Haunted Restaurant?

[calulu]

Not exactly a ghost story per se but something very weird and paranormal that happened to me once. My kids were 14 years old, 3 years old and a new born and we were all in my compact car sitting at a stop sign here in our town waiting for a break in traffic so we could turn. I heard an audible voice say insistently, "Back up NOW NOW!!" and I just obeyed instantly without questioning who was speaking to me. An 18 Wheeler truck came barreling through right where my car had just been and we would have all been crushed to death in our small Honda had I not obeyed the voice and backed up. Later I asked my 14 year old daughter why she'd told me to back up and she didn't know what I was talking about. she never heard the voice.

To this day I don't know what happened, if it was a ghost, a deceased family member, an angel or my own mind but whatever it was it saved 4 lives that day. I was shaken up for months afterwards.

[Misanthropical]

calulu, you reminded me of a few stories. When my oldest son was a new born I would bring him into bed with me to nurse and when he was done I would put him back in his crib. Anyway, I had fallen asleep after putting him in his crib and went to turn over when I felt an adult hand stop me from rolling over. I thought it was weird that my husband would do that, considering he was snoring and I didn't feel him moving on the bed.

So, I look over to where I would have rolled over to and saw that my husband had gotten the baby out of his crib and put him into bed with us. I would have rolled over right on top of the baby if I hadn't been stopped.

I looked at my husband and he had his back towards me and couldn't have been the one who pushed me. I knew it wasn't the baby, because his hands were too small. I have no idea who made sure I didn't roll over on him.

Another time, I was getting ready to put the baby in his crib when a sudden fear gripped me, a fear that if I did put him in his crib he would not wake up. I thought how silly and was getting ready to get up to put him in his crib again, but that same fear overwhelmed me. I don't know if it would have happened or not, since I kept him in bed with us that night.

When my daughter was 6 years old and at school (which was a good three miles away) I heard her voice yelling "MOMMY!" "MOMMY!" I looked around thinking it might be another child outside, but no one was outside. I found out later that at the time I heard her call me, she was actually calling me, because she had gotten hurt on the playground.

Now, here is something really out there, but I use to have a dress that every time I wore it something bad would happen, not anything huge, just little things would go wrong. I finally had it after about 6 months of having something happen when I wore it, so I threw it out. Yeah, I know it sounds crazy.

[Supermarket Slave Girl]

I have something similar.

It was a beautiful day back in 1996, sunny, warm and not a breath of wind. I was 16 years old and I was walking to school, I stopped at a crossing and pushed the button and waited for the walk signal.

When the little red man turned green I took two steps out onto the road when a massive gust of wind knocked me back onto the sidewalk and flat on my backside.

As I was being flung back a car that ran a red light flew past me doing at least 100kms in a 60 zone, if I kept walking I would have been dead before I hit the ground.

I'm very thankful for whoever looked after me that day. (oh, and after I was safely back on the sidewalk, the wind completley dissapeared)

[Misanthropical]

*HUGE BUMP* Come on people! It's almost October, so where are the ghost stories? I'll dance around in my pajamas if you guys promise to tell more true ghost stories!

Okay, so another one of mine. When I was a little girl I had a baby sitter that I lived with for awhile, because my parents drove truck across country. Anyway, there one room that terrified me! Every time I went into that room I could hear, but not see a couple arguing and yelling at each other. If I had to go into that room I would cry and shake with fear, but my baby sitter thought it was all in my imagination and I was being a drama queen. She locked me in there once to prove I was making it up or something, I don't really remember why she locked me in there.

As soon as I walked in the arguing and screaming couple started up and I was crying and begging her to let me out. She finally did after I wet my pants with fear.

Now, I had grown up with the "gift" or "curse" depending on what is going on, so I don't know why the arguing couple I couldn't see scared me so bad.

[Misanthropical]

Okay, if you people aren't going to tell some real ghost stories I will have to tell more of mine. Oh, and forget about the pajama dance!

