Creepy unsolved/paranormal/strange events thread

Little Old Man said:
Here is a story from my dad I think you guys will appreciate.

Back in the 80s my dad worked for a company producing cables and communications equipment. The various buildings and offices of the company formed a pretty big site across many acres of land.

In one part of the complex was a large building used for some assembely, but mainly as a storage warehouse (think of the Amazon warehouses- racks of goods ready to be shipped out). Linked off this was a one kilometer long tunnel/corridor, which was used to stretch out cables along a track for testing, probably about eight foot high and six or so wide. One door of the tunnel linked straight to the warehouse, and the other to a small shed, with tools and other odds and ends. The shed had another door which took you outside, but was always kept locked for obvious reasons.

Anyway it was during a night shift that a guy called John was testing out a sample of copper cabling on the track. He was the only person in the tunnel, everyone else being in the canteen/break area at the far end of the warehouse from his perspective (which was the only other way out of the warehouse). The tunnel is fairly well lit, but dim enough that you still required a torch to do any delicate work. John is halfway down the tunnel fiddling with the line of cable when he pauses, looking down to the other end of the tunnel.

He notices that the light in the shed is on (there being an internal window as well as the door), but thinks little of it. Seconds later however he notices the door to the shed swing open, yellow light flooding out. John by this point is a little concerned that kids have broken in, and tries to focus, but can't see anything. Seconds pass when he realises there is something running down the tunnel towards him. Fast. The shillouette of the figure was big, and quickly making ground. John does the honourable thing and craps his pants, drops the torch and starts running for the warehouse, despite by all accounts being six foot tall, and built like a brick shit house, and so could certainly run with some pace.

He starts to look back every few seconds, and far from losing the guy, the figure is still gaining on him, closer and closer, until the last time John looks behind him there is less than 50 metres between them. John bursts through the door into the warehouse, and doesn't stop sprinting until he reaches the canteen area.

Of course the other nightshift guys are quite bemused by John running over to them in such a hurry, only to see that he is as white as a sheet. They ask what is wrong, and John tells them he has just been chased right down the tunnel by a big bloke.

Still thinking it is a kid, the other guys grab torches and had back down the tunnel with John, thankful for apparent safety in numbers. Very quickly it's obvious that the tunnel is empty, and the lights are once more switched off in the shed. Laughing, thinking that John has been spooked by some local kids, everyone soon goes quiet when the external door in the shed is found to still be locked from the inside.

After that no one dared work in the tunnel on their own anymore.
I have one or two more from that place if anyone is interested.
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This is creepy as hell. I love it. I kept thinking of the corridor scene with the lights going out in Session 9. Please post the rest when you get a chance.
 
Little Old Man said:
Here is a story from my dad I think you guys will appreciate.

Back in the 80s my dad worked for a company producing cables and communications equipment. The various buildings and offices of the company formed a pretty big site across many acres of land.

In one part of the complex was a large building used for some assembely, but mainly as a storage warehouse (think of the Amazon warehouses- racks office goods ready to be shipped out). Linked off this was a one kilometer long tunnel/corridor, which was used to stretch out cables along a track for testing, probably about eight foot high and six or so wide. One door of the tunnel linked straight to the warehouse, and the other to a small shed, with tools and other odds and ends. The shed had another door which took you outside, but was always kept locked for obvious reasons.

Anyway it was during a night shift that a guy called John was testing out a sample of copper cabling on the track. He was the only person in the tunnel, everyone else being in the canteen/break area at the far end of the warehouse from his perspective (which was the only other way out of the warehouse). The tunnel is fairly well lit, but dim enough that you still required a torch to do any delicate work. John is halfway down the tunnel fiddling with the line of cable when he pauses, looking down to the other end of the tunnel.

He notices that the light in the shed is on (there being an internal window as well as the door), but thinks little of it. Seconds later however he notices the door to the shed swing open, yellow light flooding out. John by this point is a little concerned that kids have broken in, and tries to focus, but can't see anything. Seconds pass when he realises there is something running down the tunnel towards him. Fast. The shillouette of the figure was big, and quickly making ground. John does the honourable thing and craps his pants, drops the torch and starts running for the warehouse, despite by all accounts being six foot tall, and built like a brick shit house, and so could certainly run with some pace.

He starts to look back every few seconds, and far from losing the guy, the figure is still gaining on him, closer and closer, until the last time John looks behind him there is less than 50 metres between them. John bursts through the door into the warehouse, and doesn't stop sprinting until he reaches the canteen area.

Of course the other nightshift guys are quite bemused by John running over to them in such a hurry, only to see that he is as white as a sheet. They ask what is wrong, and John tells them he has just been chased right down the tunnel by a big bloke.

Still thinking it is a kid, the other guys grab torches and had back down the tunnel with John, thankful for apparent safety in numbers. Very quickly it's obvious that the tunnel is empty, and the lights are once more switched off in the shed. Laughing, thinking that John has been spooked by some local kids, everyone soon goes quiet when the external door in the shed is found to still be locked from the inside.

After that no one dared work in the tunnel on their own anymore.
I have one or two more from that place if anyone is interested.
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This would make a great SCP.
 
Anybody have a link to that youtube channel with those creepy fictional murder stories?

one was about a dead girl stored inside a sofa?
 
Tri-State Crematory

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The Tri-State Crematory was founded by Tommy Marsh in the 1970s. Located in northwest Georgia, near the city of LaFayette, it provided cremation services for a number of funeral homes in Georgia, Alabama, and Tennessee. When Tommy Marsh's health deteriorated in the mid-1990s, his son, Ray Brent Marsh, took over operation of the business.

In 2001, a propane delivery truck driver named Gerald Cook contacted the Walker County Sheriff's Department and reported having seen dead bodies strewn about outdoors on the Marsh property. A deputy sheriff responded to the call but didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

Frustrated by the lack of results, Cook told his aunt what he had seen- that human remains were not being disposed of properly at the Crematory. His aunt, who worked for the FBI as a secretary, contacted the US Environmental Protection Agency field office in Atlanta with the information. EPA agents were sent to investigate the property and discovered a human skull and bones on the premises.

On Feb. 15, 2002, investigators returned and a more thorough search was conducted. They found piles of rotting human bodies in a storage shed, in vaults and scattered throughout the property. The search ultimately recovered 339 bodies in various states of decay.

A federal disaster team was brought into the area along with a portable morgue shipped from Maryland. The team began trying to identify the remains, a process made difficult because many of the corpses were in advanced stages of decomposition. Some were little more than skeletons. Of the 339 bodies that were discovered, 226 were identified.

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At some point after Ray Brent Marsh took over the business, he claimed that the cremation oven, or "retort," was broken and that was why the 339 bodies had been buried, stacked in the storage shed or left in the woods instead of being cremated. Families had received concrete dust instead of the cremated remains of their loved ones. Later, the oven was tested and found to be in working order.

