Ash Sparrow
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wtf is that
demonofdeathvalley
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I've done some investigations over the years with my team and some of the stuff I've captured and heard and seen is just insane..
I swore as a child the house i grew up in was haunted and the chance to investigate the house came about so we rigged up our gear and caught some incredible evidence
I swore as a child the house i grew up in was haunted and the chance to investigate the house came about so we rigged up our gear and caught some incredible evidence
TindalosPup
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I live in one of the oldest states/ colonized areas in the U.S. (Massachusetts), each town has at least one ghost story
I've personally experienced things linked to this story hiking the mountain her mother allegedly lost it on, like the calls of Native Americans (the article I copied and pasted doesn't mention the fact that she mutilated Natives she encountered while she was wondering the mountain thinking they had her daughter), hearing the name Lucy spoken on the wind, and my old mp3 player glitching to an oddly specific part of a song "... look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree, can you find me?...")
These were the biggest ones I grew up around, not to mention Lizzie Borden, Worcester State Hospital, the Salem Witch trials, etc.
My state is a hot bed for the paranormal, and I love it
On April 14th 1755, Martha Keyes had sent her eldest daughters, Patty and Anna, to collect sand from the banks of Wachusett Lake, a mile from their family’s home. Sand was a common scrubbing agent in those days. Younger sister Lucy Keyes, just four years and eight months old, attempted to follow her elder sisters to the lake and although she began her pursuit on the right trail, she never caught up with them and was never seen again.
The townspeople created search parties, and even drained the lake, but came up empty-handed. Lucy’s mother, Martha scoured the woods, calling for her. Night after night, she searched the woods. Her grief overwhelmed her, driving her to near insanity. She died in 1786 never knowing what happened to her daughter. Robert Keyes was driven to near poverty in his efforts to find daughter Lucy, selling portions of land and even petitioning the government for financial assistance in 1765.
There are a few theories as to what could have happened to little Lucy. The first of these centres around a mountainside neighbor of the Keyes family called Tilly Littlejohn. According to an 1827 written by Littlejohn which is now in possession of Cornell University, the letter is a deathbed confession to the brutal murder of the little girl whose father he had quarrelled with over property lines. When he spotted Lucy Keyes wandering in the woods all alone, he struck her head with a rock several times killing her, and then concealed her body in a hollow log and went home. He joined the search party but as the townspeople were thoroughly combing the woods, he began to fear that Lucy’s body may be discover.
Littlejohn retrieved her body and reburied it under a fallen tree, placing stones and dead leaves over it, and in a further attempt to conceal his crime built a fire over. In a further attempt to shift suspicion away from himself, he claimed to have seen some Indians in the area and suggested they may have taken little Lucy keyes. Lucy’s body was never found even after the discovery of the letter.
The second theory, regarded by many locals as the most probable, suggests that a nearby Native American tribe captured and fostered the lost little girl. Reports say that many years later, two travellers came across a white woman living among a tribe near the Canadian border who knew little to no English, but recalled once living near what she called “Chusett Hill”. Wachusett is classified as a mountain but looks more like a hill. It was never confirmed whether the girl was Lucy or not.
A third possibility is that a number of things could have happened to a young girl alone in the woods, Lucy was only four years old at the time of disappearance. She could have been attack by wild animals for instance, the only obvious problem with this theory is there was no trace of her found. If she was killed by animals there would be tracks, blood, pieces of her clothing, or something left behind for someone to find.
It is believed Lucy and her heartbroken mother Martha still haunt the area that they used to live on in Wachusett Mountain. To this day, locals claim to hear Martha calling for her daughter in the woods and report seeing unexplained child-sized footprints in the snow.
The townspeople created search parties, and even drained the lake, but came up empty-handed. Lucy’s mother, Martha scoured the woods, calling for her. Night after night, she searched the woods. Her grief overwhelmed her, driving her to near insanity. She died in 1786 never knowing what happened to her daughter. Robert Keyes was driven to near poverty in his efforts to find daughter Lucy, selling portions of land and even petitioning the government for financial assistance in 1765.
There are a few theories as to what could have happened to little Lucy. The first of these centres around a mountainside neighbor of the Keyes family called Tilly Littlejohn. According to an 1827 written by Littlejohn which is now in possession of Cornell University, the letter is a deathbed confession to the brutal murder of the little girl whose father he had quarrelled with over property lines. When he spotted Lucy Keyes wandering in the woods all alone, he struck her head with a rock several times killing her, and then concealed her body in a hollow log and went home. He joined the search party but as the townspeople were thoroughly combing the woods, he began to fear that Lucy’s body may be discover.
Littlejohn retrieved her body and reburied it under a fallen tree, placing stones and dead leaves over it, and in a further attempt to conceal his crime built a fire over. In a further attempt to shift suspicion away from himself, he claimed to have seen some Indians in the area and suggested they may have taken little Lucy keyes. Lucy’s body was never found even after the discovery of the letter.
The second theory, regarded by many locals as the most probable, suggests that a nearby Native American tribe captured and fostered the lost little girl. Reports say that many years later, two travellers came across a white woman living among a tribe near the Canadian border who knew little to no English, but recalled once living near what she called “Chusett Hill”. Wachusett is classified as a mountain but looks more like a hill. It was never confirmed whether the girl was Lucy or not.
