when i was young i didn't believe in ghosts. Untill i was a ten year old. They say when i am mad or disoriented, the sky darkens and an eye like circle apears on my forehead. when i was 11, i saw ghosts and other Philippine mythical cratures. My friends also said i was not a human, that i was somehow a hybrid between a human and a something.

Story #1 Hey Guy's I got lots a stories that I'm just dying to Tell!. Please comment if you think the stories are fiction or fact. Also, Please don't tell anyone these stories after you read them. Although i wanna keep the reasoning to myself. ^_^ Enjoy, The creepy, the Ooky, and the everyday spooky!

Story #2 well, i can tell you allot of stories, that I've experienced, or people in my family have, My grandma told me lots. Here's One, But please don't retell these stories on other web's. My grandma used to attend a all- girl boarding school. And since is in old Europe , they did not have the money build actual washroom's. so they had outhouse's. Anyways the thing is, there was a rumor going around, that a girl in her class, was turning into a bat at night, since she always disappeared and often didn't come back till early morning. So she and the other girl's decide they would try to follow her to see what was really happening. So the bat- girl, without knowing bout my grandma following her, walked into the outhouse, and then, when she walked out, (the bat girl) she had a blue tail, and had glowing eye's. that convinced my grandma to retreat thinking she knew enough, and was scared. She never dared to talk to that girl again, and she decided that she would keep what she saw to herself, until she told my, mom, and then, my mom told me.

Story #3 when i was five we lived in our old house in GA. well i was lying in bed, wile everyone was down stairs, well i was wide awake but didn't feel like coming down. so i was just lying there when i herd someone coming so my basic instinct is to pretend I'm asleep. so i close my eyes and someone come in, they sit on the bed and place there hand on mine. I'm thinking its my mom, but i don't open my eyes, then after a few moments they get up and leave, they leave the door open. well i get curious and go down stairs, i find my mom cooking, so i ask if she had been to my room, she said no that she and everyone else had been down stairs. i still don't know who/what was in my room.

Story #4 we had just moved in to our new house in SC. i was sleeping in my room when i suddenly woke up. i look around an see these two glowing red eyes in my closet, now I'm only 5-6 so i jump up and run as fast as i can to my parents room only to find there door open and the two eyes staring back at me, i bolt for my room jump under the covers and don't come out until morning.

Story #5 ok i know i have a lot of stories but this is the last one, i was about 9-10 when i was sleeping in my room, when i woke up, so i started to watch tv, i was wide awake in a few min, so a hour went by and i was fine, when all of a sudden this ghostly hand reaches up from my floor and turns off my tv. i freak out but i cant move so i just sit there until morning.

Story #6 This is a TRUE experience that Alienman1000 had. Very interesting poltergeist account, so please read. "I was at my Nana's. I was 6 or 7....and I was crazy. So I pretended to play a show on the piano. All of a sudden, after I finished, I heard clapping & cheering. It wasn't my Nana, she was too far away to hear me or for me to hear her noise. I looked outside, to see if anyone was there. No one. I looked around, but saw nothing. I asked my Nana if she had ghosts in her house, and she said 'the only ghost i know of in this house would be my mother'. "

Story #7

I have many stories but I'll tell the one that I actually have literary/textual support of. Until the age of twelve I lived in Mission Viejo, California in Orange County. I had a really good friend named Morgan who lived down the street from me and we would often have sleep overs. The very first sleep over I ever had over there, at the age of 7, was the thing that set me onto researching myths and folklore. Their house, on the inside, had medieval swords, suits of armor, etc. because her parents were interested in that kind of thing and had traveled many places in the world. At about three in the morning I woke up and woke Morgan up because I needed something to drink. We went out to the kitchen, got a glass of water, and sat down on the couch to drink it and talk. As we were whispering all of the sudden Morgan stopped talking. When I asked her what was wrong all she did was pointed. There in the middle of the room were five children ranging from about 8-4 doing ring-around-the-rosy. We could hear them as clear as day and as soon as they were finished singing it, after they had all fell down, they joined hands and walked off, disappearing. We went back into her room and did not leave until that morning when we could smell pancakes. We brought it up with her parents and we actually found out that their, and houses in the surrounding area, were built on an old cemetery that had a lot of children in it. They showed us a book that had old pictures in it of the area and you could see what they meant. The parents said that they had seen things to, and not to fear anything that we saw or heard because nothing would happen to us. To this day I remember that night and what we saw, and I've seen more since then, but I always know that there is a reason for it. AVMidian

Story #8

It was a strange summer night. I was about 6-7 when it happened, but I remember it perfectly. It was about midnight, and I was awake, and everyone else was sleeping. I decided to get a glass of water, and so I almost walked into the hallway, when I saw a shadow flash across the kitchen, and then a head peeked out. It was too dark to see, so I didn't see who, or what it was. I was so frightened, I ran a few feet away, back where I was before, and hid under the covers, staying there. I was soon fast asleep. I awoke in the morning, remembering the strange shadow and the head...
~Vyrie
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Story #9