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Ray Brent Marsh was arrested on over 300 criminal violations and was ultimately charged by the State of Georgia with 787 counts, including theft by deception, abusing a corpse, burial service related fraud and giving false statements. Marsh pled guilty and is currently serving a twelve year sentence.​
 
Neuromancer said:
Tri-State Crematory

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The Tri-State Crematory was founded by Tommy Marsh in the 1970s. Located in northwest Georgia, near the city of LaFayette, it provided cremation services for a number of funeral homes in Georgia, Alabama, and Tennessee. When Tommy Marsh's health deteriorated in the mid-1990s, his son, Ray Brent Marsh, took over operation of the business.

In 2001, a propane delivery truck driver named Gerald Cook contacted the Walker County Sheriff's Department and reported having seen dead bodies strewn about outdoors on the Marsh property. A deputy sheriff responded to the call but didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

Frustrated by the lack of results, Cook told his aunt what he had seen- that human remains were not being disposed of properly at the Crematory. His aunt, who worked for the FBI as a secretary, contacted the US Environmental Protection Agency field office in Atlanta with the information. EPA agents were sent to investigate the property and discovered a human skull and bones on the premises.

On Feb. 15, 2002, investigators returned and a more thorough search was conducted. They found piles of rotting human bodies in a storage shed, in vaults and scattered throughout the property. The search ultimately recovered 339 bodies in various states of decay.

A federal disaster team was brought into the area along with a portable morgue shipped from Maryland. The team began trying to identify the remains, a process made difficult because many of the corpses were in advanced stages of decomposition. Some were little more than skeletons. Of the 339 bodies that were discovered, 226 were identified.

05_1_1.jpg


At some point after Ray Brent Marsh took over the business, he claimed that the cremation oven, or "retort," was broken and that was why the 339 bodies had been buried, stacked in the storage shed or left in the woods instead of being cremated. Families had received concrete dust instead of the cremated remains of their loved ones. Later, the oven was tested and found to be in working order.

bodies_found.jpg


Ray Brent Marsh was arrested on over 300 criminal violations and was ultimately charged by the State of Georgia with 787 counts, including theft by deception, abusing a corpse, burial service related fraud and giving false statements. Marsh pled guilty and is currently serving a twelve year sentence.​
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This motherfucker is gonna be fucking haunted by ghosts.
 
Black Eyed Kids!

The parking garage in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, looked safe enough when David Jenkins pulled downtown on a winter’s day in 2008. Jenkins drove forty minutes from his home in nearby York, Pennsylvania, into this city of about 500,000 people to meet a friend he hadn’t seen in a year. He didn’t know evil would greet him when the sun went down.

Jenkins wound his way through the crowded garage and found a parking spot on the third floor. Then he walked to his friend’s apartment building. “We hung out and played PS2, bullshitted over old times, had a few beers,” Jenkins said. “I left at about 12:30 a.m. and went back to the garage for my car.”

Jenkins walked through the cold, now-deserted garage, climbed into his car and started the engine, letting it warm before he started home. As he leaned down to slip an “old school hip-hop” CD into the stereo, he discovered he wasn’t alone.

“A tapping on my window scared the shit out of me,” he said. Jenkins snapped his head toward the window and saw two people staring at him through the glass. “They seemingly came out of nowhere.”

Jenkins immediately turned up the volume. “I know this sounds stupid, but I thought maybe if these were thugs they’d think when they heard that music that I was hard, or something, and maybe be more apprehensive about mugging me, if that was the intent,” he said.

Instead of anyone threatening, he found two pale boys about twelve years old standing in the cold, staring at him through the glass. One boy was taller than the other, and both were skinny. They looked out of place. “The first thing that struck me as odd was their attire,” Jenkins said. “It was ‘80s clothing, only it looked brand new.”

One boy wore a new Montreal Expos baseball cap with a logo the team used between 1969 and 1991. The Expos haven’t existed since 2004. The Vision Street Wear skater hoodies they wore were popular in the 1980s. “What they were wearing just didn’t seem to fit with the time period,” Jenkins said.

The fear of the boys drawing a gun rushed through Jenkins mind. His door was unlocked. Hoping the boys didn’t notice, he rolled his window down a crack, and simply said, “yeah?”

The shorter boy Jenkins dubbed The Ringleader spoke first. “Excuse me,” he said in a voice much older and mature than what should have come out of that mouth. “We’ve had a slight mishap, and I was hoping you could help us out.”

The request froze Jenkins in his seat. “Those were the exact words too,” he said. “‘Slight mishap.’” Jenkins knew a twelve-year-old boy in a parking garage in Pennsylvania after midnight would have never said that. “I was nervous as hell,” he said.

The boy said their ride left them and they were now stuck in that part of town, and needed a lift home. “It seemed an innocent enough request,” Jenkins said. “But my BS alarm was going off. Something just felt really eerie about the whole thing. I mean two kids that young in a parking garage at that hour? It just wasn’t right.”

The fact the boys were in the garage also frightened Jenkins. He hadn’t seen the boys when he walked to his car, and when he got in suddenly they were there. The Ringleader’s request also made him nervous. “It just seemed shady,” Jenkins said. “I asked where exactly they lived, and that I was heading back to York. That ‘other end’ of Lancaster was in the opposite direction.”

Jenkins told the boys no. The Ringleader didn’t like that. “He said he’d give me gas money, and pulled out his wallet and took out a crisp $20 bill and held it up,” Jenkins said. “It was an old style one. An old style $20 should not be that crisp, looking fresh from the bank.”

As the strangeness of the encounter grew more in Jenkins’ mind, he started to ask questions. “Everything about this just felt very wrong,” he said. “I asked where exactly they lived.”

The Ringleader again said, “on the other side of town.”

“I asked where, specifically, on the other side of town,” Jenkins said. “I wanted the name of the township, the name of the school district, the name of the street. An exact address.”

The Ringleader balked; the other boy began to look nervous. “They couldn’t give me an answer,” Jenkins said. “This really creeped me out because it was now apparent that they really had no intention of getting a ride anywhere. They just wanted to get into my car.”

Then Jenkins saw something that kept him awake for the next two days. “I noticed something else – completely jet black eyes,” he said. The sight terrified him. Jenkins looked away from the children, trying to keep them from seeing the fear on his face.

The second child spoke to him. “Please,” he said. “Can we please get in the car? It’s really cold out here. I’ll tell you where to go once we get in.”

Panic consumed Jenkins.

“Please,” the smaller boy demanded.

“At this point it was fight or flight,” Jenkins said. “And I certainly wasn’t getting out of the car.”

He put the car in gear and told the kids “no” through the crack in the window. “Please, don’t go,” the Ringleader said, desperation creeping into his voice. “We’ll be stuck out here.”

“Sorry,” Jenkins said and started to pull away from these black-eyed children.

The tenor of the Ringleader’s voice changed. “Now, perhaps realizing their fate was sealed, they no longer held back,” Jenkins said. “The talkative shorter one’s voice changed now. No longer like that of a desperate little boy, it had a nasty snarl to it.”

The Ringleader started cursing at Jenkins as the car pulled away from them. Before Jenkins drove onto the ramp down to the lower level, he chanced a look in the rearview mirror. Terror stabbed at him anew, but it had nothing to do with the strange eyes of the boys. His fear came from something more human. “There was no trace of them,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking, ‘oh wow, they vanished,’ I was thinking, ‘shit, they’re gonna try to head me off at the next level down.’”

