Ghost Stories!
 

I looked and couldn't find a thread about this already, at least for the type of ghost stories I'm talking about. Not actual first hand encounters with the dead, but strange and scary stories you've heard. I've recently been trying to collect as many local ghost stories as I could, and its something I'm very interested in. But I'd like to hear things from outside Newfoundland, and share some of our stories as well. So please, share any ghost stories at all, whether you heard about it as a kid or read about it a few days ago. Can include anything supernatural, not necessarily ghosts. May be witches, fairies or vampires, who cares. The only rules are is that its not something you made up yourself and please try to avoid a common urban legend.

Probably my favourite ghost story that I like to tell people is about an actual criminal case that took place here in Newfoundland, in 1872. Patrick Morrissey of Harbour's Grace swore under oath that he came face to face with the ghost of a murder victim.

On November 20, 1871 Patrick Geehan shot his wife and bludgeoned his brother in law (Garrett Sears) to death at the Geehan Farm in Harbour Grace. Johanna Hamilton helped Geehan hide the bodies and cover up the murders.

According to court records, Morrissey testified that he saw Sears several days after the murder took place and before murder had been suspected. He said "I saw the man coming down the road, his face was pale, he looked queer. I got frightened, I said to myself, let Garrett Sears be dead or alive, that is him." He saw the man walk down to the Geehan farm. "When I met Geehan the next day, I asked him if that was Sears who went into his house last night." Geehan's head dropped and he answered "Sears didn't go down the road last night....unless he went down dead."

What is also interesting is that when they found Sears's grave, his hand was reaching out of the ground.

I read that story in Beyond the Grave by Jack Fitzgerald.

I've heard a few things from family and friends through the years....would that help?

Yup! Just any anecdote you might have heard or read about.

My grandmother told me a story from when she was a little girl,it was about her mother and father,after my great granddad went out for a time on the town (think 1930'-40's) the only transport in those days were horses and mules (Very poor rural Eastern Kentucky)The only roads then were dirt and gravel ,but most of the time they traveled through the creeks.


The story goes that my great grand mother was busy trying to hold my Great grandfather (Who was reported to be drunk off his ass) on the Mule,they were cursing back and fourth when something jumped on the back of their mount and tried to pull them off,they began to pray,after after a half hour they felt the thing jump off ,the Mule broke like a bat out of hell for home,they got off the mule and put it in the barn,my Great granddad looked "Old Bill" over and found scratches on it's hind quarters,three deep gouges on each side.

Needless to say they didn't bother going out at night without a lantern or pistol.

A friend of mine told me a story that happened to him a few years ago.

When he was younger there was a room at school which was always locked and the kids used to tell the usual tales about monsters or undead pupils living there......

What was inside the room was concealed by old newspapers glued to the windows. Anyway, one day, as my friend was passing in front of the room, he saw light moving inside and rumbling sounds.

As the door was closed from the outside,noone could have entered there and locked himself in the room.

Looking through a hole in the paper covering the window, the guy saw that there really was someone who looked very pale and had the face of his dead grandfather..

GHOSTS AREN'T REAL. GHOST STORIES ARE CLICHÉ SUPERNATURAL BULLSHIT THAT MAKE NO SENSE.

Jeez.

People have called me crazy but I have had a close encounter with something that couldn't have been of this world, I try to keep an open mind while at the same time I do try to debunk some stuff as just over imagination,stress, or in my case massive head truma,which could explain what I saw and fought in the middle of the road.

You didn't see or fight anything in the middle of the road because ghosts are about as likely to exist as pixies.

If you notice I'm not holding up one point over the other,I mentioned that it could've been the result of my head smacking against a couple tons of steel,but I also can't say that it didn't happen,I just know what I saw.

Just because a story isn't true doesn't mean its not worth listening to. I don't take this stuff to be true myself, but I find it highly amusing, especially on nights when exchanging stories with friends and we all creep ourselves out. Its a part of folklore as well, at my university there's a whole course you can do about ghost stories. And its also the reason why I asked for second hand accounts, not first hand. There was a thread already I do believe for people who actually believe they came into contact with ghosts.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't be a party pooper :P

yeah, usually there is even a logical explanation. For instance the story my friend told to me (which i told you too) can be explained by the fact that the guy was young and under the shock of having seen his grandfather.......
and it's not because something doesn't exist you can't speak about it (i suppose you DO read fictions sometimes????)

