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Submitted by Snark << snarkk.at.gmail.com (View user info) at 2004-09-24 17:32:14 EDT
Booga Booga
I don't know if this is a ghost story or simply a collection of coincidences and misconstrued phenomena.
Most of what happened didn't happen to me. It comes third person from my ex wife, my four year old daughter and my 7 year old son.
There was a time not too long ago where I would have written it all off to nerves or perhaps preconceived notions of what, things we don't have an immediate explanation for, must be.
I'm still naturally cynical about much of it, the rest I just don't know.
I do know what I saw though. It was as undeniable real... so completely inescapably real it turned a hardcore skeptic into a believer.
Let's go back to the start.
Me and my soon to be Ex wife were in the midst of the happiest time of our lives. We weren't married yet, so our love was young and blissfully ignorant of the future. Once in awhile we had sex and some of it was almost good. It was 1998 and we had gratefully moved into a small house overlooking a rolling green pasture and river a little ways out of the Gas Station known as Vanderhoof B.C. Canada.
My work was there so I was there... that's all I have to say about that... except that Mormans and Menonites scare me and excite me at the same time. Something about those little scarves the women wear on their heads...
The place we had lived in prior to moving was a dirty smelly cigarette smoke damaged house where our creepy old landlord lived above the garage. He was the kind of dude that could say "I'm going to rape your cat and sneak the goo into your breakfast" simply by smiling.
But this story isn't about Schlongy.
Shortly after moving into our new love nest shit started happening, most noticeably the front door. We just couldn't keep the deadbolt locked. Twice a week we would get up and take turns blaming each other for not locking the door. Finally one night I made a big show of locking the deadbolt to assuage my wife's fears. She had already decided we were haunted. She'd always been more susceptible to believing that kind of thing... something to do with a haunted basement when she was a kid.
The next morning we got up and the door was unlocked.
I think I looked at her wide eyes and said "Hmm... must have forgot to lock it last night" then went and made breakfast.
Nice guy, not to bright.
As time went on other small things began to happen. The light switch in our living room would switch on and off and occasionally we would catch the dog staring cock-headed at something only he could see.
OK dogs do that.
So do I.
Aside from that nothing much else happened there. Except later that winter when my son swore he saw a man looking at him through the window. I went outside and found nothing. The snow outside was devoid of tracks and for a second I was alarmed but then I realized he shares my genetics and passed it off as family insanity.
Fast forward about 3 years. Me and the woman I will now refer to as "Plaintiff" had since been married and separated then rejoined out of shared masochism. Our daughter Hali, was around 3 and we were living in a basement suite somewhere in Langley BC.
I dunno it's all kind of a nightmarish blur. Like being the victim of a year long blanket party. You don't know exactly what's happening but you sure as shit can tell that something is beating the hell out of you.
God bless marriage.
I'm not really this bitter.
AHAHAHAHAAAHAAHA!
Anyways.
We'd been living there about three months and Heidi has been complaining off and on about hearing footsteps in the hall. Being a natural skeptic and dumbass, I hadn't really listened to her.
Then one night I saw her.
I was lying in bed wondering if I was ever going to have sex with anyone but myself again when I turned my head to come face to face with a woman floating on the ceiling. She had long brown hair and wore a long white dress much like an old fashioned nightgown. She was moving in slow motion like someone under water, smiling and waving at Plaintiff.
The vision of the lady above me is burnt into my mind. If I close my eyes I can see her as clearly as I did that night. I could make out the folds on her dress the strands in her hair, the wrinkles in the palms of her hands. She looked solid to me. Not the usual ephemeral ghostly vision you see in movies but for some reason her facial features were blurred. I could see the smile but I couldn't describe her face for the life of me except to say it was probably relatively attractive.
For some reason I can't remember I had gone to bed with my contacts in that night.
Right... so I looked up at her for a moment while what I was seeing slowly made it's way through the dumbass barrier of my mind then sat up straight and yelled "Holy Shit!"
The figure on the ceiling faded out. She didn't blink out and she didn't react to me. She just perfectly faded out. It was a better special effect than I have ever seen in a movie.
Plaintiff turned towards me with a start and asked what I saw. I told her about it but left out the fact that the apparition's attention seemed to be pointing at her. I saved that little gem to use on her later when I felt like freaking her out.
What?
