Thread: TRUE SCARY STORIES

Even though I am a Halloween entheusiast, and always seem to believe in other peoples stories, I have one myself, that is simple but again, sceptics will find something to say, as we all do, when we read other peoples stories.
A few years ago, I inherited a house. The house was owned by a powerful doctor, and had nothing but love, togetherness and understanding among the people that lived within it. Honestly, I can't understand that concept because today's life is full of confusion. Anyway, My uncle was a Doctor that liked to wear boots and Bermuda shorts. He was a wonderful man and a good friend. My grandmother wound up aquiring Altzheimers. For those that understand it, they know that it ruins a persons life, and it leaves those left behind second guessing themselves forever. It tears a person's mind apart and is scarier than ANY Halloween prop you could possibly find.
A couple of years before this incident, I had returned from work at approximatly 3 AM and traveled into the basement to use the restroom. I distinctly remember someone walking down the stairs. As I thought it was a loved one, I ran upstairs and found no one, everyone was sound asleep. A couple of years passed, and my grandmother was placed in a nursing home. This is when the disturbing stuff happened. As a Sony Playstation lover, I played Tomb Raider like it was going out of style. At one particular moment, 5:45 AM I heard some heavy footed steps upstairs, walking across the floor. I ran up, got a firearm and woke up the wife, telling her that there was definatly an intruder in the house. At that time, we had a newborn and she would NEVER let me come anywhere in the vicinity of the kid with a gun. I told her, get ready, we need to call 911 and all that jazz. I checked the whole house, and there was nothing. There is always someone out there that will question things, and say something opposite to what you try to express and I was just that person saying "it is everyone else that seems to experience the supernatural" but me. After this occasion, my wife tells me that she heard the same thing, but she thought it was me the "jokester" playing games with her. I said "trust me, it aint me" She proceeds to tell me that she heard conversations, voices,and footsteps many times, but didn't want to tell me. I said, hey...............I think its something I need to know.
Long story short, My grandmother died, and she was the most wonderful human being on the planet. Needless to say, everything stopped. 3 years later, not a peep. I think that my Uncle was becomming impatient. Even though the wierd things subsided, and at the time wished that it would go away, I would gladly invite it back again if you know what I mean. I learned that there are some things in life that are more powerful than our understanding. We need to accept, and move on. Every time I become interested in something Halloween, or some kind of prop, I can feel my lost loved ones riding piggyback.

Screamhaunt

I posted this one a while ago so I'll just recap it for you all.
About 18 years ago when I was just newly married to my wife(about six years)we decided to go and visit Fort Washington on
the Potomac.Fort Washington overlooked the inlet from the Potomac River.During the Revoultionary War its cannons roared to stop the invading British.Its inhabitants included George Washington and Lafeyette.Anyhow it was a hot August day with no cloud in the sky.My wife and I saw a set of stairs that went down to a darkened area that looked like a storage area on display.Well it turned out to be the dungeon.As we decended down the steps we looked back & saw the sky turn a REAL dark hue,when we reached the bottom and looked around we could hear what sounded like a thunderstorm.We were down there less than 5 minutes so we turned and went back upstairs thinking we would be caught in a bad storm.When we got up to the top of the steps the ground was BONE dry,just as hot with not a cloud in the sky.Weird,huh?!

rod spain

Owning a "Haunted House" that's been open for nightly tours about 330 nights of the year over the last 17 years(17 >< 330 = 5,610 nights!) gives many people coming here to see my house an opportunity at the end of their tour to tell me about their haunted experiences, I believe the majority of their stories.
Maybe a month ago , two women were here for the first time on a Sunday afternoon(I'm also open SAt. & Sun. afternoons alot).
They told me how the one woman is very psychic and how one time her friend took her to a building that had some strange "history".
The psychic woman was not told anything about this building. As they entered it, the psychic woman said, "I see a body hanging right there, and there, and there, and there....."
At one time this room had once been a greenhouse owned by a Doctor, the greenhouse was next to a Tuberculosis hospital (I have not a clue as to what year this was)
The Doctor donated this room for the hospital's use of it as a recreation room for their T.B. patients, they moved pool tables in there, ex cetra.
One night a dozen of these T.B. patients all decided to hang themselves, it happened in this room in question!
She could still "See" the dozen bodies still hanging there!
It kind of makes you wonder if those dozen people ever really "left"?
Creepy.
True. It's in Rockford, Illinois