Worried the boys might run in front of his car at every turn, he hurried to the ground floor and shot onto the street. The black-eyed boys weren’t there. Three blocks away, his heart pounding in his chest, he stopped for a red light. “I kept looking back, scanning for them,” Jenkins said, but the strange boys weren’t behind him.

He sat in his car, still shivering from fear; the light stayed red. “It seemed like it was taking an unnaturally long time to change,” he said. “In fact I think now that those intersections are even supposed to be flashing red and yellow lights at that time of night.”

The minutes crawled by, and the light refused to change. Then he saw the black-eyed boys standing on a street corner he’d looked at not ten seconds before. “Sure enough, there they are,” Jenkins said. “I’d been looking around everywhere the entire time and didn’t see them coming. There’s just no way they could’ve gotten right on top of me without me seeing them coming.”

The Ringleader made eye contact with Jenkins and snarled. The second boy looked apprehensive “Even apologetic,” Jenkins said. “Like a good cop/bad cop routine or something.”

The boys started walking toward Jenkins’ car, and the panic again rose in his chest. The light still shown red. “There was nothing coming the other way and I just gunned it through the red light. I was hoping to God there’d be a cop.”

He didn’t encounter one police car on his fear-fueled drive home, running every red stoplight on his way. Once he reached the highway, he began to relax, but nothing went back to normal. “I didn’t sleep for like 48 hours after that, and didn’t sleep without a night light on for quite some time after,” Jenkins said. “When I finally did sleep they were in my dreams. I kept thinking that maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me that night, but after seeing other accounts, there are just too many similarities to write off. These things are very real.”
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Have a story my mom used to tell me about.

To make a long story short, this happened when she was around 11-12 years old. Mom and her friends where at her cousins home all alone in the attic in the middle of the night. They had a Ouija board or something similar, put on lots of candles and started to use it. Thinking it was funny they managed to contact a spirit. They made the spirit furious or something like that when they didn't believe it was the devil or something similar. A very cold breeze made all the lighted candles blown out and something flew right past my moms head and they ran out terrified. She really doesn't want to talk about it.

And there is another thing that happened with my mom when I was with. This was around 2-3 years ago. We where heading up to the apartment one dark night when mom said she felt someone touch her leg. Upon inspection we find a gelatinous substance on her leg exactly where she felt someone touch her. I believe it can be ectoplasm :/
 
Glad you liked the last one. Here's the other one I can remember, though I'm sure there is a third. Longer than I anticipated, but snowed in US GAF might appreciate it?!

This story was one passed down to all new workers at the company, a rite of passage if you will: very much part of the history of the company as far as the workers were concerned.

Even back into the 1950s and 1960s, the site the company covered was still very expansive. Linking many of these buildings to some degree was a myriad of access and maintenance tunnels, carrying a manner of gas, sewage, and water piping, as well as electricity cabling. Some tunnels could have three or four men walking abreast through them, others you would have to crawl on your belly through the dust and dirt. Crickets seemed to infest the place- their chirping could be heard throughout. The tunnels were at the least dry, but certainly drafty, and health and safety being what it was back then, now well signposted or lit. You certainly wouldn’t want to venture down there on your own day or night without prior knowledge of what led to where.

So it was on a Friday afternoon that after a hard(ish) day’s work Michael (again I’ve forgotten the real name) was ready to go home, eat, and then head to the local for a few pints of ale. He stamped his time card in the machine to register the end of his shift, and went to grab his belongings, when one of the other guys in his building, David, asked for help. Reluctantly Michael agreed on the pretence it would only take five minutes.

David had been having an issue with water pressure in his workshop all afternoon, and needed someone to help him find the pipe in the maintenance tunnels to check what the issue was. Grabbing torches and a tool kit they headed on down, and after numerous twists and turns they eventually found the source of the problem. David then decided to push his luck- he would head back up quickly so he could finish his work for the day and head home, leaving Michael to pack up the tools, and follow on behind him. Being a push over, Michael once more said yes.

Michael’s next shift wasn’t until the following Tuesday, a shift he never turned up for. The office rang his home but to no answer. The same happened on Wednesday. By Thursday the police arrived at the factory asking questions about Michael’s disappearance, with Michael’s wife in floods of tears and worry over her husband.

She herself had been staying with her ill mother until Wednesday evening, returning to find no sign of Michael. The rubbish bin was rotting in the kitchen, milk bottles were piling up on the doorstep, newspapers barricaded the front door. She soon had the police involved, and numerous enquiries were made. No one at the company had anything useful to pass on, after all he had signed out on Friday, though unusually he has no turned up to the pub that night. David heard the news himself shortly after and told the officers what had happened on the Friday.

Quickly groups were organised to search the tunnels and the grounds of the factory. Yet after several hours of searching no trace of him could be found. The chirping of the crickets was the only sign of life down there. Puzzlingly the tool box was found, some distance from where David had left Michael. The search eventually moved on outside of the factory, but no sign of Michael was ever found again.

Some years later in the 70s, the company had ordered a survey of all tunnels in view to run a series of infrastructure improvements, alongside creating new factory units which would need joining up to the network.
A team of two were working through one part of the system, inspecting a hot water pipe. The pipe hugged the wall of a large tunnel, before diverting into a small crawlspace. One of the workers squeezed in, with the heat radiating out from the pipe. A ticking noise could be heard, getting louder as he crawled in. It was fast paced, like an old pocket watch.
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Following the crawl space along, it turned sharply to the left, and to his surprise led to a small space of absolute darkness. Switching his torch on, it was a small room, not quite large enough to stand up straight in. He noticed a shape on the floor, only for the torch to show a human skeleton on the dusty floor, curled into a ball, with scraps of clothing remaining, and a small golden pocket watch.

No man has ever crawled backwards out of a tunnel as fast as this guy did. It took them both five minutes to compose themselves and crawl back through. By then the ticking noise had ceased. Michael had been found at last.

Given the nature of his discovery, it was hard to tell exactly how Michael had died. Most likely he had gotten lost in the tunnels, and crawled in by the pipe to keep warm that night, hoping to get back out in the morning. Perhaps more tragically he had suffered a heart attack in that small room due to the stress of the situation and passed on alone and lost. Of course that didn’t stop stories spreading of the tunnels being stalked by something which had ended the lost man.

If you are wondering about the pocket watch, then let me explain. Despite requiring to be wound by hand every day, pocket watches supposedly have a knack for turning back to life even if unused for months or years for brief periods, something to do with magnetic fields I’m led to believe.
 
Gameboy415 said:
Wow, very creepy!

It reminds me of the whole "you-have-to-invite-them-in" Vampire deal.
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That's an aspect of every BEK encounter. The common story is one or two kids ringing the doorbell asking for something that will take them inside e.g. a glass of water or having to make a phone call. An easy and common enough request but something feels wrong about the kid(s). That's when they see the completely black eyes. A feeling of dread overcomes the person, knowing that if the kids enter the house something terrible will happen. At this point the person will kindly tell them no and close the door.