I have had people tell me about encounters they've had. Most of them have told me that what they saw wasn't so scary as the feeling of dread that accompanied it. It's like what they saw radiated the feeling.
This was not the case with me. After it faded I was left with a kind of warm calm, almost peaceful. In fact I went to sleep around fifteen minutes later (Plaintiff was up the rest of the night).Sure I didn't react calmly but my actions weren't the result of fright. I yelled out of surprise more than anything. For me, at that moment, the words "Holy Shit" might as well have equaled "Oh my fucking god, this stuff is real!" It was a spontaneous verbal confirmation that a huge part of my personal belief system had just been prison sexed to death.
I never saw anything in the suite again after that but my daughter reported a woman singing to her on several occasions and a man standing over her bed.
The footsteps in the hallway continued, and I began to hear them too.
Fast forward two months.
Some bitch in a red 79 camaro almost runs me over.
I hate that bitch.
The same day I stub my toe and make up the word "Gunkfuckingchilibitch"
Fast forward a year.
Me and plaintiff had split up for the last time. She kept the place in Langley and I moved into a small one bedroom penthouse apartment In New Westminster which was closer to work and the pub. It had been a long time since our house in Vanderhoof and I had mostly put it out of my mind. I was still on speaking terms with Plaintiff (most of the time) so I would receive emails from her at work once in awhile updating me on her experiences in the suite. Someone touching her arm and elbow at night etc.
Whatever.
Nothing much had happened to me in my new place and by nothing much I mean, of course, that I'm a dumbass.
Here's a phone conversation that should serve as a good example.
Me: So what else is new?
Some guy: I was thinking of getting a tattoo bro.
Me: Hold on a second...
*Momentary Silence*
Me: Sorry apartment door popped open.
Some guy: So should I get a tat?
Me: Hold on a second..
*Momentary silence*
Me: Sorry apartment door popped open.
Some guy: Dude didn't you just close it?
Me: Yeah I must have forgot to lock the deadbolt.
Some guy: Anyway about the Tat...
Me: Yeah I was talking to your girlfriend and she says you should get one on your penis of a bigger penis.
Nice guy, not to bright.
Fast forward to a month ago.
I was lying in bed wondering if I was ever going to have sex with anyone but myself again, when suddenly I felt someone get into bed beside me. I turned and there was no one there (go figure). Once again I wasn't particularly concerned. As usual there was no threat in the air. I was startled of course but unafraid.
Nothing I have run into concerning this shit has scared me yet.
Not until last weekend.
Last weekend my daughter stayed with me as she often does. That evening she passed out on my lap watching a movie and I carried her to bed like I always do. I was tired myself and passed out within a couple of minutes of crawling into bed beside her. At around two in the morning I was awakened (probably by the pitter patter of her feet) to find myself alone. From the position of my bed in my room I could see out the door into the hall that runs between the front door and bathroom to the kitchen and living room. I looked up in time to see a little shadow run down the hall.
"Hali"
My daughter zipped by the door again heading in the other direction.
"Kiddo? What are you doing?"
Once again she ran by in the opposite direction. I got up and went to her in the hall. She was obviously very confused and didn't know where she was. I asked her what she was doing but she couldn't answer me so I brought her back into the bedroom and put her into my bed. I asked her again what she was doing and if she had got up to go to the bathroom. She looked at me with the far away eyes of a sleepwalker and said "No"
I got the sneaking suspicion all parents get when there 4 year old is spotted near the bathroom and checked her butt for wetness. It was soaked. I checked it further... Ok I smelled it... how else to you check for pee?
It wasn't pee.
"How did you get your butt all wet kiddo?"
"I sat down"
"Where?"
No answer. She just laid there and stared at me with her big beautiful eyes without seeing me. I got her up and began to change her then realized I had left her bag in the living room. I quickly went to get it and happened to glance at the patio door and stopped in surprise to find it open. The patio door that is too heavy for her to open without my help. The patio door that she doesn't know how to unlock.
It had rained during the night and the patio was soaking wet.
That shit fucking terrified me.
Visions of waking up to find my daughter splattered on the cement twenty stories below flooded my mind.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep the rest of the evening and have taken steps to ensure the door cannot be opened by her.
The danger to my daughter that night scares me but here's what really freaks me out. How did a sleepwalking child run around my place then unlock a door she doesn't know how to unlock, open a door she is to weak to open, then go outside into the cold night air sit in cold water and run around my apartment some more without waking up?