Back in the day, when I lived by the beach and was a Junior in the Girl Scouts--making me around nine or ten--my troop went on a weekend camp out at the local state park . . . A local state park that was well known by basically everyone who lived near it that weird things happened at Oscar Scherer state park. Alligators climbed up and over the chain-link fencing that surrounds the lake, tents would just collapse, and at night you would hear footsteps and even at times the pounding of horses hooves, only there would be nothing around your campsite what so ever.
So, now that everyone has a sense of how this place is, let's get to my story of when I was a girl scout and ready to explore and be all girl scoutish.
My older brother had told me of places that were okay to go, and places to stay away from. My brother had been there, knew the stories, and he was a Eagle scout . . . I really wished I would have listened to him back then.
Railroad tracks ran through the park, and was a popular place for the boy and girl scouts to go. My brother told me not to follow them, and to by no means necessary, go to the bridge. Well, my friends wanted to follow the tracks to the old bridge. I remembered my brother's words, but, when they kept talking about it, I kept getting this really bad feeling. I didn't want to go, but they kept saying that it wouldn't be fun if I didn't go, meaning that I would make a good scape-goat if something went wrong. I kept getting these horrible nervous tensions. Feelings that usually warned me before something happened, before I tread to far into an area I shouldn't go, but I ignored my intuition, and followed my friends. I took the lead, midsummer sun blasting down on us while I was decked out in jeans, hiking boots and a long sleeved shirt 'cause I wasn't about to get a tick on me, and something just told me that I needed to dress that way.
As we walked along the old tracks, and stepped upon the old steel tracks, they would begin to vibrate like crazy and a loud rumbling would sound in the distance but, there was no train. The closer we got to the bridge, the worst my stomach tightened. The more nauseated I felt. I was ahead of my friends, watching the path for snakes or what be it, only to stop when my friends began to scream. I turned, only to find them being swarmed by wasp. We quickly headed back to camp, all my friends mad at me because I didn't get stung, but I felt that we were warned to not go near the bridge, being that two boys had died there, messing around as we were, and were hit by a train. That is my first story, about my encounter at Oscar Scherer State park.
-stonepony83-

