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In the house I grew up, there are a lot of unexplained incidents. There is one incident that the whole family has been through except me. The house is a four bedroom and has three stories. One night when my brother was 16, he had took a nap in his room. He had left the TV on and was turned away from it. An hour into his nap his heard a woman crying. So he turned around in his bed to see what it was. He didn't have his glasses on, but what he saw made him believe that there was a ghost/spirit in the house which my older sister had been trying to tell us since we've moved into the new house. He had saw an older lady sitting on a chair in front of his TV, crying. He said he just got so terrified that he turned back around and the crying stopped, 20 mintues later. A year later he was still in the same room and again he awoke to the crying. He again looked and seen the lady crying. She had been sitting at the end of his bed, because the chair was not there. At the same time I had been asleep in my room and my sister came in and awoke me and asked me why I was crying. I told her I hadn't been. We assumed it was our mother, who we then checked on and was sound asleep. We firgured my sister to be hearing things until the morning at breakfast when my brother had told us about the lady crying on his bed. The third year, the crying lady appeared to him in the room, he just ignored her. On the fourth year, I had occupied the room. I was 16 then and had put a lock in the door because of the prying childen that had also lived in the house. I was staying the night at a friends house when the crying lady came. The whole family was awaken by her this time. They all thought it was me crying in the room. One problem with that theroy. I was not there. They heard the crying and did not know what to do. Fearing it was me they broke the door down to see that there was nothing. The next year, the room was empty. We have not heard the crying lady since.

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Another story from my teenage years would take place in October 1998. The October that my I will always remember. This October was like no other and others shared the expirences with me. The first incident had started on night where there was a full moon and I had a secret party at my house. When it got to late, my 5 friends had to leave. My boyfriend at the time had to go home which was in a different town which was 20 miles away. My friends and I agreed to take him home. The driver and his cousin in the front were sober, as the rest of us laughed and yelled in the back seat. As we got 1/2 way there I noticed the driver was speeding and started to fear getting stopped by the cops and going to jail. I told him to slow down. My voice was shakey and alerted the rest of my friends. They also told the driver to slow down. His reply was shut up and sit still. I yelled at him to slow down, and he yelled back, I have reasons for going so fast, Whatever you do, don't turn around! The four of us that were in the back seat had not noticed that behind us there was a big dark shadow in the shape of a huge man. We all screamed and told him to go faster. No matter how fast we went, it stayed close behind us for about 4 miles. On the fifth mile he said he had lost it. We sat quietly for the next mile. We only had 5 miles left to go,and were going down a steep hill when the driver slammed on the breaks. We screamed because in front of us coming down the next hill were two of what we had saw earlier. The driver backed up the steep hill and turned around as fast as he could. We got back to my house and started to dicuss what we had seen. What ever was following us had shot across the road at an intersection 3 miles from my house. He said it had been following us for miles and he didn't want to tell us, because he knew we'd freak out. Which we did. I have never traveled that road at night again.

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All the stories I post here are all true. I have since moved from my home town and have not had any problems with spirits or anything of the sort. One night in October 1998 a group of friends were telling scary stories, so we decided to go to a spot that is said to be haunted. Look out point is the burial gound for a late Indian Chief and his horse was buried on top of him. Three car loads of people pulled into look out point and got out. we all fooled around for moment and decided the place itself was creepy enough to just leave. As we were piling back into the cars we heard a loud howel. We all stopped in our tracks and started yelling back and laughing about it. We thought one of our friends was out in the trees somewhere trying to scare us. As we were laughing, one of the girls in the group screamed, and then another, and another until I myself started to scream at the sight of the red eyes that were staring at us from the trees. We all jumped into the car and as we were jumping into the cars we heard the howel once more. This time we just screamed more intensly and the cars all sped away, I never looked back. One of my guy friends said he looked back and saw a horse figure, and the red eyes were still there. Another friend in a seperate car saw the exact same thing. The area where I grew up is known for being very creepy. I have many stories to share, I hope you will enjoy them.

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I'm a native american indian. I am from a reservation in Nebraska. My stories have a lot to do with the Native american beliefs. This story has to do with a ceremony for the dead called a peyote meeting. When a loved one passed on, the native american people from my tribe have a ceremony for 4 days. On the third day there is a certain ceremony where the family members and a medicine man sing indian songs all night and pray for the deceased to make it to the other side. The songs are made just for this ceremony, so when you hear them you will know that a person has passed and they are helping the spirit. The sound of the singing is scary because of the weeping of women, and unfamilar sound of the language. When I was 14 my sister and her friends were out drinking and i had the privlige of driving them around. The area is so small so there aren't very many places to sit without being caught by the police. (in case you haven't noticed, there is nothing else to do where I grew up and the choice for fun is partying.)So we picked this bridge to sit and talk. As we were on this bridge we faintly heard the sound of a peyote meeting. We all knew the area and were trying to figure out where the meeting was being held. Nobody could come up with anything. The singing came from a forest near by. The forest had not been occpuied by anyone. The singing then got a lot louder and seemed to be moving closer to us. We finally got scared snough to get out of there. As we drove around and continued to look for another place to sit, we found nothing. We decided to go back. Whatever/whoever was singing would be gone by then, we hoped. As we pulled up we listened for the singing. We heard nothing, so we got out and continued to be loud with laughter. after 5 minutes we heard the singing again! This time is was at the edge of the forest and was getting louder. We hurried back out of there. (We later consulted a medicine man and he told us the spirits were warning us of something bad coming and we shouldn't have been scared of it, nor should we have been anywhere near that place. Only he knows, none of us had the guts to ask why) Early that morning we were all in a minor car wreck. My sister had lost her baby in the wreck, she had been driving.

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You're a Native American Indian?!? (sorry, thinks it's very cool) There is Native American on both sides of my family and I'm trying to do a family tree so I can learn more. I have an aunt that did a family tree and she got copies of the papers showing where my grandmother was born on a reservation but she won't let anyone see it(no one knows why). Since I found out about relatives being Native American I've tried to learn everything I can about the heritage. (Sorry if I sound mentally unbalanced but I got a little over excited lol)



I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, there I closed my eyes in langorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart-Bram Stoker