A third possibility is that a number of things could have happened to a young girl alone in the woods, Lucy was only four years old at the time of disappearance. She could have been attack by wild animals for instance, the only obvious problem with this theory is there was no trace of her found. If she was killed by animals there would be tracks, blood, pieces of her clothing, or something left behind for someone to find.
It is believed Lucy and her heartbroken mother Martha still haunt the area that they used to live on in Wachusett Mountain. To this day, locals claim to hear Martha calling for her daughter in the woods and report seeing unexplained child-sized footprints in the snow.
I've personally experienced things linked to this story hiking the mountain her mother allegedly lost it on, like the calls of Native Americans (the article I copied and pasted doesn't mention the fact that she mutilated Natives she encountered while she was wondering the mountain thinking they had her daughter), hearing the name Lucy spoken on the wind, and my old mp3 player glitching to an oddly specific part of a song "... look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree, can you find me?...")
The old Quaker cemetery in Leicester, MA, is officially called The Friends Cemetery, but to locals it will always be known as Spider Gates. According to legend, it's a gateway to hell; pass through the right (or wrong) entry, and you'll find yourself in the underworld.
The chilling stories don't stop there. People say you can summon spirits from their graves, and that a point in the center of the cemetery was used as an altar for Satanic worship. Sometimes, a mysterious white substance oozes from the ground. Human tragedies mark Spider Gate, too; a young girl was supposedly murdered and dismembered in a nearby cave, and a teenage boy may have hanged himself at the cemetery gate back in the 1980s
The chilling stories don't stop there. People say you can summon spirits from their graves, and that a point in the center of the cemetery was used as an altar for Satanic worship. Sometimes, a mysterious white substance oozes from the ground. Human tragedies mark Spider Gate, too; a young girl was supposedly murdered and dismembered in a nearby cave, and a teenage boy may have hanged himself at the cemetery gate back in the 1980s
These were the biggest ones I grew up around, not to mention Lizzie Borden, Worcester State Hospital, the Salem Witch trials, etc.
My state is a hot bed for the paranormal, and I love it
teezzy
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When i was a kid, I had a ceramic clown on a swing hanging from my ceiling in the corner by the windows in my bedroom.
I had a birthday party once, so this was like February 1998-ish, but hand to my heart, me and my friends were taking turns playing some video game or another in my bedroom, then both myself and two other kids distinctly saw the clown turn his head. Head was straight forward and suddenly on an angle. We ran out of the room screaming like little dipshits. I forced my dad to throw the clown away in the trash bin outside of the house. That clowns head had turned askew. Creepy stuff. Logically, I don't see how this was possible, but that house always had eerie vibes. As I aged into my teens and starting having gfs, one of 'em always noted just how 'off' she always felt in the hallway there. I'd always felt the same exact way. I used to take a lot of photographs as a kid with this camera where it would print out little stickers of the photos you took. There were often weird orbs or like black spots and stuff in the photographs. Maybe just a bad camera, but idk, something about it makes me wonder.
I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in parallel dimensions and whatnot. I feel something was weird about that house at the time. As an adult, I don't feel it any longer, but there's still a very tense vibe there whenever I visit my 'rents.
I had a birthday party once, so this was like February 1998-ish, but hand to my heart, me and my friends were taking turns playing some video game or another in my bedroom, then both myself and two other kids distinctly saw the clown turn his head. Head was straight forward and suddenly on an angle. We ran out of the room screaming like little dipshits. I forced my dad to throw the clown away in the trash bin outside of the house. That clowns head had turned askew. Creepy stuff. Logically, I don't see how this was possible, but that house always had eerie vibes. As I aged into my teens and starting having gfs, one of 'em always noted just how 'off' she always felt in the hallway there. I'd always felt the same exact way. I used to take a lot of photographs as a kid with this camera where it would print out little stickers of the photos you took. There were often weird orbs or like black spots and stuff in the photographs. Maybe just a bad camera, but idk, something about it makes me wonder.
I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in parallel dimensions and whatnot. I feel something was weird about that house at the time. As an adult, I don't feel it any longer, but there's still a very tense vibe there whenever I visit my 'rents.
Prison Mike
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Slings and Arrows
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Ash Sparrow
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Great stories guys, better than I expected starting this thread. I'm reminded of the house I grew up in as a kid, thinking of writing a book about it. It starts with my family moving from the south, my uncle buying this big house. Should have known something was funny when the checks my uncle started sending to the person he bought the house from started bouncing back to him. Dun dun dun.
The Clown story reminds me of one night me and my brother were in bed, as we shared a bed at that age, I had gotten a rocking horse as a gift. My brother and I wake up at exactly the same time in the middle of the night. No wind in the room, we see the horse rocking back and forth with glowing eyes. Man in the morning had my parents put that horse in the basement. The creepiest things ever in my life was twice recording stuff speaking. bringing in a reverend who was a friend of the family.
The Clown story reminds me of one night me and my brother were in bed, as we shared a bed at that age, I had gotten a rocking horse as a gift. My brother and I wake up at exactly the same time in the middle of the night. No wind in the room, we see the horse rocking back and forth with glowing eyes. Man in the morning had my parents put that horse in the basement. The creepiest things ever in my life was twice recording stuff speaking. bringing in a reverend who was a friend of the family.