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

That was interesting. I can believe that something is there, that normal people either dismiss or make excuses for. We are open to new things, and of course, our passion for the supernatural keeps us in touch with things that others don't see. I live in Pennsylvania, and we have a majorly huge mental health facility called Torrance. The property is VERY large, and most of the buildings have been closed, other than the buildings that contain heavy duty mentally ill people, and the facilty that houses Pennsylvania's hard core juvenile cases. On this property, there is the old Torrance Hospital. It creepier than any movie you can rent. It is surrounded by overgrown weeds, and has been sold off to a private individual. This place is about as scary as the facility in the movie SESSION 9, which depicts workers removing asbestos in a facility that was abandoned. Very strange move. Anyway, I always feel PASHION when I pass this place, because it is full of incredible potential, to not only have a haunted house, but maybe harness some surprises of its own. After all, it was used in the "old days" when people didn't monitor its performance. Today, things are too closey monitored, and for good reasons, as we all know psyche facilities of the past used questionable treatments, and "hid" the baddest of the bad, from society"
If you ever travel to Pa, you have to see Torrance. I hope to eventually get a pic, and post it here, possibly on a "scariest places" post. Sounds like a plan. Keep the scary stories coming, and see Session 9. It was so weird, you could almost taste the dust. Not for kids.!!

Screamhaunt

I was told a very detailed story many years ago about a house in Penn.
A man and his wife lived there in their dream house (1880?) they never had any children, then one day the wife overheard her husband enjoying himself in bed with the hired girl!
For the next several days people would see the wife sitting on their front porch cuddling what looked like a newborn in her arms.
It was actually her husband's head!
She flipped out, killed the two clandestine lovers.
The house was sold to an eccentric scientist sort of guy who blocked up the basement windows so nobody could spy on his doings.
A series of murders happened involving prostitutes.
This scientist guy disappeared one day, eventually, when people got into his house they found large glass bottles with female heads in them, hooked up to electrodes, it seems this guy was trying to maintain life after decapitation.
This mess got cleaned up and the house sat empty for a long time. The neighborhood became industrialized and a big company bought the house to house Italian immigrent workers in.
One day a scream was heard from the kitchen!
The Italian man could not be found,he had just been in the kitchen starting to cook for everyone. The basement door had been nailed shut for years but it was open now!
The man was found in the basement , dead, he had been strangled by an electrical wire as he fell down the steps, he was hanging in mid-air!
A few years passed and I believe it may have been in the early 1950's there was a massive refinery explosion. After the smoke cleared the only house destroyed was this one, the house that had all of these strange, sad, criminal things happen inside of it!
The house in question was completely gone, almost as if it had never even been there.
At some point in time a bum wandering the streets of New York was heard mumbling and confessing to being the scientist who had been conducting the "heads" experiment, but most people didn't really believe him!
The man telling me all of this was a psychologist who was spending the night here in my haunted house. When he told me this story he had all the names, dates, street addresses to go with it, which made it much more impressive than my telling of those same events.
Earlier that night he asked me if I would take him and his wife and sister up to the city graveyard to see my family gravemarker?
It was a slow night at the haunted house so I agreed.
We walked up there, probably about a 600 foot walk, the last part up a very steep hill.
I was wearing my usual spookhouse costume back then, a black cape and cowl, all black knee-length mocassins, carrying a small flashlight to guide us all by, it was a dark night too!
We walk half way back through the graveyard and here is my Great-grandfather's marker, 18 feet tall (my last name on it, "Warfield")
"So, is this your family's marker?" The psychologist asked.
With my back to them, all dressed in black, I said, "Yes, and this is the part of the tour in which I sink down into the ground and you all crap your pants."
I turned off the flashlight, threw my cape up and out into the air , bent my knees and went as low as I could go, under the cape, now almost flat upon the ground at the base of the big monument.
I did hear at least one "Gasp!"
Later, back at the house, he admitted that he had come VERY close to doing the dirty-deed in his pants when I did this little fun prank in the dark graveyard that night!