Me and my roommate had a discussion today. She's normally not a superstitious person, so it was a big surprise to me. Anyway, around here people fear fairies. Mostly its the older people, so I'm surprised when I meet someone my age who believes in them. Its not something talked about a lot though because apparently if you talk about them, you attract them.

So my roommate tells me she's afraid there's fairies in our apartment, because this morning she searched her room high and low for her hairbrush, and couldn't find it. So she got out her tiny travel brush and started drying her hair, and when she was done she put the travel brush down, only to find the missing hair brush at her feet. Fairies were not a big thing in my community but she explained in her town that sort of thing happens a lot, things go missing suddenly and after you give up looking for them, you find them in places you KNOW they weren't before. Its blamed on fairies playing games with you. Of course since talking about them is taboo (Unless its a Tuesday for some reason?) she wouldn't elaborate further.

She also talked about another fear she had, of the White Lady. Now its a very very common story and a lot of different towns have their own White Lady. In mine it was that the White Lady was a bride who got stood up at the altar, so she jumped off a cliff, and they say you can see her ghost on the anniversary of her suicide. My roommate said that where she's from the White Lady's lover went away to war, and she'd look out to sea day after day waiting for him to come back, and he never did, so she jumped off. The reason she's afraid of her is because the story is if you are driving alone at night around that area, and you look in the rear view mirror, you'll see her sitting in the back seat of your car. She says she doesn't really believe in the story but she always got scared when she was driving alone at night, and too afraid to look in the rear view mirror. I don't really blame her there, I was once in a car at night around that area and its a creepy place, there's a big stretch of road that is really twisted and the woods seem to close in on you, and of course there's no street lights or anything.

We Need A Creepy Pasta Thread!!!

What do you know about the Creepy Pasta?!!! TELL ME.

If you want weird,check this out.

After my wreck happened on September 12th of 2005
(Third year is comming up) ,two other riders have been killed in that same section of road,personaly I think it was luck of the draw in my case,I wasn't wearing a helmet,nothing protective,just the clothes on my back,the other two were wearing helmets and riding gear,they died at the scene,and neither were going as fast.

After actually googling Creepy Pasta, I concur! *Going off now to look at Creepy Pasta websites*

Diana Ross.

The end.

Man, tonight was freaky. I was out with 8 people including my brother and a few friends. We went in our cars by this area that had old houses that were occupied since the 1800's. There was also a dock and bay nearby. Although my brothers friends family owns most of the property, something about it was unsettling.

We parked our cars and went outside and watched the lightning pass through the sky. There were boats nearby and two of the girls with us went near them, and one started to scream and said that she saw someone. So I started to freak out and kept looking around, there was no one. A few moments pass and we see lighting far off in the distance. By that same boat, I saw this big white thick line the size of a human flash by and then it went away.

I screamed and the next thing you know, everyone was running towards my car screaming, trying to get in. Two people ended up falling and while I was getting in my car, I lost my balance and grabbed on to my friends boob on accident (lol). After that, I couldn't stop panicking. Everyone seemed pretty calm afterwards, except me. So we eventually ended up leaving and went somewhere else. I don't know if that other girl and I were seeing things or not tonight, but it sure messed me up at the time lol.

Darn, I didn't read all the rules! *facepalm* I wanted to delete my post but it's too late. Sorry about that.

Saya, check out this web site. There are ghost stories from around the world, including American, Native American and Hawaiian ghost stories.

Have fun.

http://www.americanfolklore.net/spooky-stories.html

I'm not that fussy ^_^ I enjoyed reading it anyway.

And thanks Jaye Jang! I've been to this website before but haven't really looked that far into it.

Okay, I know I'm going to get dissed for this. So be it. Last year, at this time, I took my girl and a friend up to Silver City, which requires a 4-by (4-wheel drive). Silver City is a mountain 'ghost town' that is intact enough that some of the old street signs and street lights are still there. I posted the website, which contains a virtual tour.

http://www.historicsilvercityidaho.com/

If you look at the large white three-story building, that is the Idaho Hotel. It is over 180 years old and is full of really cool antiques. It contains a telegraph office and the local 'hoosegow', (holding cell for the jail in case the sheriff was out of town). Upstairs is the 'haunted room', where purportedly a shootout took place in the 1800's. You can still see blood spatters on the wallpaper. The lights reportedly go out by themselves in that room, as, allegedly, one of the hotel staff hanged herself there. This is on the third floor.

If you look at the pictures, our rooms were on the second floor overlooking the front porch, on the left.

Now, first of all, I don't believe in ghosts. I would like to think there is some scientific explanation for all of this. However...

