Are there any scary stories you remember being told as a child, that you just cant forget?
What about local ghost stories or legends?

My mother used to tell us one called "Bloody Bones" about a monster that lived under the basement stairs. I grew up being afraid to go in the basement!

There was also an old dirt road near my grandpa's house - my dad told me it was called "Deadman's road" 'cause some robbers had killed a man & dumped his body in a ditch there. There was an old rickity shack there, & we used to call it "The haunted shack on Deadman's road."

In the town I lived as a young girl there was a spooky old rambshackle home and word got around that a ghost of a murderer lived there...my friends and I would dare one another to go up to the door and ring the bell and then run....scared the hell out of ourselves everytime :biggrin: (but we kept going back for more!)

I would LOVE to explore an old abandoned mansion! Especially the attic or basement!

I would LOVE to explore an old abandoned mansion! Especially the attic or basement!

Especially if there was a storm outside and of couse the wind howling :eek2: :biggrin:

well...dont know if this counts...but a certain elevator at my hospital is haunted. doesnt matter if you're going up or down, it always stops at the third floor (which is where the ICU and OR are) and the doors bang open twice before they close. even if no one hits the button for the third floor and no one is waiting to get on...this always happens. its kinda creepy when ur working nights and no one is around.

well...dont know if this counts...but a certain elevator at my hospital is haunted. doesnt matter if you're going up or down, it always stops at the third floor (which is where the ICU and OR are) and the doors bang open twice before they close. even if no one hits the button for the third floor and no one is waiting to get on...this always happens. its kinda creepy when ur working nights and no one is around.

woah that is majorly creepy :eek2: ...guess you try and avoid that elevator or use the stairs :biggrin:

"It was a Dark and Stormy Night. And the Rain was pouring down, and a farmer said to his son, "Joe! Tell me a story!" And this is how it went":
"It was a dark and stormy Night. And the rain was pouring down, and a farmer said to his son, "Joe, tell me a story!" And this is how it went":
"It was a dark and stormy night.......

Yeah, it's not scary, but I thought it was pretty funny when I heard it.:)

In '78 or '79, I was working as a hospital janitor. (night shift) Part of my nightly rounds was to sweep & empty trash in the lab department.
On night, I went in as usual, & was going about my duties, when I looked up - & there at the window - peeping in was a dirty, scroungy old bum!
After I peeled myself off the ceiling & got my heart beating again, I saw that it was a poster someone had put up! There was no window there!

(It took me days to get used to that being there!)

well...I had a woman come to my home who was "possessed" I met her at the door and it was like a giant wave of pressure preceded her (heavy atmosphere/presence)...she sat in my kitchen (I was majorly spooked by her) and periodically heaved for no reason, I knew something was wrong and said I wanted to speak to "her name" and she swung her head around and looked at me with the weirdest eyes on earth (think horror movie)....I told her to leave and rang a pastor of a church and said "I am a totally normal person and this happened" apparently they did a "deliverance" on her (prayer and fasting) got the gory details later.... when she next visited she was completely different and is now happily married to a pastor with 2 beautiful boys

NOT JOKING

Was she someone you knew, or a total stranger who picked your house at random?

(That's totally creepy, by the way! )

Was she someone you knew, or a total stranger who picked your house at random?

(That's totally creepy, by the way! )


I knew her well (she had lived a very sad life with a lot of negative stuff.i.e. gang raped etc) but she was for all intents and purposes "normal" and "coping".....so the change in her when she arrived at my doorstep was phenomenal and btw she talked about looking in the mirror and seeing something else looking back at her (probably what I saw) and that was why she came to me "asking for help" her whole demeanor was so OT....however after the "exorcism/deliverance" (by a charasmatic church of england pastor no less :eek2: ) she was totally brand new

and btw she talked about looking in the mirror and seeing something else looking back at her (probably what I saw)


Man! This keeps getting scarier! I'm glad you knew who to get in touch with!

Man! This keeps getting scarier! I'm glad you knew who to get in touch with!

wanna know more? :biggrin:

Whoa! That would totally freak me out, I'd be so scared if someone like that came into my house and did that.

Also, There's more?!?:o

Whoa! That would totally freak me out, I'd be so scared if someone like that came into my house and did that.

