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Post by garrett on Jul 19, 2012 13:31:17 GMT -5
something went bump in the night or gave you the redneck willies?
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Post by gardencrazy on Aug 3, 2012 18:49:02 GMT -5
Yes! I'm an environmental consultant. I do a lot of testing for lead based paint, but have to go where the lead is, which means I test a LOT of houses, apartments and buildings (2000 + residences and counting). The last place I had something"happen" was the scariest (it was a few years ago. Since then - nothing.)
I was testing a building which a hospital was interested in converting into housing either for interns or make into temporary housing for families that have family members in long term care.
The building was built in the early1900's. It was used as a meeting place for a secret society, like the Masons (No, I'm not making this up). It was last used in the early 2000's as a half way house for senior psychiatric patients.
I started testing. I usually like to lock myself in vacant places as a security measure, but this place only locked from the outside. I had three floors and a basement to test. There was power in the place but only about half the lights worked. It was November, so that means be 3:30 - 4 pm it would be dark inside. There was absolutely NO insulation in the place. You could make out people's conversations outside walking down the street, what songs were playing on people's radios in their cars, the tree branches knocking against the rear windows.
I had been steadily testing. Usually basements make me a little nervous, but no worries here. I got up to the third floor and checked the rear apartment before testing. The door to the apartment was missing. When I walked out of one of the rooms and looked out of the apartment, there was a man standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, staring down the hallway outside the apartment. I quickly put down my clipboard and grabbed my flashlight. The flashlight was heavy, and I was afraid this was someone that used to live here when it was a psychiatric halfway house and that things would get confrontational. It took seconds for me to grab the flashlight. I looked out into the hallway and he was gone (CHILLS! I still have chills typing this.)
I stepped towards the hallway (hey, I didn't hear any footsteps. How could he have gotten there without me hearing him?). I looked down the long hallway. Nothing. Great now I have to find this guy. If I accidentally locked him in here it would be bad on many levels. I went through the series of shorter hallways to the nearer staircase. I clunked down that bar on the fire door (hey, would have heard that too.) I started down the stairs (I never heard anybody coming up the stairs either. It's as if when I saw him all sound stopped.)
I'm starting to freak out. I really, really, wanting to find somebody now. I wanted a rational explanation. I went down to the basement and then up the other staircase and never found anyone. I never heard the front door to the place open either.
The worst part about it was now my daylight was gone. I had to go back the next day to finish testing. I never saw the mystery man again. The funding fell through for converting the place into housing. So it's still sitting there vacant.
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Post by kay on Aug 3, 2012 20:21:57 GMT -5
Wow!
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Post by marielouise on Aug 30, 2012 0:11:51 GMT -5
Oh yeah had a couple of those hair on the back of the neck creepy feelings.
About 5 years ago we were visiting bro and his wife , up in the mountains of New Mex. they had to go over one evening and check on their neighbors place --he was away on his vaca. So while there, they decided to drive further on up the mountain to an old abandoned cabin , been deserted since back 1929 or 1930. Old miner proved it up then one day packed up and rode away , told folks in the area there was some family problems he needed to see about. He never returned and the property reverted to federal land. Its reached by a road leading off the property we were checking , and is wayyyy up on the mountain --- mainly its a dirt track no sane reasonable person would drive but then bro ain't exactly a sane reasonable person .
He wanted to get a pic of a door that's on a out building -- its hand made in a very unusual manner so he wanted to examine it closely and see if he could copy it sorta kinda.
while he was measuring the door, sis and I walked over to check out the cabin , walked up to the porch and I stopped and bent down and picked up a hand full of stones , dried leaves etc had drifted into piles up against the side of the house on the porch, I tossed the stones here and there watching and listening for crawly rattling critters and mice to scatter. None! Nada. Nothing! On the back side of the porch is a well , wooden planks go around the stone and cement casing that stand about 2 feet above porch floor level , then placed on top is a wood and metal cover for the well ---rectangular -- like a table top . Above that was the old winder upper thingy bob that a bucket used to hang from ---still had remnents of rope wound on it . Very interesting , we could tell its all hand made , no bucket but bet it once had a wooden bucket.
Then we walked over to the door, it had a small glass insert in upper portion --- very bubbly hazy piece of glass , covered in dust and grime . Sis reached for the door knob and my arm shot out and across in front of her ---blocking her. Without any fore thought on my part , I was as surprised as she , then felt that hair standing up on back of neck tingling sensation that gives me the willies . She asked whats wrong? and I just shook my head , couldn't think of an answer that would make any sense. Then noticed there were no tracks, other than ours , on the porch. A very thick covering of dust lay over everything , no small critter tracks or birds . Not only was the porch devoid of any sign of tracks so was the entire ground around the porch other than ours. Very unusual for an occupied place in those mountains much less an unoccupied place.
I reached up and rapped on the door frame twice . Waited a bit . and suddenly that creepy feeling of the willies vanished as quickly as it had appeared .
So we went in and looked around --- 3 rooms --- not very large . leaves and debrie scattered about but no sign of any mice or other rodents, and this in an area that pack rats abound . The cabin is occasionally used by hunters during hunting season , but this was long before season started besides the only way up is behind locked gates and when that owner is gone , we had the only key to keep check on his place.
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Post by gardencrazy on Sept 7, 2012 8:26:34 GMT -5
That's really odd that the animals stay away from that place. I've been in a lot of vacant places. When the weather's bad, critters find a way in and leave evidence. The is almost always signs of critters in vacant places.
