Not making fun of your story, just your drawing skills. :D

Haha, nah i wasn't taking offense or anything. It looks pretty stupid. A Conehead with a Pitch fork.

But i damn near pissed myself when it wouldn't go away and there was no source. The only things in my room were an old Bookshelf and a Mattress.

The fact that it was gone after the movie creeped me out enough to find faith in god (throughout my childhood at least).

The imagination is an amazing thing. I remember when I was a kid, I'd always see this skeletal stick figure walking passed my window. I shared a basement room with my brother, so the window was about 5 feet off the ground as I recall. I would have been about 6. Later in life, it occurred to me that it was probably a car driving by whose headlights were sweeping the yard and casting a shadow of the small tree we had in the front yard. But as a 6 year old kid, it was a skinny skeletal demon thing with lots of sharp weapons coming to get me...

then there was the time my dad came to say goodnight, turned off the light and closed the door...but apparantly stayed in the room. a few minutes go by and he said "Goodnight....booooooys..."

Probably pissed the bed on that one.

LMAO

I had some asshole chase me around one night in a Freddy costume. I musta been 4 or 5. I had never been, and never will be more scared in my life.

Ok, so the place I’m talking about is on their land, they own a good sized chunk of land just north of Grand Lake of the Cherokees. The back side of their land is actually her parent’s old land which she inherited and they as a couple have added too.
As we were walking around their land one day my cousin tells me a story I remember his mom telling my parents back when my cousin and I were just kids and it goes like this.
They were staying at her parent’s place one night when my cousin’s Teddy Ruxbin started going off. Just out of the blue started talking, going through its normal recorded routine and wouldn’t shut up waking up my cousin and his mom. He said his mom picked it up and flipped it over to look in the battery compartment, did a double take then flipped the thing back over and looked at it all the while this thing continues going off. She then walked outside with it and my cousin said he drifted back off to sleep only to wake up when she came back inside. When he asked where his Teddy Ruxbin was she said, “When I went to take the batteries out there were none so I started a fire and burned it.”

NICE! Chucky II. ****in dolls anyway.

Okay... Radar Chief's story just reminded me about something that happened a few months back w/ my son's Scout toy. For those of you that have never heard/seen the Scout talking stuffed dog, it is programmable so it will say your child's name, favorite food, etc.

Anyway, one night I walked into my son's room and Scout was in the middle of the floor. I leaned over to give my son a kiss, (he's completely asleep), then the next thing I know I hear his Scout dog say, "Hi [my son's name]. Wanna play?". I barely heard it, (which is odd, because the volume is maxed), but I turned around and picked it up. I then placed it at my son's feet. I started to turn around to leave and it went off again. It was still really quiet and none of the lights were lit-up on it.

Puzzled by this, I picked it up and pressed the hand to make it play again. This time, the light turned on and it was at max volume. After doing that I knew that the batteries were fine and it wasn't malfunctioning because of low-batteries.

Needless to say, I ended up taking it out of my son's room and threw it in the linen closet. LMAO That thing freaked me the hell out! Mainly because I knew that I didn't step on it when it was on the floor. I haven't witnessed it doing that again since then and I haven't changed out the batteries. Very bizarre. But not nearly as bizarre as a toy going off w/o batteries. :eek: I would have thrown that damn thing in the fire, too!

Tell more stories! I don't have any of my own but I like reading these!

I partied several times at a cemetery by a ghost town, that was probably more than ghostly than the experience I do have though.

I work nights in a hospital, so one night I was walking down long hallway in the back part of the hospital around 2am Walked past surgery and post surgical and heard screams, not just one voice, but sounded like several different voices. So I go into the surgery area, all the lights off and nobody around. Yell out is anybody in here, nothing, so I go across the hall into pacu and again, lights off nobody around. Walked out and I started to walk down the hallway again and hear the same screams again, so I get to an adjoining hallway go in through a different door into surgery and again, lights off nobody around. It wasn't anything major, but the middle of the night when you are by yourself and nobody is around it was kinda creepy to hear when their was no explanation for it.

I have a few more, (from my youth), but my mind is a fog w/ the exact details. Except for one. This one has plagued my memory forever. I was hesitant to tell it because I don't want the non-believers to think I'm just making it up for attention or that I'm crazy. That's not the case. Gonzo has heard all of these stories, (and even witnessed me freaking out over the talking dog), so I'm sure he's rolling his eyes at my posts. LMAO

The one incident that I do remember quite well happened when I was 6 or 7 years old. I recall that I kept hearing noises in my room and I got scared. This happened quite a bit and I would haul my pillow and blanket into my brother's room and crash. It drove him nuts, but he was always the protective older brother, so he let it slide occasionally.

Anyway, we were both asleep in his room and the next thing we know we heard a loud, *thump*. It sounded like someone or something hit his window. We both sat up and stared in the direction of the sound. We saw a light and an outline of a woman in an old-fashioned dress. She reached out towards my brother and we heard in a soft voice, "William". Then, a second later, she was gone.

We looked at each other and hauled ass out of his room, and darted into our parent's room. They got up and followed us to the room and told us that we were imagining things and to go back to sleep. I believe that we crashed in the living room for a week or so after that. LMAO

She never did return, but there were strange noises, doors closing on their own, etc. that happened before and after that incident. Now, if it was just me that saw/heard her, I would have figured it was my mind playing tricks on me. But, w/ my brother witnessing that, I had no doubt that what we experienced was paranormal.

The scary part about this incident... my brother's middle name is William.

One time right around christmas a ghost made me fly around in my pajamas and look at my past. Freaked me out. I quit being a scrooge soon after that.

So last night I was kept up by a mysterious voice singing "Henry the VIII I am". It was horrible. On top of the horrible singing I was also hit with a bout of sleep paralysis again so I was powerless. The singing continued. Ears hurting. I mustered enough strength to break the paralysis and screamed "shut the **** up", only to be hit out of nowhere square in the face by a mound of clay. "You mother****er" I screamed as i scraped the clay off my face and rose from my bed. As soon as i stood up a shadowy figure came barreling towards me and roundhouse kicked me back into sleep. When I woke up this time, I had a penny in my hand. Strange.

BOOOOO!


Scared the hell out of all of you didnt I

Since we're sharing our ghost stories, many times while asleep I would suddenly feel a hand touching me in my private area.

Then I'd wake up and realize it was just me.

:shrug:

Hand went to sleep so you decided to get a little "stranger" action going?