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Story #1Hey 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 and the everyday spooky! |
Story #2I can tell you a lot 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 an all-girl boarding school. Since it is in old Europe , they did not have the money to build actual washroom's, so they had outhouse's. 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. The bat girl, without knowing about my grandma following her, walked into the outhouse and then when she walked out. She had a blue tail and had glowing eye's. That convinced my grandma to retreat thinking she knew enough. She never dared to talk to that girl again so she decided that she would keep what she saw to herself until she told my mom and which eventually told me. |
Story #3When I was five, we lived in our old house in GA. One day, I was lying in bed while everyone was down stairs. I was wide awake but didn't feel like coming down so I was just lying there when I heard someone coming so my basic instinct is to pretend I'm asleep. I closed my eyes and someone came in, they sat on the bed and place their hand on mine. I'm thinking its my mom but I don't open my eyes. After a few moments the unknown person got up and left but left the door open. Curiousityhit me so I go down stairs. I find my mom cooking so I ask her if she had been to my room and she said no that she and that everyone else had been down stairs. I still don't know who/what was in my room to this day. |
Story #4We 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 their 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. |
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Story #6This is a TRUE experience that Alienman1000 had. Very interesting poltergeist account, so please read. "I was at my Nana's house. I was 6 or 7....and I was crazy. 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". |
| 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. 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 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 so I could balance well on the balance beam at school, why not this? 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 though 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 but only 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 of 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- |