Also, There's more?!?:o

Well it totally freaked me out and thats it.....no more to the story...she moved away and as far as I know lives a very happy life as a pastors wife (they had 2 sons last I heard)

When I was little, we lived in a house where the attic stairs were in my closet. It was drafty and old up there. So the faintest breeze would make my door thump as if it were trying to open. I used to be terrified.

But when I found out that 2 people had died there 20 years earlier(never found out how), I was freaking out of my mind. In the night, if I woke upfor any reason, I would be terrified.

We lived there for mabye 5 or 6 years. I was so glad when we finally moved. I still have nightmares from it.

alot of my town is really old, our oldest pub dates from the 11th centuary. theres so many local ghost stories, and i can name about 10 haunted pubs off the top of my head.

i recently got a book on haunted inns of Britain and one of ours was in it - the Prince Rupert Hotel. its supposed to be haunted by a man who hung himself.

ive never had any paranormal experiences, but i'd like to stay in the hotel and see if i had any:rolleyes:

when i was about 10 there were some abandoned stables down a lane at the end of our road. my friend told me the ghost of a man who kileld his family with an axe, then himself, haunted there. we used to hang out there all the time, but i think he was lying heheh. they knocked down the stables and built houses on it a few years ago.

well...dont know if this counts...but a certain elevator at my hospital is haunted. doesnt matter if you're going up or down, it always stops at the third floor (which is where the ICU and OR are) and the doors bang open twice before they close. even if no one hits the button for the third floor and no one is waiting to get on...this always happens. its kinda creepy when ur working nights and no one is around.


dm, I worked in a hospital years ago, where we had such a ghost. The hospital has since moved to a new facility, and the old hospital now houses the county jail.:eek2:

The ghost's name was John. There was the same phenomenon with the elevators and some other things as well. OR, CS, and OB were on the fourth floor. Now, OB saw it's fair share of late night use, but that end of the floor had it's own elevators. There was little reason for anyone to go up the elevator to the OR side at night except to get scrubs or sterile instruments. Yet, if you had reason to be there at night, invariably the elevators would open at some point and startle you, as if some ghostly passenger were waiting.

I once asked one of the older nurses why everyone called the ghost John. She said it was for John Doe, but she also had a theory as to why the ghost was there.
Back in the old days, when someone would pass on, a window would be opened by the aged members of the housekeeping staff to allow the spirit release. In more recent years there was a policy against opening windows. Of course, the policy was put in place for practical reasons and superstition was never considered. Occasionally, you might catch an old timer still opening a window, but for the most part windows remained closed. It was this old nurse's opinion that the hospital was inhabited by, not one, but many, ghosts. Since the lost souls were trapped in the building the number of spooks was increasing all the time.

Of course, the area I am from has a rich tradition in ghostly legends. I grew up not far from the home of the Bell Witch. I would really love it if some day someone treated that story properly in a movie. The most recent incarnation doesn't capture the story well at all, and just tries to explain the phenomenon in terms a skeptic can accept. It's no wonder to me that the movie flopped at the box office.:rolleyes: Having had a brief encounter with, what may have been the Bell Witch, I refuse to accept the explanation given in that movie. The movie was based on a theory, and I think the theory is bogus.

Hmm, I used to have some strange happening in the home I lived and grew up with as a kid. Up to about the age of 25ish, I lived with my parents back in Michigan. As I grew up and got a better job there was just never a reason for me to move out, so I didnt. Well, since about the age of 13 in that house I used to have nightmares at least 10 times a year of being in the basement (Was a nice large finished basement) and having the stereo turn on by itself and the light flicker. Needless to say I wouldnt spend that much time down there, expecially at night. But what was really strange is that one time I did go down there with a friend of mine and we found writing on the brick walling behind the paneling that was put up in the basement. It was done in white chalk and when I asked my parents about it they said it was just done by kids or whatever. And that was sorta freaky.

There was also a issue I would have there with other nightmares outside of the reoccuring basement one. I would have a constant nightmare of being in my bed upstairs and not being able to breath, as if someone was sitting on my chest. I would appear to wake up but be unable to get out of bed, only to find I would start having that problem breathing again, then I would appear to wake up from it and...Over and over again until I usually woke up with a startled cry. Of course by that time I wasnt really sure if I was awake or not. Since moving out of the house there and going on my own I dont believe I've had that particular nightmare one single time. I hope that crap stays in Michigan where it belongs. :p