Ethan (our resident spirit) has been very active today. I think he wants attention. After everyone went to bed I kept hearing a soft pinging noise coming from my husband's desk. He doesn't own anything that could make that noise. Plus, when I started to get up to go see if I could find out where it was coming from exactly it would stop, it would start up again when I sat back down at my desk.

Also, around 2 AM I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom off of master bedroom and heard a door being slammed LOUDLY, it felt like it shook the house.

I ran out the second I heard it to see if one of the children did it and to ask why they did it. I look and all the doors are open, just like they were when the children went to bed. The children were all still asleep and I know they weren't faking being asleep. I still haven't figured out how anyone could sleep through all that noise.

I'm downstairs now and keep hearing what sounds like small pieces of paper being wadded up from the kitchen and my DH's desk.

If you guys are sick of my stories just say so and I will stop posting them.

[Antisocial_Worker]

If you guys are sick of my stories just say so and I will stop posting them.

I'm certainly not sick of your stories. Here on my end of the nation, however, I'm a little weirded out because for the first time in my life, I'm living in a place that isn't haunted. On the one hand it's rather refreshing. On the other hand, it's just not normal to come home, look up the stairs, and not see a head floating at the top, which was a not-uncommon occurrence at my old apartment.

[Eireann]

A FLOATING HEAD??????

You MUST provide details!

[Misanthropical]

hauntedheadnc, my children and I attract spirits, it's like we are a beacon to them. So, even if we did move into a house with no spirits or ghosts, we would eventually have one or two decide to move in with us.

When I was studying under a Shaolin monk, he told me I was blessed because I straddle two worlds. The world of the living and the world of the dead. I told him that sometimes it doesn't feel like a blessing and feels more like a curse.

Ethan (our resident spirit) decided one night to play with the blinds behind me when I was trying to sleep, so I said "KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" and he hasn't done it since.

He use to like to freak out the little guy. The little guy and I were sitting at the table having a snack and we both watched the little guy's glass of milk slide across the table and spill all over the floor. The table was not wet and not sitting at an angle.

The little guy started crying (he was only 6 at the time) and said "mommy, I didn't do it! I didn't spill my milk! The invisible man did it" The little guy used to call Ethan the invisible man, till we named our spirit awhile back.

I told the little guy I knew it wasn't his fault and could he help me clean it up.

I finally had it with Ethan messing with the little guy, so one day when all the children were at school I yelled at Ethan that he was more than welcome to stay IF he stopped messing with the little guy, if he decided to keep messing with my son I would banish him from the house and he should not make the mistake of thinking I couldn't do it. Now, we all live together in peace for the most part.

Ethan does like to play with the little guy's leggos, so when the little guy is at school and I go into his room his leggos will all be in a certain order. When I go in again later they will be in a different order.

He likes to move things around and then put them in a spot we have looked in 5 times before.

[Antisocial_Worker]

A FLOATING HEAD??????

You MUST provide details!

Oh, it was simple. We'd come home, look up the stairs and see a woman's face looking back from the top. Then she'd disappear. This is the same apartment where an arm reached past one of my roommates to open a kitchen cabinet when he was the only person in the kitchen, and where we saw a the ghost of a white cat cruise out of a bedroom and go down the stairs. I say cruise because it didn't have any legs and just seemed to float.

[Supermarket Slave Girl]

We must keep this thread alive, it's awesome!

Anyway, a few years ago i was packing the kids lunch boxes for school when i turned around to grab the apples, when i turned back to put them in the lunch boxes they had disappeared.

The girls were watching t.v at the time so i asked them where they put them and they swore black and blue that they had not touched them. I searched for those bloody lunch boxes for half an hour and it was getting close to the time we had to leave for school, i walked back into the kitchen and said out loud "Could you please return the lunch boxes, the girls need to go to school now"

When i turned around there they were on the counter where i had left them.

Real pain in the butt that ghost was.

[SilverOrb]

Ok, here is a few of my stories from the haunted house we lived in.

1.

