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transemacabreWould you like to read a ghost story?
Here's the thing: I don't believe in ghosts. But they keep freaking turning up!
When I was in Americorps *NCCC, we were stationed at Perry Point MD, right outside the town of Perryville on the Susquehanna River. My house was okay. The house next to me, where my friend Andrea lived, was EVIL. Okay? EVIL.
The first night she moves in, Andrea told me she's laying in bed waiting to fall asleep and she hears this screaming -- like a little girl screaming. The sound runs up the stairs, into her bedroom, past her bed, back down the stairs and out the front door.
The one time she convinced me to sleep over, her roommate was gone so I slept in the top bunk and she was on the bottom. As I'm laying there, this incredible sound -- like a train bearing down on me -- and then the bed starts shaking. I was so freaked out that when it ended, I called out "Andrea!" and woke her up. She didn't hear anything. I said, "I'm scared! can I sleep with you tonight?" and she sleepily let me climb in bed next to her. I was terrified, completely terrified.
Andrea always said it felt like someone was watching her when she was in the shower or whatever. The few times I went into her house alone, say to drop off something I had borrowed, I felt like something was following me, watching me, as I moved from room to room. I didn't like going into her kitchen because the basement stairs were in her kitchen, leading down into this black hole.
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In my old college dorm, my roommates insisted we had a ghost they called "Matilda". We would hear footsteps running up and down the staircase at night (it was a two-story dorm apartment). The doors, which were very heavy and only opened with a combination, would open and close, slamming hard. One night I was visiting in my roommate's bedroom when their Bible went flipping off the shelf, and landed in the middle of the room open. It was SO SCARY. I would get really mad sometimes at the noises and run up and down the stairs, yelling for Matilda to show herself. She never did.
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This next one didn't happen to me, but it's still probably my all-time favorite creepy story.
This was also during my time in upstate Maryland. I was hanging out with this guy (we'll call him Steve) and he was telling me about how his friend (we'll call him John) died. Steve and John were incredibly close, "he was like a brother to me," said Steve. One night John was driving home after visiting Steve when he fell asleep at the wheel, crashed his vehicle, and was killed.
Steve was, understandably, devastated by his friend's death. Two or three days afterward, he found a missed call on his cell phone. There was a voice message attached but all he could hear was static. The number was from John's cell phone. At first, he didn't think much of it. He assumed John's girlfriend had tried to call him using John's phone. But when Steve ran into the girlfriend and questioned her, she told him she didn't have John's cell phone -- it had been destroyed in the same crash which killed John.
So Steve received a missed phone call, complete with voice message, from a cell phone that didn't exist anymore, belonging to his dead friend.
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This next one took place in Sarasota, Florida. One night while I was sleeping, I experienced Sleep Paralysis. That's when you're conscious but cannot move. I had my eyes closed but I could feel this heavy weight on my chest pushing me into the bed. I sensed that this was a male presence, and that he was very lonely and sad. It was sort of scary, but mostly sad. After a little while the Sleep Paralysis lifted and the presence disappeared and I could get up and move again. It's never happened again.
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This one is my mom's story: not really a ghost story, but still pretty freaky. Before I was born, sometime in the 70s, she took some muscle relaxer pills and laid down on the couch to nap. When she woke up, she was floating above her body. She said it was like her consciousness was floating about a foot above her body, she could look down on herself and even make her body get up and move around. It freaked her out so much that she made her body lay back down and go back to sleep. When she woke up a second time, she was back in her body. She threw the pills away.
Here's the thing: I don't believe in ghosts. But they keep freaking turning up!
When I was in Americorps *NCCC, we were stationed at Perry Point MD, right outside the town of Perryville on the Susquehanna River. My house was okay. The house next to me, where my friend Andrea lived, was EVIL. Okay? EVIL.
The first night she moves in, Andrea told me she's laying in bed waiting to fall asleep and she hears this screaming -- like a little girl screaming. The sound runs up the stairs, into her bedroom, past her bed, back down the stairs and out the front door.
The one time she convinced me to sleep over, her roommate was gone so I slept in the top bunk and she was on the bottom. As I'm laying there, this incredible sound -- like a train bearing down on me -- and then the bed starts shaking. I was so freaked out that when it ended, I called out "Andrea!" and woke her up. She didn't hear anything. I said, "I'm scared! can I sleep with you tonight?" and she sleepily let me climb in bed next to her. I was terrified, completely terrified.
Andrea always said it felt like someone was watching her when she was in the shower or whatever. The few times I went into her house alone, say to drop off something I had borrowed, I felt like something was following me, watching me, as I moved from room to room. I didn't like going into her kitchen because the basement stairs were in her kitchen, leading down into this black hole.
***
In my old college dorm, my roommates insisted we had a ghost they called "Matilda". We would hear footsteps running up and down the staircase at night (it was a two-story dorm apartment). The doors, which were very heavy and only opened with a combination, would open and close, slamming hard. One night I was visiting in my roommate's bedroom when their Bible went flipping off the shelf, and landed in the middle of the room open. It was SO SCARY. I would get really mad sometimes at the noises and run up and down the stairs, yelling for Matilda to show herself. She never did.
***
This next one didn't happen to me, but it's still probably my all-time favorite creepy story.
This was also during my time in upstate Maryland. I was hanging out with this guy (we'll call him Steve) and he was telling me about how his friend (we'll call him John) died. Steve and John were incredibly close, "he was like a brother to me," said Steve. One night John was driving home after visiting Steve when he fell asleep at the wheel, crashed his vehicle, and was killed.
Steve was, understandably, devastated by his friend's death. Two or three days afterward, he found a missed call on his cell phone. There was a voice message attached but all he could hear was static. The number was from John's cell phone. At first, he didn't think much of it. He assumed John's girlfriend had tried to call him using John's phone. But when Steve ran into the girlfriend and questioned her, she told him she didn't have John's cell phone -- it had been destroyed in the same crash which killed John.
So Steve received a missed phone call, complete with voice message, from a cell phone that didn't exist anymore, belonging to his dead friend.
***
This next one took place in Sarasota, Florida. One night while I was sleeping, I experienced Sleep Paralysis. That's when you're conscious but cannot move. I had my eyes closed but I could feel this heavy weight on my chest pushing me into the bed. I sensed that this was a male presence, and that he was very lonely and sad. It was sort of scary, but mostly sad. After a little while the Sleep Paralysis lifted and the presence disappeared and I could get up and move again. It's never happened again.
***
This one is my mom's story: not really a ghost story, but still pretty freaky. Before I was born, sometime in the 70s, she took some muscle relaxer pills and laid down on the couch to nap. When she woke up, she was floating above her body. She said it was like her consciousness was floating about a foot above her body, she could look down on herself and even make her body get up and move around. It freaked her out so much that she made her body lay back down and go back to sleep. When she woke up a second time, she was back in her body. She threw the pills away.
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Date: 2006-09-14 09:11 am (UTC)Yeah. I wasn't afraid of aliens, I was afraid I'd confuse myself into thinking they existed.
But wow, those are some crazy stories, there. How could your friend Andrea live in a place that creepy?