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[SpottedCrow]

I think Chupacabra, Jersey Devil, Bigfoot/Sasquatch/Yeti, and Mothman are real. They might be transdimensional entities.
I saw National Treasure. I loved it!!! I can't believe they're making a sequel.

A part of it was filmed in Philly and I heard a person on a tour saying that it was filmed in this graveyard we had just walked by...and my batteries were dead in the camera.

On a Mother's Day when DS was 3 or 4, he woke us up screaming...He said a lady came through his wall and was looking at him...Of course, DH said he had a nightmare, but I don't think so...

 

[wegotchickens]

I believe in ghosts.
When we moved to the farm in GA, the house we moved into was really old. An earlier house on the same site previous to our house was used as a Civil War hospital. Our house was pretty old (almost 100 years), and there was definitely 'something there'. My brother and I called her Polly Poltergeist.

The sleep paralysis thing was experienced many times, but a friend and I experienced it at the same time when she spent the night. We also felt freezing air move over us, in an un-airconditioned house (used an attic fan, and it was almost summer). I was used to the paralysis/ freezing air thing, but Robin was pretty freaked out. She never would spend the night again and nobody else wanted to, either, after hearing the stories.

I sleep-walk, and fell down the stairs one night. As I laid there I heard the sound of me falling over and over and over again. My brother heard the noise, but thought I was goofing off since it made so much noise...

I awoke from a nightmare one night and was pretty freaked out. The paralysis/ cold thing happened and then my radio turned on and was playing my favorite song. That's when I decided Polly was a good ghost.

My brother and I both felt our ghost was a she because he had a dream about a woman dressed in gray that talked to him one night. I never got to see her face, but saw a form in dreams and definitely felt like she 'rescued' me in a dream as an adult.

We never did any research on the house, but knew the area had a rich Civil War history. Another house down the road that was used as a hospital during that time also, and it also has hauntings.

 

[cknmom]

When I was 4-6 yrs.old I lived in Denver CO. I slept in the front bedroom, my parent slept in the living room, my sister and brother in rooms off of the kitchen. I would wake up in the middle of the night almost every night and I would hear loud sounds just like in a saloon in the old west! I would hear the piano player, laughter, cards being shuffled, talking, glasses/bottles clinking, singing etc. I would get up and quietly walk past my sleeping parents towards the sounds. As I walked they would get louder and clearer, so much that I could understand what they were saying, I could even smell tobacco smoke and smell alcohol! I would walk up to our kitchen doorway and it sounded as if I was in the middle of the saloon. I would put one foot into the kitchen and it would all stop instantly!!! This happened almost every night until we moved. Of course no one believed me THEN. I was just dreaming they said.

When my children were little , we lived in this duplex near the beach in CA. We had a cat that would be walking, stop then all of a sudden she would leap straight up into the air about 5'! Things would disappear then reappear elsewhere months later. Doors would open and close on their own. When a door opend from outside by itself, I would say " If you are nice you may enter and stay, If your mean go away."

When my children were teenagers, we lived in our first home we owned, also by the beach. I would get strong smells of purfume wafting through the house as I would clean, as if it was following me. Sometimes when I was in the office writing, I would think that someone was at the door watching me, I would look and think for a fleeting moment that I saw someone. I would get up and look ,but nothing. I would think that I saw someone walking into another room, but no one was there. I would be doing dishes at the sink and would hear from behind me loudly"What are you doing!!!" I would think that my boyfriend had come home early from work. I'd turn around and no one was there. One halloween, my boyfriend and I were going to go to a costume party. We were getting ready,when we both were getting very wierd feeling in the house(I had been all day). I went to get dressed, came out halfway through to tell him something and he was asleep! It was 6:30pm! I got him to bed, locked up the house and crawled into bed real close to him and watched comadieson tv. The feeling was very eerie and ominous. I haven't ever felt anything even clost to that. In the morning, everything was fine.

Now we are married and live in the mountains in a house that no one has lived in. The only thing that has happend so far is smelling strong purfume or tobacco smoke. Once I did hear someone from behind me say "What are you doing" and no one was there. So maybe I have the same ghosts following me??

Monica

 

[mdbucks]

I live in an old house 1700's and next to a cemetary. quite often I will be laying in bed and i will feel a COLD chill move across the room . Then I realize its just my wife coming to bed. We did have a clicking in the wall at all times of night, if you made any type of noise it would stop. Turns out we had a squirel living above our bathroom. We gave him some special food and the noises stopped.

 

[mom'sfolly]

My favorite ghost story/sasquatch story is called "The Strangest Story Ever Told" by somebody Culp. It is published in pamphlet form somewhere in SE Alaska. The story, suppositibly true, is set during the goldrush time involves prospectors running in to horrible half human beasts. It's a good, short, creepy read. The miners find lots of gold, but can't recover it due to monsters.

I grew up in an area with plenty of bigfoot stories; and have had several reliable people recount encounters with them. The local natives, Tlingets, have stories of a half human, half otter beast called Kush da Kah. This was the only monster I was afraid of as a child. The people I know recounted seeing these creatures. As an adult, I think half-man/half ape and half man/half otter aren't that far apart as far as descritptions go. So, Kush da Kah, sasquatch, bigfoot, whatever you call it seems quite plausable to me. And weird noises in the north woods can still creep me out.