One of the creepiest paranormal beings if you ask me.
 
Baconsaurus Rex said:
That's an aspect of every BEK encounter. The common story is one or two kids ringing the doorbell asking for something that will take them inside e.g. a glass of water or having to make a phone call. An easy and common enough request but something feels wrong about the kid(s). That's when they see the completely black eyes. A feeling of dread overcomes the person, knowing that if the kids enter the house something terrible will happen. At this point the person will kindly tell them no and close the door.

One of the creepiest paranormal beings if you ask me.
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I wonder if there's any stories of what happened once they're inside.
 
NotTheGuyYouKill said:
I wonder if there's any stories of what happened once they're inside.
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I've heard it once but I can't remember the exact details unfortunately. I'll try to keep it shot since I'm typing on my phone.

It's anecdotal, of course, and it's from an email sent to Mysterious Universe podcast. The sender tells them that her mom passed away quite suddenly alone in her own home. Her husband was out, doing the groceries or whatever. There wasn't any evidence of foul play, these things can happen when you're old, so there wasn't a police investigation.

It's months after her mother's passing that the person writing in connected the dots. She's interested in the paranormal and had heard of the BEK stories before and she suddenly realised that her mom had mentioned two nice kids helping her out in the garden shortly before that fateful day. "They had black eyes. It must be some medical condition." she said over the phone. Back then she didn't pay much attention to what her mother had said but now she immediately rang up her father asking about them. He confirmed it.They would help in the garden and were nice people.

The mother must have invited them in for a drink when he was out.


I hope I didn't completely butcher the story. I'll try to find it tomorrow
 
Baconsaurus Rex said:
I've heard it once but I can't remember the exact details unfortunately. I'll try to keep it shot since I'm typing on my phone.

It's anecdotal, of course, and it's from an email sent to Mysterious Universe podcast. The sender tells them that her mom passed away quite suddenly alone in her own home. Her husband was out, doing the groceries or whatever. There wasn't any evidence of foul play, these things can happen when you're old, so there wasn't a police investigation.

It's months after her mother's passing that the person writing in connected the dots. She's interested in the paranormal and had heard of the BEK stories before and she suddenly realised that her mom had mentioned two nice kids helping her out in the garden shortly before that fateful day. "They had black eyes. It must be some medical condition." she said over the phone. Back then she didn't pay much attention to what her mother had said but now she immediately rang up her father asking about them. He confirmed it.They would help in the garden and were nice people.

The mother must have invited them in for a drink when he was out.


I hope I didn't completely butcher the story. I'll try to find it tomorrow
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I also remember hearing this story on MU. Creepy stuff. Thanks for posting that link to that other BEK story above. The topic fascinates me.
 
I can't seem to find it on the site. If it was indeed from the mail segment, and I'm pretty sure it was, then it won't be in the shownotes. Instead I'll post some more BEK encounters below that I found while searching the site. I'd strongly advise listening to the podcast, it is excellent, if you're interested in science and the paranormal. Or you could just skip around until the BEK stories of course. For those who don't want to listen to the podcast, here are four of the BEK encounters.

Black-Eyed Kids in Kansas
It was warm for a December afternoon in Hutchinson, Kan., when Katie came home from work in 2008. Katie’s ride dropped her off across from her duplex, and as she stood in the street, her ride moving slowly away, she knew something wasn’t right.

“I noticed two boys standing in my driveway,” she said. “One had longer dark hair and the other had his hood up so I couldn't see him very well.”

The teenagers, about 15 or 16 years old, seemed to be watching her – Katie felt they were waiting for her. She steeled herself and walked nervously across the road toward her porch. The boys had lurked around her neighborhood for months, but they’d never been so bold as to stand this close to her home.

“I had seen them before, lingering in the yard, but they always left before I got out of my ride's car,” Katie said. “I had seen them late at night as well standing across the street when I would go outside to have an occasional late-night cigarette.”

But, although pangs of unease told her to run, their boldness angered her. She stopped and asked them why they were on her property.

“They told me they needed to use a phone and that the neighbors would not let them in,” she said. “That was when I noticed their eyes – they were coal black. Just black. No white and not even a hint of iris or pupil.”

Fear shot through her, but as evenly as she could, Katie told them she didn’t have a telephone. Katie walked up her porch steps and began to unlock her door when the boy in the hood spoke.

“He asked if they could come in for a glass of water,” she said. “I turned to look at them again thinking maybe my mind was playing tricks. But no, when I turned and looked into their eyes they were pitch black as the first time.”

These children with dead, black eyes had spoken softly to her, emotion and vocal inflection absent from their words. As she looked at these boys, whose long hair and hooded sweatshirts she felt hid more than skin, she knew she had to get away.

“I felt panicked and fearful but also very vulnerable and cold,” she said. “It was like I wanted to let them in but I knew there was evil present. I had felt uneasy before seeing their eyes but now it all came out.”

Then one boy said something that turned her fear into complete terror.

“The hooded one then told me they couldn't come in unless I told them it was OK and that they hoped I would because they were thirsty,” Katie said. “I opened my door and darted inside. At this point I shut the door and locked it.”

She dropped onto the couch, her breaths coming in short, heavy gasps, when something tapped on the window behind her head.

“One of the boys stood there staring through the glass,” Katie said. “I remember his words very clearly; ‘just let us in, miss. We aren't dangerous, we don't have anything to hurt you with.’ I was beyond frightened at this point.”

Katie jumped off the couch and ran through the duplex, checking doors and windows to make sure they were locked.

“I did wonder if they really couldn't come in unless invited but I didn't want to find out,” she said. “I sat in the living room silently waiting for a sign that they had gone.”

When her boyfriend came home a short time later, the black-eyed teens were still at the house.

“(He) asked if I knew who the two boys outside were and I said ‘no,’” Katie said. “He told me they had been standing in the driveway when he pulled up but walked away when he stepped out of the car.”

He didn’t notice the boys’ eyes, but “they gave him a strange feeling.”

Katie later asked her neighbors if the black-eyed children had asked to use their telephone like they had claimed. The neighbors noticed the teens standing in Katie’s driveway, but never spoke with them.

Although it’s been more than a year since Katie turned the black-eyed children from her door, she knows they’re still around.

“I still see them every now and then standing across the street watching,” she said. “But they have not approached again.”
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My husband, and our two-year-old son and I went to a used bookstore about two hours from our house in Tucson, Arizona this last Saturday (04/23/2011.) I followed my son as we walked back into the children's area.

He rounded the corner to the aisle with the books. I saw a girl stand, not moving, a little ways down the aisle staring in our direction. Then my husband walked up to us. As he came closer, she did as well, following behind him.

My son ran off toward a table and my husband followed. The girl walked up and got right next to me within inches, almost touching. I started to feel extremely uneasy and moved away to where my husband and son stood at the table. They were both looking down at a Mickey Mouse doll which I tried to talk to my son about.

As I was looking down, I saw movement coming up behind me out of the corner of my eye. It was the girl. I noticed her clothing looked from about the 1960s and she looked very out of place. She was also overdressed with multiple coats on in a normal temperature environment.