There was also a issue I would have there with other nightmares outside of the reoccuring basement one. I would have a constant nightmare of being in my bed upstairs and not being able to breath, as if someone was sitting on my chest. I would appear to wake up but be unable to get out of bed, only to find I would start having that problem breathing again, then I would appear to wake up from it and...Over and over again until I usually woke up with a startled cry. Of course by that time I wasnt really sure if I was awake or not. Since moving out of the house there and going on my own I dont believe I've had that particular nightmare one single time. I hope that crap stays in Michigan where it belongs. :p

OMG I have had the same nightmare when I lived with my parents in a particular home (I was 17 at the time)......not someone :rolleyes: something huge sitting on my chest, totally immobolising me, couldn't breath, would scream for my mum and dad feeling like it was so real and then wake up and wonder why they hadn't come.....just as well I am older now and it is just a fleeting memory when you mentioned your experience....but at the time it was horrific....come to think of it, that and my experience with the "lady" in my post above (which happened when I was 26 years old) seems to imply that I must have attracted weird stuff.....thank god there's been nothing since ;)

What am I doing?!?!?!?!?!? :scared: I don't know what I was thinking. It's 1:00 am right now. I'm the only one awake. I'm sitting in a dark corner of my apartment. And I'm reading a post about scary stuff and ghosts?!? Ok, there I turned the lights on. A little better. ::shivers::
So to keep myself sane (and so I can sleep), I will avoid any ghost stories tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
When I was a kid we would go camping all the time. One night we all stayed in a little cabin. So my sister and I asked to hear scary stories. We were doing just fine, not getting scared. Then, we were told the "The call is coming from the inside" story. I don't know why, but we were both terrified! We slept huddled together in bed with the lights and the radio on.
Then we went camping another time, and it was about the time the Blair Witch came out. My sister and I were in the same tent. That night spiders kept falling on our tent, and a raccoon came scratching on our tent in the middle of the night.
See, now I feel better. But your hospital ghost stories are so scary! :42:

Of course, the area I am from has a rich tradition in ghostly legends. I grew up not far from the home of the Bell Witch. I would really love it if some day someone treated that story properly in a movie. The most recent incarnation doesn't capture the story well at all, and just tries to explain the phenomenon in terms a skeptic can accept. It's no wonder to me that the movie flopped at the box office.:rolleyes: Having had a brief encounter with, what may have been the Bell Witch, I refuse to accept the explanation given in that movie. The movie was based on a theory, and I think the theory is bogus.

I would love to visit that area. The closest I've been is Nashville, and that's still, a hour, two hours away? I'm going to rent the movie off Netflix, when it comes out, just to see it for myself. Both of my sisters have seen it, but they didn't like it or the theory used.

There's only one creepy thing that stands out in my mind, that happened to me. My aunt and uncle used to live in on of those big, old houses in TN, that was used during the Civil War as a hospital. One day, while I was taking a shower, I'm certain I heard someone/thing whisper my name. Talk about scaring the heck out of someone. Everyone else was in another room at the end of the house. And also under no circumstances would anyone sleep or even go upstairs by themselves.

I used to be a ghost hunter, now I collect local folklore.

When I was a teenager I worked in a haunted pizza parlor. It wasn't always, the first two years I worked there it was a quiet place, then they started construction for expansion of the shopping center and they must have dug something up and for the last two years I worked there the place was a non-stop fun house. My first encounter was the most dramatic and frightening.

I was at the place early in the morning, 4:30am, and I was cruising through my prep-work for the day. As I was slicing through a huge block of cheese I happened to look out of then pantry door-window and I see this man standing in the middle of the dining room with his arms folded and he's watching me. I close my eye for a second and then look again and he's still there. Now I'm not thinking ghost at this moment, a few months back the place had been broken into and the video games were robbed of their quarters. I'm looking at this guy and thinking that these guys are back. So I grab the deadliest knife I have and take a deep breath before I head out to confront this intruder. As I kick open the swinging door the guy just vanishes...oh cr*p! Now this guy is hiding and I've got to find him. I turn on every light in the place and commence a long search, restrooms, storer rooms, arcade and rear party room. I find nothing. Worse, all the doors are securely locked. I shake my head and get back to work but that was the last time I worked in there that early.
Then about a month later I'm sitting at the employee table with the manager and the janitor. It's late in the evening and I've been off of work for a while and we're all just shooting the breeze. As the evening crew winds things up, the janitor asks us if we could stick around while he does the clean up. We say sure, then I ask him why? He says that he doesn't like to be in the place alone any more, well I must have had the same look on my face that my manager had because we both ask him to fill us in. The janitor tells us that it started one night when he was vacuuming the back dining room. He looks up and see's two girls in white dresses walking towards the front of the restaurant. So he thinks that they'd probably been in the restroom and got locked inside by accident, so he switches off so he can unlock the door and let them out but by the time he looks back up the two girls are gone. So he too searches the entire place but comes up empty and shrugged it off to working two jobs. That worked for a few nights until he saw the same guy that I had seen watching him from the middle of the dining room.