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"

quote:Originally posted by rod spain

I posted this one a while ago so I'll just recap it for you all.
About 18 years ago when I was just newly married to my wife(about six years)we decided to go and visit Fort Washington on
the Potomac.Fort Washington overlooked the inlet from the Potomac River.During the Revoultionary War its cannons roared to stop the invading British.Its inhabitants included George Washington and Lafeyette.Anyhow it was a hot August day with no cloud in the sky.My wife and I saw a set of stairs that went down to a darkened area that looked like a storage area on display.Well it turned out to be the dungeon.As we decended down the steps we looked back & saw the sky turn a REAL dark hue,when we reached the bottom and looked around we could hear what sounded like a thunderstorm.We were down there less than 5 minutes so we turned and went back upstairs thinking we would be caught in a bad storm.When we got up to the top of the steps the ground was BONE dry,just as hot with not a cloud in the sky.Weird,huh?!

rod spain

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FELICIA RATLIFF

I have an unexplained story that's true, but not necessarily scarey (actually, it's a bit dull)

While in college, I worked at Disneyland (school all day, work all night).

On this particular summer night, I was working the Jungle Cruise and had just gone to the backstage area for a break (it was around 11-11:30 at night.
There were two other cast members in the break area at that time, one reading a newspaper at a table, and the other on a nearby payphone - neither one was up for conversation with me at that time.

As I sat at a table, resting my chin on my hands and trying to read the back of the newspaper, I noticed something on the floor about 2-3 feet behind the guy with the paper that was a little unusual.

It was one of the spent rounds from the Jungle Cruise ballancing on it's round end...

(just to fill the gaps for those who have never been on the Jungle Cruise at Disneyland, during the course of the ride, the "captain" of the boat "shoots" at the hippo's - it's an actual .357 caliber pistol that fires blanks.
The blanks are about an inch long, made of red plastic, flat on the primer end, and very round on the powder end - where the exploding gunpowder comes out. They're actually cut to ensure no plastic bits break off and fly anywhere - safety first)

I was intrigued, as I had never seen one of these left laying around (the ride is supposed to keep count of all of them, as they are explosive devices), and never thought to try to balance one on it's round end.

I wasn't certain if it was actually touching the floor at first, and was staring at it and above it, all the way to the ceiling, to see if it was dangling from a piece of fishing line or thread - sometimes Disney cast members become real bored and do odd things.

I must have been looking at this thing for a good 10-12 seconds, when it started to wobble, and then fall down - it had actually been spinning on its' round end so quickly, that it appeared to be immobile.
(time to add: these spent rounds are quite light, and as such have little angular momentum - I have yet to make it spin for more than a second or so...)

My first thought was: the guy with the newspaper (which I had been reading from the other side) must have leaned over, and spun this casing with his fingers (like spinning a quarter with a snapping motion) and sat back up smoothly enough that I didn't notice him doing it, so I said to him, "Hey, that was a great trick!" - he lowered the newspaper a little, asked if I was speaking to him, I related what I had watched, he listened a little, looked back at the round and said flatly, "I didn't do that".

I tried to interrupt the guy on the phone, asking if he had seen what I had, but he was in a fight with someone on the phone and hadn't been looking that direction or seen it...whichever.

I went around the tables to see if I had been imagining things, but the casing simply lay on the floor with nothing attached to it. I picked it up, went back to a table, and prompty began trying to spin it like I had witnessed - with one hand and with two.
(please note: the table was quite smooth, while the floor is rough for traction)
I spent the remainder of my break trying to get it to spin, but never had much luck.

I have kept the spent round, and have occasionaly tried to get it to spin like I remember - nothing yet.