She has only sleep walked once before this to my knowledge and it was nothing more than a few feet before going back to bed.
Was she just sleepwalking?
Was something else going on?
Fucked if I know and I probably never will.
Maybe this is all just a bunch of weird coincidences spliced together by my mind to form an inaccurate picture of what happened. I used to be a skeptic so I'm open to that possibility.
Then again maybe it's something else.
I just don't know.
Two things I do know:
1 - I saw the lady floating above my bed. I wish I hadn't but I know I did.
2 - If some ghostly bitch fucks with my daughter I'll shove Bill Murray and Dan Acroyd so far up her ass she'll need Ghost Buster Busters to get them out.
Is this story Shenanigans?
Would you believe me if I said it's not?
Well it's not. Believe what you want.
Here endeth the story.
Cheers
User Reviews
Submitted by MistressFist (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:47:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I believe you, and if you are serious about getting this shit away from your daughter, you'll sage the crap out of your house (buy a dried sage stick and light it), and say a prayer to the closest dead ancestor you have (the one you are most fond of), and ask them to protect your daughter. Finally, each night before you put her to sleep, imagine a white bubble around her and her bed. Really visualize it. If you want more suggestions, email me at mistressfist.at.gmail.com. All of this might sound rather silly to you, but trust me, this will help.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:39:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"But this story isn't about Schlongy"
You had me there
Submitted by sheckynecky (user info) at 2005-12-23 09:15:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
wow, hope that all works out with your daughter.
Life is so strange. What is going on around here anyway? What in the hell is really going on around here? My personal philosophy, nobody fucking knows, you're already in the club, no need to join.
Submitted by Spacey (user info) at 2005-12-23 08:13:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"I'm going to rape your cat and sneak the goo into your breakfast" tee hee hee.
We have a ghost in our house, I've seen someone walk through the bedroom at night and she strokes my hair while I sleep. It doesn't bother me, there's no threat. My Gran is a psychic medium, she told me that if ever you do feel threatend you need to tell them you can't help and they should leave...I don't know if it works...sounds like a pile of crap to me, but it might be worth a go!
Submitted by ozzy (user info) at 2005-12-23 07:46:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-22 14:45:29 (#)
Ranking: 0
Not that anyone will ever read this review, but here's an update to the story.
My daughter now refuses to spend the night at my place. Plaintiff took her to a counsellor and the topic of my place came up. I can't find out exactly what my daughter told her, but it was enough to convine her there is definitely something weird going on in my apartment.
Two days ago I sat on my chair and watched the handle to my front door turn. I got up and threw it open and the hall was empty.
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Cool story, and sounds like there's some freaky shit happening at your place.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me, though.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2005-06-22 14:45:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Not that anyone will ever read this review, but here's an update to the story.
My daughter now refuses to spend the night at my place. Plaintiff took her to a counsellor and the topic of my place came up. I can't find out exactly what my daughter told her, but it was enough to convine her there is definitely something weird going on in my apartment.
Two days ago I sat on my chair and watched the handle to my front door turn. I got up and threw it open and the hall was empty.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-03-29 00:11:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh man. Way to get me freaked out, and I'm sitting in my room in broad daylight.
On a lighter note, one of the most ridiculous ghost stories I've heard was from a kid who went to my highschool, which went as following:
"My dog will always bark at the door when the doorbell is pushed, but this one time he barked at the door, there was noone there, and the doorbell hadn't even been pushed."
Submitted by Scarlett13 (user info) at 2004-12-10 07:06:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-12-10 06:29:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This one is a stand out.
Awesome.
Submitted by Jo_of_the_golden_P (user info) at 2004-11-29 21:38:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-25 16:03:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow circe.. that's freaky!!
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-25 15:18:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-25 02:23:57 (#)
Ranking: 2
I have that beat. When the twins were babies - well, smaller babies - I would put them beside each other on the rug and tickle them, as diaper commercials tell me I should. (Everything I know about parenting, I learned from Huggies.) Their eyes would lock on the same patch of nothing and follow it around the room. Both of them. Looking. At. The. Same. Thing.
And then they both laughed.
________________________________
They were staring at the ghost in that damn toy you can't keep quiet.
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-09-25 08:05:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"It was a spontaneous verbal confirmation that a huge part of my personal belief system had just been prison sexed to death."
Perfect.
Oh, and Circe... that's fucking creepy.