The house we were living in had three bedrooms. My bedroom was in the front corner of the house, in what was obviously once a sitting room. It had double glass french doors (this link shows basically what I am talking about, the second pic almost exactly looks like the doors leading to the rest of the house) I was a little girl, so I wanted privacy. We ended up hanging sheets over the glass of the door.
The light from the street made an outline on the sheet of the windows from the front of the house. Starting the very first night, framed in the shadow of the window was a silhouette of a man's head.
We are not talking some blob that vaguely looked like a head. This was a VERY detailed side view. You could see the flare of the lips, the bump of curls on the head, even the slight curve of the eye. This was there every night for a week.
At first I thought it was someone outside. Nope, no one there. I figured out what window the shadow was from, and there was only one small branch in the window, nothing that could have made the shadow. No dolls (everything was on the floor) not a darn thing.
After 2 weeks of this, I was terrified to sleep in my room. Before I went to bed that night, I said "Please stop making a shadow on my curtain. You are scaring me!"
That night, the shadow was a side view of a skeleton with no nose and sockets for eyes. But following that night, no shadows.

2.

My mother, brother, and I were watching tv, while my aunt was in her basement room. All of a sudden, we heard a scream (CLEARLY coming from inside the house), followed by "Help me! Help me! Oh God! Help me!" We all looked at each other and then bolted downstairs. My Aunt hadn't even HEARD it. At the volume the scream was at, if it was anything natural she WOULD have heard it. And before you ask, she was just quietly reading, and we were not watching a show with screaming in it. Besides, sounded to me like the scream was coming from the landing to the basement...

3.

We had a fairly bad fire in our basement at that house. My mother decided to go back in for the cats (who were already outside and ok). She went down INTO the basement where the fire was, then stumbled back upstairs. She was coughing and having trouble breathing. When she got to the dining room (about 20 ft from the front door, she started to pass out. That's when she felt something lift her, feet just off the ground, take her to the front door, and give her a push out the front door. (she needed some med attention and her shoes were destroyed, but otherwise was fine)

4.

Last one, I promise- I was in my mother's new place, just me and my brother were there. I then heard a distinct, clear voice say "kittyyyyyy". It sounded like an old, worn down woman, but my brother in the next room did not hear it, and no other female was there.

Sorry for the threadjack, but y'all wanted stories!

[Misanthropical]

SilverOrb, I enjoyed reading your story and didn't think it was off topic at all.

When we lived in our last house, the little guy always spoke of the dark man who would watch him play with his toys in his room. I thought at first he meant that a real man was looking in the window at him and I freaked a bit, since there had been a bunch of robberies going on in the neighborhood. He told me no, that the man would actually walk through the wall and watch him. The man never said anything and the little guy wasn't afraid of him.

He also spoke of waking up at night to see a child with a sack on his head that would walk through the house and walk into the oven to leave. He told me he tried to talk to him and tried to see his face, but the child never interacted with him.

[Kyree]

Another forum I read has a ghost story thread every so often. One story that they post every time a new thread is the Humper Monkey stories.


Before anyone clicks on them!
They are scary. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, these stories WILL scare the HELL out of you. It's also military, and there's language. They're very good, but evil, creepy, and will make you terrified of looking in mirrors or windows ever again.

Part one: http://sa.mrbill.net/humpermonkey.html

Part two: http://sa.mrbill.net/humpermonkey2.html

[Misanthropical]

When we went out to Gettysburg a few years ago I was standing on a rock formation (sorry, can't remember the name off hand) and looking over the battlefield. I saw a confederate general (it was weeks after the reenactments, so he wasn't a reenactor) come out of the tree line and wave at me like I was an old friend and then disappear into thin air. I then noticed my husband shaking me and yelling my name. My husband told me he had been trying to get my attention for 10 minutes and I wouldn't respond all at. He said it was like I was in a trance.

It seemed to me that only a few seconds had passed from the time I saw the general to when he disappeared, but in fact it had been 10 minutes.

[Bella_Vixen]

Mis, I, for one, LOVE your stories!