She walked in a circling pattern, with her head down in a predatory way, the way a panther stalks its prey. As I stared at her while, she walked slowly. I distinctly remember she did not make a sound when she moved. Which now I am thinking was odd, because she had a lot of clothing on and a bag with her.

Her eyes were all black, no whites of her eyes, no pupils. She stared coldly, devoid of emotion, and you could feel the evil radiating off of her. I remember as I made eye contact with her, I had the very distinct feeling that she was not human. I had a feeling that she was something evil in a human shell.

I felt the most amount of terror and most threatened I have ever felt. I also felt like I was the food at the bottom of the food chain and I was her next meal. I definitely had a fight-or-flight response after I was able to pull my eyes away from hers. I remember thinking I had to get away and I had to protect my family.

I tugged on my husband's shirt and grabbed my son and started to pull them away. My husband asked why; I said we need to just go. I remember thinking it was very important that she didn't know we were leaving because we were afraid of her. We went to the other side of the store (if we were smart we would have left immediately).

My husband walked off to electronics and my son and I stood in front of a bookshelf full of board games. There was an aisle right behind us for magazines. Then I heard a man that was leaning down toward my son say in a very low tone, "I see you... she can't hear you, but I can."

I didn't turn around; I was too scared. I grabbed my son and dashed away. I now believe he was one of the black-eyed people too and they were there together. I went to the car with my son and just felt this heaviness of evil that almost felt like it had stuck to me until I went to bed that night.
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I just wanted to share an experience I had a few nights ago. Most of you know that Im skeptical when it comes to things like these, and some of you even think Im a disinfo agent working for the government, lol, but I can assure you, that what Im about to write, did indeed occur.

Im not assuming these were black eyed kids, or are related to the paranormal in anyway, but there were sure a lot if things that were out of the ordinary and unusual.

About midnight a few days ago, thursday to be exact, I was simply relaxing aty home watching a few dvd's before heading to bed, when I was interupted by a knock at the door. As I normally do, I attempted to switch on the outdoor patio light, which (coveniently) blew up as i flicked the switch. Nevertheless I opened up the door.

There were 2 kids at the door. Both looked as though they were about 12 or 13. The first one, which decided to stand back off the porch, was short and wore a plain red tshirt and cargo shorts. I couldnt see much of him to honest, so I cant say too much about what he looked like. The second, who I assume knocked on the door was slightly taller than the first kid. and he wore a plain green tshirt, also with cargo shorts. He had medium length, black curly hair sitting under a plain (green) baseball cap. Due to the convenianatly "blown" light bulb, I also couldnt see him clearly as well. This was compounded by the fact that the street lights in my street were out (another wtf).

So, I opened the door and aked what they wanted. The first kid answered "Gday mate, we were just wondering if we could come in and get our kitten out of your backyard"

Now three things were odd about that immediately;

1. I've never had a 13 year old kid say to me "Gday mate" as a greeting. Usually its "Hi", or "hey"...never gday mate (it was like he was trying to be stereotypically Aussie)

2. His accent was weird. Half way between Australian and English...it appeared as though he was putting it on

3. When I was 13, I was not going around on weekdays at midnights (dont know about the rest of you)

Now considering the three points above, I was kind of taken back by the odd request, I said "Ok, I can go get it for you" to which he replied "No mate, we insist that we come get her, she gets really scared by strangers"

Again this was unusual

1. He called me mate again, in that weird accent

2. His claim about the cat didnt seem really...valid?

Now, this time, I actually considered letting them in, but that weirdness factor actually overcame that.

I asked him "how old are you buddy?" to which the one at the back replied, and I must say enthusiastically "16!" (he too had the same weird accent)" I said "you dont look 16"

The kid closest to the door started becoming a little tense, and changed the subject back "Look mate, we really need to come in and get our kitten" I was a bit shocked how his friendly tone turned hostile so quickly, so I replied "Look kid, if you are going to be rude, you wont be getting your kitten back". He apologised "Sorry mate, but please....we really need to get our cat". The other replied "Please, let us in"

Now I was becoming very suspicious of their intentions. A lot of stuff has been happening lately here in Australia, like assaults, home burglaries, where adults had been bashed by kids. Its becoming more frequent. So naturally my next instinct was to see (subtlely) if I could spot any concealed weapons. What happened next actually shocked me!

The first kid said "We dont have any weapons on us", dumbfounded, I almost responded "How did you know I was thinking that"...but changing the subject to avoid them becoming more suspicious, what I actually said is "Does your mother know you are out this late". He replied "Come on mate, just let us in our mother will get angry if we dont come home with the kitten"

By this time I had enough. I said "tell you what, give me your phone number and i will call your mum back tomorrow, and if I find the kitten I will bring it back", I almost, again, opened the door to give them a paper and pen, (there was paper an pen near the front door on a table, so I didnt have to leave the room) as I moved my hand to the door the kid stepped right up to the door.

This is where it turned from unusual to creepy. He had a really strange grin on his face, and I could have swore his eyes were completely black. That made me immediately jerk back from door

I said "Ok you need to get away from my front door, now" he answered "We are just kids, mate, let us get our kitten"

I replied "Leave now or Im calling the cops" Both the kids simply stared at me at that point. That really freaked me out and I had the sneaking suspicion that they wanted to do "something" to me. To show them i was serious, I turned back and grabbed my mobile phone, with the intention of making it look like I was serious about making a call to the cops, but when I turned back they were gone, just like that, so I shut the door. I had a bit of a desire to go out their and see where they went, but I also had a bad feeling about the events that juts occured. The whole thing lasted for about 2 and a half minutes, but it was the most bizzare thing thats ever happened to me.

Im not someone that has had lifetime experiences of being in contact with paranormal phenomena, and I beleive most the of that stuff is either rubbish or a case of mistaken identity. So, Im actually looking for an explanation to this.

Was it kids playing a prank with black contacts?

Has anyone had similar experiences? Would love to hear them
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Author’s note: This is a story about a man’s encounter with Black-Eyed Kids. “Noetic” is not his name; he asked for anonymity.

Although Noetic saw the teens as he stepped outside the Ohio data center where he worked, he wasn’t ready for what happened.

“It freaked me out,” Noetic said.

Noetic works as the weekend computer engineer from 11:30 p.m. to noon. While he works, he’s in the building alone, but has never felt uncomfortable until the weekend of July 31, 2010.

“Our building is pretty secure,” he said. “I have a camera display of our parking lot, both front and back, as well as the front doors and back which is all displayed on one of my monitors.”

However, he was outside when he saw the teens.

“There is a bar and a small plaza directly to the right of our building, and a small apartment complex across the street,” he said. “So it is not out of character to see someone walking through our lot going to the bar, or crossing the street to get to the apartments.”

But it was 5 a.m. As he stood outside the building and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the morning sky, he saw two teens around 14 to 16 years old standing in the parking lot of the plaza; the boys immediately frightened him.

“I had a bit of a unnerving feeling from them because from the moment I walked out from of the building all they appeared to do was stare me down,” he said. “I am sure this is a bit normal, five in the morning and a guy suddenly coming out of a quiet, empty building, perhaps I scared them a bit.”