Karen

 

[joanm]

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[countrygirl4513]

Since ya'll are on this ghost kick, I've got one. This happened to me and my DH.
17 years ago we bought a brand new house trailer, (split floor plan)and put it on my 5 acres,we lived in it for 10 years. During this time was when we had our 2 sons they were around 4 and 6 yrs old at this time.
It was exactly midnight,( the way the trailer was laid out from our bedroom you could see straight through the kitchen and living room, down the hall to the boys rooms, just by sitting in our bed)
As I said, midnight, we both were awakened,(by what we don't know, there was no noise etc) sat up in bed, the both of us looked down the hall to the boys rooms and saw a small child all in white, it walked from one bedroom to the other. It wasn't like looking at a mortal child, we couldn't see it's face, only the outline of the figure itself. We both turned and looked at each other and asked "did you see what I just saw?"
Scared the snot out of us, we dismissed the whole thing and went back to sleep. The next day we realized what we had seen.
After that we never saw it again as a couple, but I saw it quite a bit, out of the corner of my eye, walking from room to room.
We have told this to many others and they think we are crazy and lying. But I swear it is the truth. I never believed in spirits till that happened.
I've got another one that happened to me at work. But I'll let you chew on this one for the moment.

 

[ivan3]

Spotted Crow wrote:

I'm so old that I remember when Game Shows ruled the afternoons and Jack Narz' Beat the Clock was on around supper time.

Close ups of Groucho's expression when his contestants would hit the inevitable idiot bump. Ernie Kovacs and troupe serving up more polished absurdities all black and white and streaming into a nearly empty bucket of self evolving into an infatuation with his widow, Edie Adams, hawking Muriel Cigars to the music of Cy Coleman and my playing the 45 of Peggy Lee's cover of `Hey Big Spender' on the RCA turntable until my ma hid the record, though I kept worrying that Fidel would kidnap Miss Adams. So, yeah, cut me in half, count the rings, don't bother x'ing out the knots - degrade the warped board footage into bags of chips and spread `em in the coop. Rig up an old Zenith in the rafters and entertain the girls with a Ray Harryhausen festival so's all the snarling rubbery clay beasts and baddies scare off the predators and, Art, I'll take infinity for $100…

Maybe just a gram of Aspirin and a little phenylbutazone (they dope horses don't they?) to mediate all this calcification and allow me to open up in the back stretch leading the field into the `good old days' when gas was twenty-five cents a gallon and a fill up earned the pumper eight leaded glass tumblers and my brothers and I could ride our bikes a couple blocks past all the pastel stucco and oleanders to the Monkey's Hideout bar on Highland Ave. in San Berdoo on the last Friday of the month where we'd make sure our neighbor, Charlie, a locomotive engineer long retired from the Union Pacific, wouldn't lose his way going home while weaving slurred visions of his past for us `yeah, boys' the `rounder' who, on a `leg' over the Sierra Nevada, in the dead of winter, froze solid still gripping a handle in one of the cars `imagine, boys' hack sawed at the wrists and laid out atop a crate of bearings where he clattered along, unhanded and sightless, with the wheels, while awaiting the thaw in thicker air…

His wife always gave us a dime out of gratitude, as Charlie would follow us and not wander off to a more florid establishment with denizens greedy for the remains of his pension check. And, Leefa, his wife, disgusted with Charlie's indiscriminate imbibing, consulted a psychic who, she excitedly confided in my mother, read entrails, crystal ball, or maybe her navel, and confidently predicted Charlie would die in the spring. My mother, a very practical woman whose only chiffon was sewn on her Singer, asked Leefa if the psychic had included a year as well as a season…

The last time I saw Charlie he was being carried, screaming, dentures in the grass, from his house by the boys in blue. Apparently he had sobered sufficiently to become aggravated by his Gallo loot being doled out by she who wished to switch him onto the very last abandoned siding, and had punched her out, menacing the arriving officers with a hacksaw …

He left the station and disappeared into the marshalling yard of lost souls at Patton State Hospital. Leefa died, of an infection, from the bite of one of the Black Widows that grew fat and glabrous on tiny fry under the ledge of Charlie's goldfish pond. The lily padded death trap was adjacent to the ramshackle little greenhouse in the backyard where Charlie had been exiled and we had, as his guests, sat listening to fevered reports, from a pirate station in Mexico, detailing the nefarious activities of several divisions of The People's Army that, having debarked from a fleet of ChiCom subs, had formed up and were racing across the Baja to sack and pillage the Greater Southwest.
But I wouldn't listen to Chuck's old glowing-tube Hallicrafter for long as I believed I'd hear the screams of Miss Adams being transmitted as beeps from some Sputnik or other as I just knew Fidel would kidnap her and force her to hawk his Havana Stogies, all the while conspiring with his Maoist buddies to force me onto diet of cane sugar and rice…

When our folks would haul us out into the desert proper, along the Colorado river, where my ma would hand feed the Chuckwallas shreds of lettuce from her sandwich before they'd scurry into the water, ballooning up their bodies with air, floating south with the current, I just KNEW the mess kits of the `Yellow Horde' would be brimming with lizard that very day…

Thank goodness, for Soupy Sales and the Stooges (they always made sense!) and that Castro never succeeded in rubbing his commie beard over Miss Adams' furs…

Now, Get Off My Lawn or get a pie in the face
(J'accuse Spotted Crow! - `Thanx, for the reverie' - though not much has changed - was sent out of the house to hunt down Purple People Eaters in the Crepe Myrtles - and never did go back in)... Sometimes I think our current neighbors might be trying to broadcast but, alas, they're too laid back to bother...

 

[joanm]

I have one that happened to my brother and his family. My brother and his wife have two boys. They bought my uncles house where my uncle and aunt raised their two boys. Shortly after they bought the house my aunt died of a brain tumor. The first few months, on several occasions, at night they have seen her walking through the house - they describe it like she was searching for something. After those few times, they didn't see her again and they still live in that house. I don't really find that creepy, I just believe she went back to visit the place where she and her family were happy.

 

[wendy]

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wow! that is creepy, and this was a brand new house!
off that subject, you changed your avatar didn't you?
yours always catches my eye because of the stuck like hair in a biscuit, i love that!!!