Our story: We sat on the balcony overlooking the timeless Owyhee Mountains. We counted the stars, and found the Big Dipper and Polaris -- the north star. We listened to the cowpokes and local folks yipping it up in the saloon down the street. Then we went to bed. We slept on andiron beds that had been slept in by cowboys, dance hall girls and banditoes. The beds, of course, creaked. My girl and I curled up on the larger of the two beds, while 'bro' (one of our goth 'adoptees') slept in the other room on the smaller, creakier, bed.

My story: Around 2 a.m. I heard someone come into 'bro's' room and slam the door open, hard enough to make the walls rattle. I wondered why my daughter did not hear it and wake up, as it certainly woke me up. I wondered if 'bro' was okay. I got up to check. When I went into his room, he was gone, obviously in the bathroom. I thought about telling him to open and close the doors more quietly, so he did not wake the other guests up. I went back to bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard someone walking around in 'bro's' room. They were wearing hard-soled cowboy boots -- with spurs. (Cowboy boots have a distinctive sound, as the older ones had wooden soles). I remembered that 'bro' was wearing sneakers. I went back to see if one of the cowpokes had broken into 'bro's' room, with the intention of maybe stealing his wallet. There was no one there.....

My girl's story: The next morning, I awoke to the sunshine spilling in through ancient lace curtains. The sunlight played on the wallpaper. A light breeze from the window tousled my hair. I turned over. My girl was sitting stock still, shivering. I asked her if she was cold. She said, "What do you think? Heck yeah, I'm cold, after last night." I asked her what happened. She told me that at around 3 a.m. she had heard someone walking around in our room, in hard-soled shoes. Since she was wearing sandals and 'bro' wore sneakers, she thought it was me, as I was the only one of the three of us who wore boots. She sat up in bed to tell me to be quieter, so I did not wake up the other guests in the hotel. She looked over at my side of the bed and I was there -- fast asleep. That scared her. She concluded that one of the cowpokes must have broken into our room with the intention of stealing our wallets. Being a CSI (crime scene investigator), in training, she gamely resolved to confront the intruder. She stated, unequivocally, that when she got up she saw a woman standing at the end of the bed. The woman had her hair in a topknot, and she was wearing a Victorian-style dress and high-topped shoes. My girls states, emphatically, that what 'spooked' her was that she could see THROUGH the woman and out the window behind her. She dove back under the covers and hid under the pillows until the sun came up....

Bro's story: The next morning, after showering in the same showers used, conceivably, by our 'ghosts', we went down to the guest room and ate breakfast at the same log tables used by cowboys, 'greenhorns' (rookie cowboys) and 'redbones' (light-skinned Native Americans). We had the usual cowboy breakfast of flapjacks and hard tack bread. We told 'bro' about our 'adventures' and asked him if he had had anything happen in his room. ('Bro' is a computer programmer/social work major, and of a strictly scientific bent). Our scholarly bud had this to tell: At 2 a.m. he had gone down to the bathroom -- quietly --so as not to wake the other guests. He had then gone out onto the balcony for awhile, as he was having trouble sleeping on the creaky old bed. He finally went back to bed at about 2:30 a.m. At 3 a.m., he was awakened by someone walking around in our room. He thought it was me, as the person was WEARING HARD-SOLED SHOES. He started to get up and ask me to be quieter, so he could get back to sleep. He heard my girl get up and figured she would take care of it, so he went back to sleep. He told us he never heard any of the other noises, (i.e. the door slamming or the spurs jingling) -- but he clearly heard our 'Victorian intruder'....

I was told a pretty scary story tonight, and while it may not scare you, since I think we can agree that some stories require a very good story teller, I'd like to share it anyway.

So my friend Robert came over and we started talking about ghost stories. He tells me the only thing he's ever encountered was at a friends house. There was one particular room, the spare bedroom, that everyone was afraid to sleep in. So once while over at his friends house, they decided to play a prank on this other friend Andrew. Andrew is afraid of a toy clown they have, one that if you twists its nose its plays Pop Goes The Weasel. So they call Andrew, twists the clowns nose, Andrew freaks out, hangs up, they laugh, and they then lock the clown in the toy trunk then lock the door to the storage room.

That night when Robert was sleeping in the spare bedroom, he fell off the bed...When he hit the floor all he heard was Pop Goes The Weasel, and he looks over and there the clown is under his bed.

.....All I could think of when he was telling me this was Poltergeist. That EVIL clown doll!!!!