I had not told anyone about what I'd seen.

Then the manager said that he'd seen the two girls walk by his office door on morning and that he'd also seen the man one night as he locked the front door. Through the window he saw this man standing in the middle of the dining room, so he unlocks the door but the guy vanishes. The manager races back inside to turn off the alarm (one of those key-pad jobs that you have 45 seconds once armed to get out bfore it goes off), he then turns on all of the lights and goes looking for the guy but finds nothing.

So we sat there looking at eachother silently for a few seconds, maybe waiting for one of us to say "Just kidding!". Then the manager and I got up and helped the janitor clean so we could get out of there ASAP. I never got used to it, working in a haunted place but after a while it was just another thing I had to deal with there.

MFerris, was the dining room part of the renovations? Just curious.

MFerris, that's really creepy. I'd be too scared to even go back there. Did you see that guys full body or just a part of him?

Wow, some really freaky stories here. But I love this stuff. I've always been the spooky girl.

When I was little, my older brother loved to terrify me by telling me the boogie man lived in the attic. So I used to run up there, leave a box of tissues as an offering of peace (you know, for his "boogies") and run back down. Yeah, I was a strange girl. But seriously, the bathroom at my childhood home was haunted for sure. I always heard water running and the toilet flushing when I was the only one there.

There are a couple supposedly haunted houses in my area. My friends and I went walking through one of them once. It was really creepy but we didn't see anything. The other house has been empty for years but somehow the lights are always on. We went to that house too but we parked down the street because people's cars have a tendency not to start near that house. We weren't inside for 3 minutes before the chandelier came crashing to the floor. We got the hell out of there real fast.

Oh and the Ouija board. Just DON'T do it. Some seriously messed up spirits come through on that.

When I was little, my older brother loved to terrify me by telling me the boogie man lived in the attic. So I used to run up there, leave a box of tissues as an offering of peace (you know, for his "boogies") and run back down.


That's a killer, Ladybug! :rotflmao2: Thanks - I needed a good laugh! :biggrin:

That's a killer, Ladybug! :rotflmao2: Thanks - I needed a good laugh! :biggrin:

My pleasure. :biggrin:

Memphis has something called Voodoo Village. This man has set up some sort of shrine/statue collection in his yard, going back decades. There are rumors that it's linked to devilworship, freemasons, voodoo, etc. I've heard that if you go down the road there's an old van that will block your exit and chase you. Here's a link I found that talks about it. Check it out!

http://www.amberjacklanding.com/basement/voodoo.htm

MFerris, was the dining room part of the renovations? Just curious.

No, the shopping center was expanding it's size and they were tearing up the land just behind us.

MFerris, that's really creepy. I'd be too scared to even go back there. Did you see that guys full body or just a part of him?

Full body. Like I said, I thought I was being robbed.

Okay, here's another one....

A few years ago I got a new job that required me to work from 3:00pm to 11:00pm, so I don't get home until after 11:40pm at the earliest. When I'd get home I'd make a sandwich or something. My kitchen window is about ten feet from by neighbor's window that looks in on his workshop. In March, 2002, when I'd get home I'd frequently see my neighbor working at his bench as I warmed domething up. A few times he'd turn and wave and I'd wave back. No big deal, it was something we'd done since 1988. Anyway, about a week after the last time I'd seen my neighbor, Don, I'm out in the back , working on plumbing under the house. As I pull myself out from under I see Don come around the corner of his storage shed, so I say hello and we talk a litlle bit about the fun of home-repair. The I asked him how his heart was because he'd had three sugreries in the previous Fall, and a truck came every day to drop off an oxigene tank. Don told me that his heart wasn't bothering him any more. So, I had more work to do and Don seemed to have something to do as well so we said goodbye and went about our business.