Weird shit happened to me in the house I grew up in. It had a lot of history behind it, being a 100+ year old colonial home in Boston. Not to mention the fact that there was a fire in the house long before my mother bought it in which a whole family may have perished. My room was on the 3rd floor and the bathroom was on the 2nd floor. Whenever I had to go to the bathroom I would experience enexplicable blinding terror as if a horror unknown to man was chasing me. I would immediately sprint to the bathroom, relieve myself, and sprint back to my room jumping into my bed from roughly the doorway. I was so scared to go to the bathroom some nights that I would climb out on the fire escape and pee off it down into the back yard.
Once when I was a baby, my sister came into the room to see me and another baby in my crib. Curious, my sister went to my mother and asked who my little friend was. When my mom asked her what the hell she was talking about, Stephanie told her there was another baby in the crib with me and we were giggling and playing together (as babies do). Mom then tells my sister that there is no one in the crib with me and they both run into the next room, where I am, to check on me. When they came in, I was sleeping peacefully... alone... in my crib.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-09-25 02:23:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:04:21 (#)
Ranking: 2
ever had a cat? ever had a cat stare at the corner and it's eyes follow something
that is not there?
fuckin freaky!
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I have that beat. When the twins were babies - well, smaller babies - I would put them beside each other on the rug and tickle them, as diaper commercials tell me I should. (Everything I know about parenting, I learned from Huggies.) Their eyes would lock on the same patch of nothing and follow it around the room. Both of them. Looking. At. The. Same. Thing.
And then they both laughed.
Submitted by tlovess (user info) at 2004-09-24 21:37:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I completely believe this stuff can happen. Some odd things happened to me after my mom died, and we were very close. It scared me a bit at first, but I realized that is was my mom. Why would she hurt me? Perhaps you should tell whomever it is that is bothering you to just stoppit. My aunt did, and nothing odd like that ever happened to her again. Maybe the spectors keep stopping by b/c they know you will see them, when others may not. Who knows. Next time you see something, try talking calmly to it. Most of us would not want to be greated by, "Holy shit!" (I understand your fright). I want to know more. Write more!
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:58:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
This was a pretty interesting bit of writing.
The whole haunting thing is taken really seriously over here in Japan. One of our factories was suspected of being haunted, so our company forked over a ton of cash to get a 'professional' exorcist to get rid of the ghost.
There have been no reported sightings of it since (of course, if I was a ghost, I wouldn't be caught dead hanging out in a factory in Nagoya myself...)
While I am commenting, I'm going to be a pedantic asshole and ask you to run a spellcheck on your posts.
Submitted by Lyric (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:35:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Crikey.
Submitted by Istaros (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:22:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Check out biteycastle.com
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:10:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You've got me totally freaked out. Hopefully I'll forget this story by the time I get home tonight. I am a skeptic as well, but have this irrational fear of running into a ghost, thereby putting all my ideas to shame (I think you had a much better prison sex euphomism).
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-24 20:04:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ever had a cat? ever had a cat stare at the corner and it's eyes follow something
that is not there?
fuckin freaky!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:52:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
trying to google "majegorie" and "lady of fatima"
can't find the damn link... maybe when i am more sober...
Submitted by Luckystar (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:49:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
More stories NOW!!!!
Give us even more chills than you have in the past 3 weeks!!
Submitted by ALINA <alina_allenbach.at.yahoo.com> at 2004-09-24 19:15:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That was awesome!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:13:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Munkey,
Your review hit me in a couple of spots.
My father is on his last legs from a life time of fighting MS. He tried everything from Snake Oil to Science but never found the miracle your loved one did, but hey, you never know. He's not dead yet.
I was as much a skeptic as your father. I really had put most of this out of my mind until last weekend but now I find myself reviewing my entire belief system.
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:11:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oooooh, I love ghost stories! I'm scared to death of the supernatural.
Good show.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:09:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
geez.. i am so sorry to take up so much space... i have been drinking heavily and it just
kinda... came out...
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-09-24 19:08:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow. I love your writing style!
I am the oldest of 4 kids - 2 girls, 2 boys - 2 bedrooms in the finished basement each
running the legnth of the house with the stairwell and a bathroom between them.
I was in the bathroom once and heard voices coming from my brothers' room. clear as day.