Noetic stood at the door, smoking his cigarette, birds beginning to sing as the light of dawn grew around him.

“I smoked my cigarette while keeping a eye on them,” Noetic said. “I finished up and went back into the (building).”

Ten minutes later the intercom buzzed.

“I look over to the monitor and it's these two kids,” he said.

Noetic hit the intercom button and asked them what they wanted. One of the boys looked into the camera and beaconed Noetic to come to the front door.

“I hit the talk button and tell them I am busy I don't have time for games, they need to leave the property,” Noetic said. “Instead they just sort of hang on right in front of the door.”

Noetic tries to ignore the boys staring at him from the TV monitor, but he can’t. He goes to the lobby and looked at the boys through the front glass; the type of glass where people in the lobby can see out, but people outside can’t see in.

The boys were dressed like normal teens; shorts, dark hoodies, and tennis shoes.

“The one thing that set these kids apart from other kids, they had deep, completely black eyes,” he said. “This really set me back. I felt like as if they actually were able to see me.”

Noetic pushed open the lobby door, ready to tell the boys to leave or he would call the police. He never got the chance.

“One kid looked at me and said almost instantly, ‘That will not be necessary sir, we simply need to use your phone, can you let us in?’” Noetic said. “I do not let anyone in.”

When Noetic told the black-eyed teens to leave, they didn’t behave like normal teens.

“The one talking to me didn't like that one bit and went on to tell me, ‘No, you’re going to invite us in,’” Noetic said. “By this time, the other kid is just giving me this weird twisted little grin. Something was off. I almost instantly felt this. ‘Threatened’ is the best word I can use.”

The black-eyed teens stood their ground, waiting for Noetic to invite them in.

“I have never been at a loss for words, but at this point I actually was maybe even a bit taken by the kid’s bluntness,” he said.

Noetic again tells the boys he will call the police, pulls his cell phone from his pocket and closes the lobby door. He walks back to his desk and watches them on the monitors.

“The one ended up going to the back door and just stood there staring at the camera in the back while the other, who was talking to me, stared at the camera in the front,” Noetic said.

By this time it’s near 6 a.m. Noetic hit the intercom button and told them the police are on their way.

“He just smiles and tells me, ‘I need to use the phone, let us in,’” Noetic said.

Then the boys moved. They met behind the building and stepped into a blind spot in the security system, a spot from which there is no exit. They had disappeared from Noetic’s monitor.

“If you go in this blind spot, there is nowhere to go. You have to end up back on camera again,” Noetic said. “If they would have jumped the fence, I would have seen them on camera. I saw nothing.”

Noetic didn’t move from that spot until the police arrived. He sent the officers around to the blind spot, but the boys were gone.

“The few things that still stand out in my mind is those freaking eyes, how he talked and carried himself as well as just that weird, weird feeling,” Noetic said. “I best quoted from the movie The Crow, at the time talking to that kid, ‘I felt like a little worm on a big (expletive) hook.’”
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Thanks to everyone who is taking their time to write these stories. I love to go in and read a couple every night just to satisfy my strange need for a scare every now and then.
 
This is a completely serious story that happened to me. I really wish I was lying about this...but to this day I still have nightmares about it.

So it was the middle of the summer of 2012, and I was spending the afternoon at my uncle's grand old farmhouse in upstate New York (5 bedrooms, house was built in the early 1800s).


It's at the apple farm W.H. Walker & Son, in Clintondale, New York.

Here's a picture of the farmhouse:

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The rest of my family went shopping, so I was just there, on my laptop, sitting on the couch in the living room. It was extremely hot out, so all of the windows were shut and the central AC was on. All of a sudden, the open door to the living room SLAMS SHUT. It didn't just shut...it SLAMMED shut.

Naturally, that scared the hell out of me. I then proceeded to check the entire house. All of the windows were closed, there was no draft, no one was there...the doors were locked...I was alone. I also examined the door closely for any defects / tampering. Sure enough, the door was just a normal door. So after about 15 minutes of checking all over the house, I sat back down and went back on my laptop.

A few minutes later, the same door SLAMMED shut.

This time, I was pretty freaked out. But as I didn't believe in the paranormal / I'm not religious, I wanted to get to the bottom of this. So what do I do next? I watch the door very carefully from behind--where it was getting pushed. I stared at the door.

Sure enough, after five minutes the door slammed shut again.

I didn't feel any breeze. There was no draft. There was no presence. The door went from being completely still, to slamming shut, right in front of my own eyes.

After that incident, I was scared as FUCK. I immediately hopped in my car and met my family at the supermarket. When we all came back later that day, the door never did anything like that ever again.

I asked my uncle about probable causes, and he said that because the farmhouse was built in the early 1800s, many people have died in it. He was convinced that ghosts haunted the house.

And I believe him.
 
Aquamarine said:
I asked my uncle about probable causes, and he said that because the farmhouse was built in the early 1800s, many people have died in it. He was convinced that ghosts haunted the house.

And I believe him.
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See, this is where you lose me, there isn't a spot on earth where many people haven't died, over the course of human history (recorded or otherwise) we would be tripping over ghosts left and right.

Not saying "no ghosts" as I am agnostic, I don't have an agenda that way, just that the idea that a building being old = ghosts when the whole planet is essentially an "old building".
 
LOL, come on dude. My bedroom door "slams" shut on its own when the AC cycles on and off. You just perceive sounds as being louder than they really are when you're alone in a silent house. Your uncle was just messing with you.
 
I'm sorry for quoting myself, but I'd like to know what you think about my experience:

I had a very weird experience: it happened almost 10 years ago, in summer, when I was a kid, around 11 pm in the town where I live.
I was in the garden, playing with a friend. Suddenly she exclaimed "wow, look at the sky!": there was a triangular shaped object above the house. In a blink it was hovering above our heads, it was black with many yellow/red little lights and a big spinning sphere in the center. I remember this sphere vividly: there were two rotating liquids inside it, one yellow and the other one orange.
I also remember a deep, buzzing sound.
I ran to my house and started screaming "we must call the police and the journalists!" to my parents. They calmed me down, and I spent the rest of the night watching the sky.
It was a life-changing experience, and I still don't know what that object was.
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The one thing I don't like about the BEK stories is how there's always a point in the story when it's "And then I noticed their eyes... they were pitch black".

What? You didn't notice that right away? What were you doing, staring at the floor?

It ruins any credibility for me, so they're not as scary.

Edit: And no-one asks "Erm, why are your eyes pitch black?" They 'play along' with the scenario in each account. Maybe I'm being a kill joy here, but y'know...

Edit 2: "“I still see them every now and then standing across the street watching,” she said." - Then take a photo! Unless...
 
SteveWD40 said:
See, this is where you lose me, there isn't a spot on earth where many people haven't died, over the course of human history (recorded or otherwise) we would be tripping over ghosts left and right.

Not saying "no ghosts" as I am agnostic, I don't have an agenda that way, just that the idea that a building being old = ghosts when the whole planet is essentially an "old building".
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Not really. The America's were very sparsely populated until relatively recently. And the reports of hauntings do tend to spike in the older more densely populated areas. That could be explained simply by the fact that more people = more reports on average, but it's something to think about.