So a few days later, I see some strangers coming out of Don's house (Don owned a number of hand guns and rifles, many which he made in his workshop) and I ask them who they are and what they're doing. They say that they'd just come to move some of Don's stuff and I press a bit because Don had told me that if I ever saw anybody strange snooping around his place and I told them so.

They tell me that Don had died almost four months before.

I tell them that I'd just talked to him a few days before and that they're full of bull. So I'm just about to call the Sheriff when the neighbor lady from across the street came over after hearing me (I get loud when I'm ticked) and confirmed that Don had indeed passed away a few months back. Needless to say that I was dumbfounded and I apologized to the people and essentually went back inside of my house and hid out.

I never saw Don again after that day, but I know for sure that I had seen he and talked to him months after he had died.

What a neat story MFerris. :)

I'm both intrigued and frightened by scary stories. I want to hear/read them but afterwards I always regret it.... like now. :lol:

Supposedly the residence hall in front of mine is haunted by a girl who committed suicide. The third floor is now closed. Milledgeville is a very old town (it was the capital before the Civil War I think) so several old buildings are reportedly haunted. Halloween is only a few days away and I've seen several ads for Haunted Trolley and Walking tours.

I've never seen anything, nor do I want to, but I've had some creepy moments. Back in fifth grade Bloody Mary was a popular game. I never did it because I was too scared but friends did it at a birthday party once and weird things happened all night. First friends got scared and tried to run out of the bathroom but the door wouldn't open. I was pulling on it and knew it wasn't locked but it took several tries for it to open. And other weird things happened like the flickering of lights and the TV shutting off by itself. I refuse to go into any bathrooms without turning the lights on first. Actually, bathrooms in general scare me. haha

Ah, Bloody Mary. Flashbacks of girlie slumber parties trying to scare the crap out of ourselves. We always chickened out after the second "Bloody Mary" and ran giggling from the bathroom. I had one friend who would hit you if you even mentioned that name once. :D

I have a ghost story. I live in a county of England called Kent - the area this happened in is very old, very haunted and has a real reputation as an "odd" place. It's near a town where my mother lived before she married my father.

A boyfriend and I had a frightening experience one night when we were travelling along a stretch of motorway close to the town that neither of us knew very well. We were both just out of our teens and he'd only been driving for a short time.

A woman suddenly appeared in the road and tried to flag us down and my boyfriend nearly drove us into a ditch. He swore blind that he'd side-swiped her. We looked back but there was no one there, no one on the road, no one beside it.

I got home the next day and told my mother what happened. She looked at me with a strange expression and went off to get something from the attic, when she came back she had a box full of old photos from the 1960s. She showed me a black and white photo of herself and two other girls in a speedboat - she pointed to the girl on the far right and said "That's her, she's a ghost."

My mother went on to explain that the young woman was a friend she'd known through work in the early 1960s, both of them were secretaries/short-hand typists. The woman had been travelling along that same road with some other girls in an old car and been involved in a crash, she died from her injuries. Sadly, she had been due to marry the next day. It was a terrible tragedy and my mother hadn't spoken about it for 30 years.

The girl is a well-known ghost, a lot of people have seen her trying to hitch a ride in an apparent attempt to get the nearby town, some have picked her up and she of course, vanished.

It still chills me to think what might of happened if we'd stopped and actually picked her up and whether, if she was really a sentient "spirit", she might have known I was the daughter of her old friend. It's strange to think about. My mother has a strong belief in the afterlife whereas I'm a bit of a sceptic, I'm wondering if what happened all those years ago affected her beliefs.

wow. That's a very interesting and scary story. I know I would've been really scared if that had happened to me. Reminds me of a Supernatural episode.

TimeDancer, your story gave me goosebumps. There are infinite amounts of hitch hiking ghosts but this one you almost sorta knew. How LOST-like. Isn't England the most haunted country in the world?

TimeDancer, your story gave me goosebumps. There are infinite amounts of hitch hiking ghosts but this one you almost sorta knew. How LOST-like. Isn't England the most haunted country in the world?

You can imagine how it made me feel at the time, Ladybug...it chilled me, especially when my mother brought that photo out. I remember my father saying I looked a bit pale when I came downstairs!

The particular area of England where we live is known for being haunted, there's a village in Kent - a little place called Pluckley - close to where my father was born which is known as the most haunted in the country and possibly the world(Google that and you'll see what I mean). But every place has its ghosts, in my own home town there are several. I couldn't tell you why, I guess the age of the country and all that long history piled up, layer upon layer, is something to do with it.