Story # 10

Red-eyes, a son of one of the Seminole Chiefs who long ago resided where Oscar Scherer State Park is located during the war of the Yamasee War. Red-eyes was a brave man, a sturdy warrior and next in line to lead their tribe, until he was killed on the grounds where the park resides. Legends say that Red-eyes haunts the creek that runs through the park, and at certain times of the night on a certain phase of the moon, one could hear the slashing of water on the creek where Red-eyes lost his life. upon the water will be only the splashing of his feet, while only his glowing red-eyes can be seen rushing toward his next victim . . . The second day of camp was rolling around. Most of my troop-mates were still angry with me for not being stung by wasp but they eventually got over it when we discovered an island. Yes, I typed that right. An island, on land, within a state park. Not the ocean or gulf. The creek that ran under the train track's bridge, is what created this uber-duber cool island where we could hide and act like we made some type of discovery in the name of all girls in the world and do some Island of the Flies stuff. Sadly we didn't get to kill anyone, but besides that. The creek was only about maybe between four to seven feet long. I was a kid then and I had no use for perception, I just went with it. We could jump perfectly onto the island, but the embankment to jump back, was higher and we couldn't jump back across. The only other thing we could do was walk across a draping Oak branch that acted as a bridge, back to mainland. Well, strangely the water began to rise in the creek, covering the island. Some of the girls managed to get back across via and oak tree, while others couldn't because there was nothing to grip on to, and no one wanted to fall into that water, even though you could see the bottom and it was crystal clear. Well, me being one of the idiots stuck on the island that was steadily sinking because it wasn't really an island but a marsh, I thought up a wonderful idea. There was a large round, and long staff of bamboo. Why not use it to get across the creek. I was skinny and had monkey arms then, I could balance well on the balance beam at school, why not this? So, i tried out my idea. my friends cheered me on, as I done my gymnast stance and stepped one foot on the pole, only for my foot to slip and then the rest of my flimsy body just followed by foot. I fell right into the gator infested creek that should have only been three feet deep but had NO BOTTOM WHAT SO EVER. I kicked, only for my feet to be caught by what I thought were roots of the nearby oaks. I reached out to grab the ledge, only for the ledge not to be there. Just as I gasped in a breath of air, something yanked me under water. At first I thought I was dead, caught by a gator, only my ankles wasn't hurting where the pressure of the gripping was. Gripping, not biting. Something was holding me, pulling me down deeper into this darkness that made the water icy cold. I couldn't swim with whatever it was holding me, i couldn't get up to breathe. I kept flailing my arms, hoping to catch hold of something as I watched the light above me grow dimmer, and my lungs burned wanting air. I screamed, only for bubbles to escape, and for what felt to be roots steadily taking hold of my form and dragging me down into this creek that should have only been three feet deep. Then someone had my hand, a hard grip that quickly yanked me up from the water. My scout leader was furious, me of course being the one in the most trouble for doing something without thought. I almost drowned in that creek, and was taken by something that I had never felt before. When I told my Eagle Scout brother about my ordeal,he only shook his head and said, "I told you not to go near there. Even I can't go there because of our sensitivity. We're not of their tribe, so we can't go on Red-eyes land. You, sis, almost drowned by Red-eyes in his creek." Since my ordeal at Oscar Scherer State park, I haven't had the urge to ever go there again. Though, I wanted to see the luring bobcat. That is a legend of a bobcat that would lure the native children to it, by mimicking a human woman by singing. One the children were caught in the allure, it would kill them to feed to her young. My brother had heard the bobcat's song, but wouldn't tell me anything about it. Oh for those of you who don't believe me, Oscar Scherer is a real state park, in Osprey, Florida. -stonepony83- Story #11 Once when I was camping too very weird things happened, both true! The first one: I was talking the two other kids around my age telling them a weird dream i had a few years before, when one of them stopped me and asked "Were they yellow" and I answered "Yes, how`d you know that?" she had told me that she had the same dream, then the other kid told me he had that one two, now that wasn't the weird part at all, i remembered seeing a girl selling herbs and stuff at a stall, she was that girl, and she saw me two, i also remembered seeing two people yelling at each other, he was one of those too, (Apparently the other was a merchant who had ripped him off so he was well mad) and he remembered me spying on him, we were there together but we handled things differently. the secant one: This one is short, in the big bathroom stall at the same camp there are these cracks on the floor in the shape of a head with antenna on it, it is always smiling at me and i feel safe there. but whenever these three people that I hung out with went in there it was frowning and they felt scared. one of the braver of the three and me went in there and like always it was smiling happily, i said "See it smiles," and she said "Only when your here" I left the bathrooms and only a second later the other girl came running out, i asked what was wrong and she said that when I left the cracks moved into a frown and she had gotten scared and ran out. Story #12 This happened to me a while back but I still remember it clearly. It was a good peaceful day. It was sunny and I was lying on my bed reading a book. My family was in the master bedroom talking and looking at some albums and trinkets. I hadn't felt like looking through any old stuff and that's why I had been in my room. I was propped up on my elbows reading and facing my door. All of a sudden my bed started swaying back and forth. It was like something was under my bed and it was trying to shake me off of it. I dropped my book in shock and I balled my fists into my blankets so I wouldn't fall off. I looked around my room to see if anything else was shaking (I thought maybe an earthquake was going on)but everything else was stock still. Not even the frames on my wall rattled. I held on as my bed kept shaking, and then after a few minutes it stopped. The door to my room was open and I wanted to bolt out of the room but I could not move. It was like I was frozen in place. A few seconds went by and then I made myself get on my knees. It was hard to move. I then decided to start screaming for my siblings and so I did. They all came to my door and asked what was wrong. I told them what had happened, and I realized that I could move easily again. They told me that they hadn't felt anything. They even checked under my bed and they saw nothing down there. Til this day I don't know what happened, and it wasn't an earthquake that caused it. Story 13 This is what happened. My parents and my brother were all asleep it was about 3 in the morning. So I get up and head down stairs but right before I do I hear someone out in the hall, Thinking it was my little brother I walked out and just down the hall there was a strange shadow easily 7 feet tall with 3 massive things sticking out of its back I closed my door really fast and pushed my dresser in front of my door then hid under my covers I was only 6. I heard a really creepy growl outside then a thud on my door. I dident move for the rest of the night. Okay hers the even more creepy part Me and my family went on vacation when I was 13 and when we were sleeping in our cottage bedroom. I heard tapping on my window, thinking it was some animal I just went back to sleep I woke up about a hour later because I heard someone in the hall outside my bedroom in our cottage. I looked at the clock it was about 2 in the morning. This was kinda confusing because no one would be up yet? So I walk over easily forgetting about the other time several years ago, I opened the door and there only 5-6 feet away was the exact same creature thing I slowly closed the door not to startle it and then simply locked it. I was extremly freaked out right now and I calmly went back to my room and went to bed. A few minutes later I heard our front door open and close and I was to scared to move till the next morning. Now I am till freaked out abotu it becuase it was only 3 months ago If you can please explain this it would hlep me sleep at night Okay on that same trip the very first night when we were in a hotel on are way to are cottage I had this dream where me and some guy were at a small lake. We decided to rent a bout for soem reason cant remeber why. So me and him are driving aroudn in a speed boat when all of a sudden I hear a thump. I look over the boat and the boat flips and we go flying into the lake. I remeber seeing a small childs face poking out of the water he had glowing green eyes and had dark black hair. Worst of all his hands were stubbs no fingers. I woke up really fast and couldent sleep for the rest of the night. Because I swear to god in this 1 corner of are hotel room it was pitch black. Unaturaly pitch black as if it was a wall painted black. For the rest of the night I stared there so nothing could sneak up on me. I swear to god I heard breathing and was sure something was staring back and for about 2 seconds a saw those glowing green eyes flash in the dark. I dident sleep until I saw that other creature later on and then i dident sleep for atleast 1 week. Story 14 Holy crap I had same dream with the little guy in lake exactly the same. Where were u staying for the night. when I had it it was in new york state in kathies motel?