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LOL, come on dude. My bedroom door "slams" shut on its own when the AC cycles on and off. You just perceive sounds as being louder than they really are when you're alone in a silent house. Your uncle was just messing with you.
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Eh.. depends on the position of the door. For the AC to have that effect (same effect can be achevied by another door in the house being opened or closed) the door he was watching would have to be nearly closed to begin with. He doesn't really specify the position of the door. That's the key to debunking with the Air Pressure theory.

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The one thing I don't like about the BEK stories is how there's always a point in the story when it's "And then I noticed their eyes... they were pitch black".

What? You didn't notice that right away? What were you doing, staring at the floor?

It ruins any credibility for me, so they're not as scary.

Edit: And no-one asks "Erm, why are your eyes pitch black?" They 'play along' with the scenario in each account. Maybe I'm being a kill joy here, but y'know...

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I really don't know much about BEK's. At least.. the stories seem much more like creepypasta as I really hadn't heard anything about them before the internet boom and all of the stories seem to be spread through the internet. I will say though, that well written BEK stories always seem to put the intended victim in a situation where looking someone in the eye would be more difficult. It's through a peephole or a security camera or from across a street. I think I've only heard of one story where the victim was close enough to see their eyes.. and of course that person died mysteriously in the story.
 
Only "paranormal" thing I can think of right now is about me and my cousin seeing something weird many years ago at my grandparent's house.

We were playing outside on the front yard of the house when my cousin asked "can you see that?" and points way up in the sky NW of the house. It took me a moment to realize what my cousin was pointing at, it looked like a large and long triangle shaped object floating in the sky (like a box of toblerone with round edges, heh) with no wings or anything, just a solid object from what we could tell.

We both stared at it for a while trying to figure out what it was and when we both took our eyes off of it for a moment (before this one of us was always watching at it when one of us looked around to see if anyone was nearby that we could show it to) to look at each other and looked back it was gone. We got pretty excited about and ran back inside to pretty much tell everyone about it only to get shrugged. We forgot all about it ourselves too.

About 4 or 5 days later when me my brother and my cousin were watching TV in the living room (still at my grandparents house) with my dad reading a newspaper in the same room (we told him about the "flying object" when we saw it) he notions me and my cousin to "come look at this". There was an article in the newspaper about a fisherman and people in a city (about 100km away) describing the exact same thing we saw, a long triangle shaped object floating in the sky, even the date they saw it on matched ours.

(sorry about the horrible writing :P , got a bit of a headache and can't think straight anymore)



There's a few other events I recalled while writing this post but I'll save them for later, one is pretty similar to that "empty city" story a page or two ago and another one about the lights in an abandoned/unused farmhouse right next to our house turning on by themselves while we were about to go to bed.

I'm far from a superstitious person though, I mostly read this thread to entertain myself and felt like sharing a story or two.
 
Aldebaran said:
I'm sorry for quoting myself, but I'd like to know what you think about my experience:
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This triangle shaped UFO occurrence isn't anything new. One flew over the area I live back in 2000. Around 1999-2003, this object was spotted all over the world.

Be fortunate that you were able to witness this UFO. I was never a believer, until I saw one myself in 1997, and its changed my life. Sounds like the same has been done to you.
 
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The one thing I don't like about the BEK stories is how there's always a point in the story when it's "And then I noticed their eyes... they were pitch black".

What? You didn't notice that right away? What were you doing, staring at the floor?

It ruins any credibility for me, so they're not as scary.

Edit: And no-one asks "Erm, why are your eyes pitch black?" They 'play along' with the scenario in each account. Maybe I'm being a kill joy here, but y'know...

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This is why the stories do nothing for me, too.
 
Jest Chillin said:
Not really. The America's were very sparsely populated until relatively recently. And the reports of hauntings do tend to spike in the older more densely populated areas. That could be explained simply by the fact that more people = more reports on average, but it's something to think about.
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Ok, but America isn't the World. London for example has been densely populated since the 6th Century (and before when the Romans were about), a thousand years of people dying, the plague, the fire...

There would be ghosts meeting people off the tube.
 
SteveWD40 said:
Ok, but America isn't the World. London for example has been densely populated since the 6th Century (and before when the Romans were about), a thousand years of people dying, the plague, the fire...

There would be ghosts meeting people off the tube.
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Well again, there are considerably more reports of "ghost" activity in areas of the world that have been populated for much longer. So it does fit your logic in that sense. The thing about "ghost" phenomena is that it can't really be scientifically verified so there will always be this disconnect of those who believe through experience and those who don't.

As for "ghosts meeting people off the tube," the general consensus in the believer community is that Ghosts just aren't visible/detectable to the living the vast majority of the time. It takes tremendous energy for them TO show. So, if that theory were to be believed, then we could easily be surrounded by spirits all the time and just not know it.

Obviously the explanation seems convenient and there's currently nothing scientific to support it but there a plenty of things that have been scientifically proven in other fields that until the point they were proven, would've been just as unexplainable. So.. we end up with the status quo. Those that have experienced "ghostly" things believe.. and those that haven't don't (and rightly so).

I personally don't think that people on the whole, should write off the possibility of the existence of Ghosts though every report or story should be approached with a healthy amount of skepticism.
 
Jest Chillin said:
As for "ghosts meeting people off the tube," the general consensus in the believer community is that Ghosts just aren't visible/detectable to the living the vast majority of the time. It takes tremendous energy for them TO show. So, if that theory were to be believed, then we could easily be surrounded by spirits all the time and just not know it.
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Well this is where I feel we are applying laws / logic to something illogical. If they can slam doors why are they not moving things around in populated areas all the time?

Anyway, I don't want to derail this awesome thread, you make some good points after all.
 
I just moved into my in-laws house over the weekend (saving for our own house). Their place has always had strange ghost-like events happen.

Well last night, our first night sleeping there we had 1 event happen. Another the night earlier.

The first, I was in my kids room putting my son to sleep. My daughter was already down, my son was nearly asleep. I'm standing up, he has a bunk-like bed, his bed up top, a fort below. So I'm standing up tucking him in. My daughter is next to us in her crib sleeping... the room is hard wood floor. Its about 8:30pm, all other family are downstairs watching TV.. I'm alone upstairs with the kids.

As I'm very quietly standing still and tucking the blanket around my son, I hear the floor creek in the room.. sort of near the door. I look over towards the door, it moved open about 4-5 more inches.. then I flat out hear footsteps on the wood floor.. step, creek, step, creeeek. The room gets pretty cold immediately and every hair on my body stands up. In the past I've heard footsteps upstairs, so I knew something or someone would often walk around. Now I was there in the room with some"thing". Anyways, my kids put me into fight or flight mode and I didn't hesitate. I spoke very audibly into the room, "Whoever you are, you are not welcome here. This is your final warning to leave, never bother my children again." My son was asleep still but my family heard me talking very loudly and came upstairs.. they asked if I heard the footsteps and I just looked at them and they realized who I was talking to. By then, the room temp had returned to normal.