Jaye Jang, that was really spooky. I got kinda spooked just reading that. lol.

Aww, I would rather post about ghost stories that are imaginary...
My father happens to lecture about Cultural Studies and part of it is all to do with witch-burning, Scots gothic, etc.
I have lots on that.
As for real stories... zilch. I don't believe in ghosts.

So ur wit ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. Un anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded."
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

Uh oh, looks like someone posted under your account gothicus.

So ur lookin at ur forum nd u c a pst from gothicsmaxims nd its got bad grammar, so ur liek 'this can't be gothicusmaxims'.
THEN WHO WAS POST?

Lets cheer for copypasta .

Well basically I wanted this thread to be more to the idea of folklore, so if you know ghost stories that are happily public domain and you wish to put them up feel free ^_^ I personally have a hard time though finding decent ghost stories that are not first hand, not urban legends, and are not like what gothicus posted, and if you have stories like that I'd love to hear them.

My favourite ghost story is that of Oiwa, who was made famous by the kabuki play Yotsuya Kaidan. Oiwa was married to a ronin (a rogue samurai if you will) named Iemon, but her father accused Iemon of being a criminal and tried to seperate the two. Iemon murdered her father, and made it look like he was attacked by bandits. So Oiwa and Iemon got back together, and Oiwa had a baby. Oiwa got sick from giving birth, and Iemon began to resent her, they were poor and he had to work all day to support Oiwa. A rich girl from the Ito family fell head over heels in love with Iemon, and her father offered Iemon her hand in marriage if he managed to get rid of Oiwa. Iemon poisoned Oiwa, but instead of killing her the poison disfigured her face, her right eye swells and droops, and her hair began to fall out (on stage Oiwa will comb her hair, and a pile of hair will grow on the floor). Iemon leaves to marry the girl and tells his servant Takuetsu to **** Oiwa and then kill her. Takuetsu cannot bring himself to do this, and instead informs Oiwa of Iemon's betrayal. In the play, Oiwa tries to go to the Ito family household to stop the wedding, and Takuetsu tries to stop her, and she accidently cuts her throat open on a sword. However other accounts of the story has her dying of a broken heart, or commiting suicide. Iemon returns again, with a servant named Kohei who Iemon caught stealing medicine for Kohei's master. Iemon kills Kohei, and has his servants nail the bodies of Oiwa and Kohei on each side of the door, then they threw the crucified pair into the river. The idea of that was to link Oiwa and Kohei as lovers, so if found Iemon can say he caught them in an affair.

When he returns to the bride, Iemon saw Oiwa, and in trying to kill her he ended up killing his bride instead. Oiwa's ghost eventually led him to kill the entire Ito family. In fear, Iemon runs and tries to start again as a fisherman. In a scene of the play he fishes up the door and the bodies of Oiwa and Kohei come to life to reproach him. Iemon runs away again. Meanwhile, Kohei's ghost delivers the medicine he died for to his master, having saved his master Kohei no longer feels a vendetta and leaves for paradise. Oiwa's sister Osode also finds Oiwa's kimono and comb out of the river, and Takuetsu confesses to her what had happened. In the play Osode has her own drama which is long to explain so I'll just let you know she asks her husband Yomoshichi to kill Iemon and avenge Oiwa on her behalf.

The last scene has Iemon taking retreat in the mountains. He stays in a small monastery with his servant and his parents. Iemon has terrible visions of Oiwa, most famously by staring at a latern, which then takes on the likeness of her, he is only saved by monks entering the room. Oiwa, however, kills his servant and his parents, and Iemon once again runs. Out in the snow however he encounters Yomoshichi, who then cuts him down.

I can't find much info on it but apparently the play has a sort of Macbeth curse to it. Actors will mysteriously die before or after the performance, in film adaptations there's been numerous accidents on set including a director falling to his death. To avoid this actors will visit the grave of Oiwa and ask for her blessing. Also, if you visit her shrine she will grant you a wish, if you visit her grave just out of curiousity your right eye will swell with pain.

This still doesn't really fit in, but I'm feeling pompous.

The Ballad of Tam-Lin

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh
But they leave him a wad,
Either their rings, or green mantles,
Or else their maidenhead.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she's awa to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

When she came to carterhaugh
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.

She had na pu'd a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till upon then started young Tam Lin,
Says, Lady, thou's pu nae mae.

Why pu's thou the rose, Janet,
And why breaks thou the wand?
Or why comes thou to Carterhaugh
Withoutten my command?