A guy and a girl arguing. I thought it strange... they sounded older. I go upstairs to my
mom and ask if my brothers had anyone over. She said they weren't home. I explained what I had
heard... we went down.. the room was empty. Several times in the next year my brothers
would tell my mom that someone would talk to them or yank on their legs while they slept.
I don't understand.. if that had happened to me I would have run screaming from the house never to return...
okay also strange (long story short) - my aunt (who is barely 40) was dying of Multiple
Sclerosis. She was to the point where she didn't have much longer. a few years ago she went on a "pilgrimage" to see the lady of majegorie (sp?) which is like a place where people
have claimed to see the virgin mary. well... to this day, swear to fucking god (sorry god), she no longer has MS. SHe no longer has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and no longer needs
the glasses she had used her whole life. Her doctor told her that there is no evidence that she had ever had MS.
oh, that and my father... who was a scientist and who doesnt believe in god, ghosts, or
anything, confided in his closest sister that one night he woke up and there was a man standing
at the end of the bed. The man told him that he had a reason to go on ( my dad battles constant depression), and it will be evident soon enough. He said he was definitely awake because
as he vaished my mom walked in to the bedroom and asked why my dad was awake.
Coming from anyone one else and I'd forget it the next day... coming from my dad...?
The biggest skeptic out there.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:55:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Valcosa,
I made that up myself but I'm sure it's been used before.
There's nothing new under the sun. Cliche's are fun.
Submitted by Valacosa (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:42:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Yeah I was talking to your girlfriend and she says you should get one on your penis of a bigger penis." - Sounds like what would be an old joke, but *I* haven't heard it before.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:36:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fucking awesome writing. I had an experience once. I was asleep in bed when i felt something come into my room, it kind of lifted me up slowly, almost dragging me up against the wall until i was sat up. It wasn't scary it just kind of held me there then let me down again.
Hate to linkwhore but you've been reading this so I thought I'd give you the link to the conclusion.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/46017
Submitted by Aphrodites (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:17:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love your writing...extremely well written
Submitted by xena <clovis> at 2004-09-24 18:11:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Being a natural skeptic and dumbass" I had to point out this phrase....
in an odd sort of unwanting way, I believe you
Submitted by big_wigger (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:11:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by DamienX (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:11:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Kicker of ass in every way.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:07:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I totally believe in all that shit.
Far too many people "claim" to have
seen things to be lying.
Well good luck and keep those
ghosts away from your daughter.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:05:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Tigerlilly,
Thanks, we'll see what happens.
Dr Pres,
I actually left shit out of this to make it more believable.
You're more than entitled to your opinion of course.
Submitted by DrPresident (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:02:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Shenanigans.
Great story.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2004-09-24 18:00:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Man O Man this shit scares me. I totally believe you man.
When I was in college, years ago I went to see these
"Ghostbuster" people called The Warrens. They hunt
out ghosts and all sorts of spirts. Maybe you should
get in touch with them.
The hairs on my arms are now standing on end.
Freaky!!
http://www.ghostvillage.com/legends/warrens.htm
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-24 17:57:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I haven't run into a cold spot myself.
Not out of line at all.
I have two daughters 4 and 11 and a son 9
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-24 17:52:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The cold spots are creepier to me than the reflection was. I think it was because the cold spot was SO cold and so sudden. Like stepping on a sliver of ice after you make up a glass of tea.
How old are your kids?
Hope that isn't out of line.
Submitted by Tickle (user info) at 2004-09-24 17:50:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Your writing is terrific.
You told the story perfectly and added a touch of humour!
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-09-24 17:47:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Plaintiff has mentioned cold spots in the bathroom on many occasions.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-09-24 17:44:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There were strange happenings in the house I lived in about 10 years ago...lord, was it that long?
One night, I was headed to my room after the shower, and had my hair up in a towel turban (don't ask me why I remember that part). Anyhoo, my room was on the second story and the house had those 8 foot tall windows that had the old glass that rippled. It was dark out and my light was on, so I saw myself reflected in the window and a boy about my age (18 at the time) standing behind me looking right in my eyes in the reflection. Of course I jumped, turned around and no one was there, but when I looked again he was still standing there staring. Then he smiled, turned his head a little like he was listening to something and just sort of vanished. It wasn't as sudden as the word "vanish" implies.
I saw him a number of times, and I believe I felt him on many occasions in the form of cold areas in the upstairs and in my room.
I never felt threatened beyond the VERY large leap my heart took in to my throat the first time I saw him. It was strange.