I slept on the lower fort part of my sons bunk bed that night to keep a close eye.

The second event happened the night before. We were moving stuff in and my son was taking a bath in the next room. He was playing with his toys in a low amount of water and we were listening to him. At some point he was quiet and that was odd, so we stuck our head in the bathroom to check on him. He was just sitting there with a blank stare on his face. My wife asked him, "Whats wrong Logan?" He's 3 and talking mostly so he looked at us and said, "The lady isn't scary." Yep, I knew then .. my wife knew but we asked anyways.. "What lady?" He said, "The lady that smells like a rose."

Its my mother in-laws mom, she always wore a rose perfume and it can very rarely (once a year or so) be smelled near the foot of their stairs.

I'm going to be living there for 1 year while we save for a house. I should have tons more stuff to report in this thread between now and then lol
 
alphaNoid said:
I just moved into my in-laws house over the weekend (saving for our own house). Their place has always had strange ghost-like events happen.

Well last night, our first night sleeping there we had 1 event happen. Another the night earlier.

The first, I was in my kids room putting my son to sleep. My daughter was already down, my son was nearly asleep. I'm standing up, he has a bunk-like bed, his bed up top, a fort below. So I'm standing up tucking him in. My daughter is next to us in her crib sleeping... the room is hard wood floor. Its about 8:30pm, all other family are downstairs watching TV.. I'm alone upstairs with the kids.

As I'm very quietly standing still and tucking the blanket around my son, I hear the floor creek in the room.. sort of near the door. I look over towards the door, it moved open about 4-5 more inches.. then I flat out hear footsteps on the wood floor.. step, creek, step, creeeek. The room gets pretty cold immediately and every hair on my body stands up. In the past I've heard footsteps upstairs, so I knew something or someone would often walk around. Now I was there in the room with some"thing". Anyways, my kids put me into fight or flight mode and I didn't hesitate. I spoke very audibly into the room, "Whoever you are, you are not welcome here. This is your final warning to leave, never bother my children again." My son was asleep still but my family heard me talking very loudly and came upstairs.. they asked if I heard the footsteps and I just looked at them and they realized who I was talking to. By then, the room temp had returned to normal.

I slept on the lower fort part of my sons bunk bed that night to keep a close eye.

The second event happened the night before. We were moving stuff in and my son was taking a bath in the next room. He was playing with his toys in a low amount of water and we were listening to him. At some point he was quiet and that was odd, so we stuck our head in the bathroom to check on him. He was just sitting there with a blank stare on his face. My wife asked him, "Whats wrong Logan?" He's 3 and talking mostly so he looked at us and said, "The lady isn't scary." Yep, I knew then .. my wife knew but we asked anyways.. "What lady?" He said, "The lady that smells like a rose."

Its my mother in-laws mom, she always wore a rose perfume and it can very rarely (once a year or so) be smelled near the foot of their stairs.

I'm going to be living there for 1 year while we save for a house. I should have tons more stuff to report in this thread between now and then lol
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Holy shit
 
My grandparents were given land in Washington by their parents who got it from theirs so it has been in the family for a long time. It is a nice wooded area and about 1 time every 2 years we go camping there.

A couple years back my grandmother and grandfather(passed) informed my mom that they had started noticing strange things at the campsite. Stuff moved around, smells and so forth. We assumed it was perhaps someone(homeless maybe) sleeping in the area. 3 months later we went up and stayed with them. There were about 20 people there. Relatives, family reunion style.

My cousin and I spent a good deal of time along the trails and in the back woods. We found an old lumber yard/mill that my great great grandfather had owned. The roof had fallen down over the tools and so we spent an hour or so looking around. Half a dozen times I kept asking what the sweet smell was. It was really odd. Like almost a chemical sweetness mixed with fresh cut logs(assumed it was because we were in the woods)
It was almost dark and we turned to leave.

There was an older short man standing in the trail staring at us. He had odd glasses and a weird looking shirt and a tool belt on.
Just fucking staring at us.
As we walked up the trail I said hi twice and he never responded so we thought maybe we had gone off my grandparents land and the dude was pissed. So we tried to hurry passed him. He kept watching us. And as we passed him he said. "Mine."

I apologized and I stopped and my cousin said. "We thought this was his grandparents land.
"This place is mine." He said it really forcibly. The look he gave us scared the shit out of us. We assumed he meant the mill.
I said sorry and we moved back up the trail.

My grandparents were sitting there with friends around a fire and we told the story.
My grandfather was pretty upset and said that the mill wasn't some random person's it was his and his grandpas and so forth. He thought it was a squatter. I said well the guy seemed to think it was his.
Then my cousin said, "It looks like he thinks its his because he was wearing a workbelt and looked like he was rebuilding it or something."

My grandpa gets up walks to his camper and comes out about 10 minutes later. Workbelt in hand. It looked identical and he had a picture and asked if this was the man. It was. It was exactly that person. The strange thing was the workbelt was sewn into a strange leather shirt. My grandpa said that it was something that people at the mill would wear to stop splinters and cuts from tools and so forth when moving lumber. It was super heavy leather and it was identical to what the man had been wearing. My grandpa said he used it fairly often when working or on the trucks after his grandfather has given it to him.

My grandpa said. "That is a picture of your great grandfather. He owned the mill." It was crazy. I am pretty good with faces. That was the fucking guy. I mean no two god damned ways about it.

My grandpa was very solid, worked all his life, he saw some strange shit while in WW2 and told me about it, and his handling of this was somewhat the same. He put the picture back and sat back down and people kept talking about it. But I got the opinion my grandpa just didn't want to talk about it at all. It seemed like he might have wondered if that was the cause of the stuff they had called us about a couple months before.
As kids we all sat around and were scared and talked about it. To us it was a big deal but to everyone else it wasn't as odd I guess.

We all went to bed.
About 3am my grandmother starts WAILING at the top of her lungs. The dogs begin barking and growling and I hear my grandpa hell "Son of a bitch!"
We run out and the entire place smells like cut lumber and that smell at the mill.

My grandma is freaking out my grandpa is pretty shaken and my mom is now as well. I keep asking what is wrong and my grandpa says that he woke up in the trailer to see someones outline standing on the steps of his trailer(the type that sit on the back of trucks) and he swore what woke them up was the sound of the shocks of the truck hit their stoppers. He said that the entire trailer was bent down like something huge had stood on the step. When grandma yelled he said the shadow moved and the camper jumped as if all the weight had been removed. He also said that his dad and granddad always smelled just like that smell and the sweet smell was an old tobacco smell that his dad and granddad smelled like every time they would come home from work.

After all this most of us couldn't sleep. My grandpa said that this was only the 2nd time he had remembered to take the workbelt up to the campsite with him in the last few trips.

I have had 3 things very strange happen to me so I didn't really second guess it. We all left the next morning and grandpa just never took the belt back with him to the campsite.

My mom told me just this last Christmas that almost every single person at that family reunion had some weird experience on that land(it was a place we could all camp) and through the years it was already pretty much assumed it was one of the grandparents but no one had ever seen anyone. Just weird things like the smell, things being moved and so on.
 
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