn't tell me you were home." He didn't say anything but he did smile at her. Then he left the room. She got up to follow him and met my friend in the hall. My friend was crying and saying she'd had a dream about her brother. She couldn't remember the dream but she said it made her sad. He mom said for her not to worry because he was home. The went into the kitchen and he wasn't there or anywhere in teh house. They both chalked it up to dreams and wishful thinking. The next day they got word he'd been killed and his body was being sent home.

They told this story to me a few times. And they aren't the only ones I've heard that have had this experience.

let's hope that the dying sons and daughters at war can feel their loved ones presence as well

This one was retold from my mom:

My mom told me once that when she was little she was sitting on the couch watching tv. As she watched TV, she said she felt a hand gently touch her hand and when she looked noone was there. She said she was very sure her other 2 sisters were not home and it was only her and her mom in the house. Her mom was in another part of the house. My mom said she would never forget that weird experience and could not logically explain it looking back as an adult.

rebecca30

Who doesn't feel the touch of someone now and then? I usually get it on my arm or along my sides.

I have never felt that. Just like I have never 'had' an unearthly presence or known when something tragic happened- I think its related to emotional intelligence that is part of some new theories on intelligence.

I also think that one has to be "receptive" to such things. Like--extremely sensitive/religious and believing in the Supernatural---kind of a "psychic" on their own level.....

Like--one HAS TO first believe that there is a life after death....That Spirits are welcome and exist.....and that Spirits CAN return to Earth and visit their beloved one on some level.

I think most of us would freak out if we woke up in the middle of the night and saw a departed loved one standing at the foot of our beds and waving "Hello" to us!

This whole thing just amazes me-----I like to believe that what people see is actually true. Then again--I question HOW it can be--happen???? I know, personally, that I sometimes question all these things---until, someone I know, tells me of an experience of theirs.
NOW--because I KNOW that person would never lie--make it up--I am confounded as this MUST be true! THEN--I tend to "believe".......

It is a VERY "unknown" part of who we are......what we hold to be true...what we believe!

Shudder.......Gita

...personally I do firmly believe that there are spirits we can not see, both good and bad. I guess it dpends on which you choose to seek.. in my opinion.

r30

I am a skeptic. I don't believe until I see. Some people see because they believe. You choose. My mother and I have had some very...animated...conversations about this very subject. She needs to know "why", I need to know "how". We're different people and, yet, so close.

More stories, please. ☺

lol, I need to know why AND how! also, I've not come across a 'bad' spirit yet... :o) thankfully! mine have all been relatives...at least I believe them to be my relatives! lol!Yes more stories... I'll just make sure I read them earlier in the evening!

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