"Carterhaugh, it is my own,
My daddy gave it me,
I'll come and gang by Carterhaugh,
And ask nae leave at thee."

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she is to her father's ha,
As fast as she can hie.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the ba,
And out then came the fair Janet,
The flower among them a'.

Four and twenty ladies fair
Were playing at the chess,
And out then came the fair Janet,
As green as onie glass.

Out then spake an auld grey knight,
Lay oer the castle wa,
And says, Alas, fair Janet, for thee,
But we'll be blamed a'.

"Haud your tongue, ye auld fac'd knight,
Some ill death may ye die!
Father my bairn on whom I will,
I'll father none on thee."

Out then spak her father dear,
And he spak meek and mild,
"And ever alas, sweet Janet," he says,
"I think thou gaest wi child."

"If that I gae wi child, father,
Mysel maun bear the blame,
There's neer a laird about your ha,
Shall get the bairn's name.

"If my love were an earthly knight,
As he's an elfin grey,
I wad na gie my ain true-love
For nae lord that ye hae.

"The steed that my true love rides on
Is lighter than the wind,
Wi siller he is shod before,
Wi burning gowd behind."

Janet has kilted her green kirtle
A little aboon her knee,
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree,
And she's awa to Carterhaugh
As fast as she can hie.

When she came to Carterhaugh,
Tam Lin was at the well,
And there she fand his steed standing,
But away was himsel.

She had na pu'd a double rose,
A rose but only twa,
Till up then started young Tam Lin,
Says, Lady, thou pu's nae mae.

"Why pu's thou the rose, Janet,
Amang the groves sae green,
And a' to kill the bonny babe
That we gat us between?"

"O tell me, tell me, Tam Lin," she says,
"For's sake that died on tree,
If eer ye was in holy chapel,
Or christendom did see?"

"Roxbrugh he was my grandfather,
Took me with him to bide
And ance it fell upon a day
That wae did me betide.

"And ance it fell upon a day
A cauld day and a snell,
When we were frae the hunting come,
That frae my horse I fell,
The Queen o' Fairies she caught me,
In yon green hill do dwell.

"And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years,
We pay a tiend to hell,
I am sae fair and fu o flesh,
I'm feard it be mysel.

"But the night is Halloween, lady,
The morn is Hallowday,
Then win me, win me, an ye will,
For weel I wat ye may.

"Just at the mirk and midnight hour
The fairy folk will ride,
And they that wad their true-love win,
At Miles Cross they maun bide."

"But how shall I thee ken, Tam Lin,
Or how my true-love know,
Amang sa mony unco knights,
The like I never saw?"

"O first let pass the black, lady,
And syne let pass the brown,
But quickly run to the milk-white steed,
Pu ye his rider down.

"For I'll ride on the milk-white steed,
And ay nearest the town,
Because I was an earthly knight
They gie me that renown.

"My right hand will be gloved, lady,
My left hand will be bare,
Cockt up shall my bonnet be,
And kaimed down shall my hair,
And thae's the takens I gie thee,
Nae doubt I will be there.

"They'll turn me in your arms, lady,
Into an esk and adder,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I am your bairn's father.

"They'll turn me to a bear sae grim,
And then a lion bold,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
And ye shall love your child.

"Again they'll turn me in your arms
To a red het gand of airn,
But hold me fast, and fear me not,
I'll do you nae harm.

"And last they'll turn me in your arms
Into the burning gleed,
Then throw me into well water,
O throw me in with speed.

"And then I'll be your ain true-love,
I'll turn a naked knight,
Then cover me wi your green mantle,
And hide me out o sight."

Gloomy, gloomy was the night,
And eerie was the way,
As fair Jenny in her green mantle
To Miles Cross she did gae.

At the mirk and midnight hour
She heard the bridles sing,
She was as glad at that
As any earthly thing.

First she let the black pass by,
And syne she let the brown,
But quickly she ran to the milk-white steed,
And pu'd the rider down.

Sae weel she minded what he did say,
And young Tam Lin did win,
Syne covered him wi her green mantle,
As blythe's a bird in spring

Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
Out of a bush o broom,
"Them that has gotten young Tam Lin
Has gotten a stately-groom."

Out then spak the Queen o Fairies,
And an angry woman was she,
"Shame betide her ill-far'd face,
And an ill death may she die,
For she's taen awa the bonniest knight
In a' my companie.

"But had I kend, Tam Lin," said she,
"What now this night I see,
I wad hae taen out thy twa grey een,
And put in twa een o tree."

http://www.tam-lin.org