Conclusions? Either the newspapaer guy lied and was EXTREMELY skilled at spinnnig spent casings, or I hallucinated the entire thing, or (and this is where I'm most skeptical) something other than the three of us was also in that break room that night, playing with a spent Jungle Cruise round it had managed to procure - and bastard that I am, I took it away (but I didn't know! I'll whine if I ever have to answer for my behavior).

Like I said: True, Unexplained, and Dull.

"Kiss me, Fatboy!" - Pennywise the clown

When I was a child I was always bothered by my bedroom, at night as I lay there and tried to sleep I would see movement in the room and it would take me time to convince myself that whatever I saw wasn't real. One night I woke up in the middle of the night and immediately noticed that my window was open. I was terrified that someone was trying to get into my room so I got out of bed as quietly as possible, watching the open window as I moved across the room toward my door. I ran to my parents and told them what had happened, my father charged into my room with the intention of catching a burgular. He came back a moment later, looking very irritated, and he told me that the window wasn't even open, but rather closed and locked. I was baffled because I know I saw the open window, I felt the fresh air from outside, and I was embarassed that my parents got up when I had apparently called a false alarm.
The second incident was on my birthday many years later, I was having a party at my house and a few friends were there. I had gone into my bedroom to get something and as I turned to leave I noticed movement behind the open door.. I approached and moved the door away and there on the wall was a bright green circle of light, just a little larger than a half dollar. At first I thought that it must be light coming through my window, maybe from the moon or something, so I put my hand over it.. as soon as my hand covered it, no light was shining on the back of my hand.. but rather the orb moved a few inches to the left along the wall beneath my palm. My hair stood on end but I watched with fascination. I reached over and covered it again, this time it moved to the right along the wall. I repeated this process and each time the circle would move directly up, down, left, or right. I opened my door again and the light didn't shine on the front of my door.. so I left the room and beckoned a friend to come see this. When we walked back in and I moved the door to reveal the orb, it was moving in a pattern, it would move about 2 inches up, then down, then center itself.. then move to the left and then the right at a very quick pace. She looked around for the light source that was causing this, and coming up with the only reasoning I had, she tried to cover it with her hand. As soon as her palm laid over the light, it disappeared. We searched both sides of the wall and searched the rooms opposite mine for anything that might have possibly caused this. I never saw the light again.
The third incident was only a few years ago, I have three younger sisters and I am the oldest, one of them is only a year younger than I. One day she was explaining to me this game she learned from her friends using a normal deck of cards. Apparently this 'game' allowed you to speak with the dead. She seemed hesitant but I managed to talk her into showing me how it was supposed to work. The cards can only answer Yes or No questions.. so we picked someone who we knew to have died recently and asked questions that we knew answers to. The cards remained suprisingly accurate. My sister asked the deceased to give us proof that it was there with us. And proof is exactly what it gave us, a moment later in the room one of my neon lights (which I thought had been unplugged) turned on and flickered, we stared at it for a moment and then looked at each other as if to verify that we both saw it, the speed of the flicker increased until the normal neon tube light seemed more like a strobe. Needless to say we both vacated the room as quickly as possible. When we came back into the room the light was broken, nobody else was willing to believe anything we had said about what happened.
I've had a few more crossings with things that could be considered 'paranormal' 'supernatural' or even just 'unexplained' but maybe my old home possessed some sort of energy, because these instances were most difficult for me to find a reason for.


FoLlOw Me To ThE eNd Of ThE wOrLd, AnD i'Ll Be ThE oNe To PuSh YoU oFf ThE eDgE.

Good story Dear...gave me goosebumps

I don't suffer from insanity but enjoy every minute of it - Edgar Allan Poe

I guarantee you, they scared me a lot worse! I'm a big baby when it comes to stuff like this, and I often have bizarre nightmares.. maybe that's why I love working at the haunt so much.. if you can't beat em, join em! Right?


FoLlOw Me To ThE eNd Of ThE wOrLd, AnD i'Ll Be ThE oNe To PuSh YoU oFf ThE eDgE.