Creepy, scary creepy, that you didn't have control over your own arm. I've had that "hair raising willies" feeling before. I usually chalk it up to nerves, but I'm usually by myself when I'm testing.
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Post by marielouise on Sept 9, 2012 19:11:06 GMT -5
It was very odd for that area for there to be no signs of critters around and in. even my brother commented on that. away from the cabin there's lots of tracks of just about every type animal that is in the mountains but not around the cabin. Not any mouse droppings at all inside . Weird.
The arm action is a subconscious reaction to something I felt before my conscious mind kicked in . It has happened before but usually my mouth running ahead of my thoughts. LOL I have "'felt"' things before; before actually knowing .
Later when I have more time I will relate a couple "'happenings"" of that nature.
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Post by lieblingxdasxkraut on Sept 10, 2012 10:15:17 GMT -5
I've had acouple odd feelings one in a gift shop a "must get out now" no clue why went back 10 years later no feeling of the sort was a typical shop for the area 10 years before now the rest of the area actually gave me a case of culture shock and well I'm not gonna be going there any time soon (I travel a ton culture shock is nothing at all I'm usted to getting)
There was the time at the luxor my mom was up at like 2/3a a night or 3 after a ghost tour allegedly a hooker with aids fell from the 19th floor and someone else died on the 29th floor we were on the 23rd floor right between so I'm sound asleep she finished her crap hears "bout tahme" my annoyied voice from me but I'm asleep the hooker is the only female that's known of to have died there so she starts to assume it was her freaks out wants to wake me to go to the bar luckily that was our last night there was nice big rooms too but she will never stay there again she dosent even like stepping foot in there and we've been back sence --thinking now had we gone down we may have seen the 3 construction workers that were flattened by a piece of glass and that coulda really spooked her
Another time actually if not for my logs from chats I wouldn't remember this lol right here walking in she felt a hand pushing her back but I was nowhere near her back now granted when I was younger I thought this 1920s house was haunted
These days in this house lol we have a fixture that after dark likes to turn itself on and off and not at the switch so I rarely use it at night we have another fixture with only one light that flickers and likes to be off (both fixtures came with the house) we have a Lysol auto soap dispenser that's randomly triggered itself a few times and once I asked it to stop it did this house has all I assume original crackled woodwork and some of that crackling to me implies a fire at some time in the houses past but that's a suspicion oh! We also have one wall that allegedly only a crappy looking fake-wall will stick to not paint not wallpaper just the fake-wall so I suspect something happened here in it's past when we looked at the house there was allmost nothing in it but there is stuff from the 50s in the basement a fridge a stove a sink metal cabinets it's certainly a corious thing to me
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Post by lieblingxdasxkraut on Sept 10, 2012 10:20:12 GMT -5
There was also a time in 7th grade where I just had this "were not alone" thought I don't recall telling anyone but by the time they tore that beautiful building down it was nearly 100 years old and I guess they decided it was too expensive to make safe for whatever reason
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Post by kay on Sept 21, 2012 0:34:48 GMT -5
Just had one of them "get out of dodge" moments. Turned the news on when I got home. Someone had just robbed the store I was in and shot a customer.
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Post by LinFL on Sept 21, 2012 9:30:13 GMT -5
That's scary - glad you're safe!
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Post by darth slater on Sept 23, 2012 7:34:42 GMT -5
I don't believe is ghosts its utter hooey, I crack up when i saw ghost hunters on TV a bunch of people scarring each other..whay was that? It was you going what was that!!
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Post by gardencrazy on Oct 4, 2012 13:58:58 GMT -5
Wow! Glad you're ok Kay.
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Post by garrett on Nov 18, 2012 19:16:17 GMT -5
feeling haunted by my own mortality of late. ghosts of the past. feelings of emptyness...alone... but i am thankful for my blessings....youse guys among them....big smiles
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Post by gardencrazy on Nov 19, 2012 11:10:58 GMT -5
Wow Garret, I'm sorry to see that. I hope your space here brings you a little sanctuary.
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Post by marielouise on Nov 19, 2012 23:10:55 GMT -5
Blessing to ya REd!
We all at times feel alone even in a crowd, human nature to yearn for more and take for granted what we do have. At times I see a face in a crowd that reminds of one who is no longer part of my life and can't help but wonder where and how she is. One of those friendships that was so important --changed my life then we both parted and went on down our own paths . think thats part of life , perhaps theres a reason beyond our knowledge.
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Post by lieblingxdasxkraut on Nov 21, 2012 13:16:07 GMT -5
I see my asshole x (who nearly raped me and treated me like crap when we had been friends for like 15 years) and I just wanna run the outher way
However I do wonder if humans haven't run out of DNA combinations as I've a few times seen people that look just like older versions of people I went to school with and at times I'm kinda happy as I know they won't have the looks forever lol
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Post by w8n4dave on Nov 25, 2012 22:43:00 GMT -5
My mom used to have those "Feelings" all the time One time I was supposed to spend the night at a friends house, We were going to the beach first or something and we were walking across the street and there is my parents in the car, they stopped and told me Mom changed her mind she had a feeling something bad was going to happen so I had to go home... So I hopped in the car.. She was so sorry and I said thats ok... Nothing ever happened but thats what my mom did she had "a feeling" We never questioned it ... On that note I will be freaked out when I go to bed!!
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Post by lieblingxdasxkraut on Nov 26, 2012 11:54:09 GMT -5
Why's that?
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Post by garrett on Dec 20, 2012 20:28:49 GMT -5
trying to shake off some old demons...lol
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Post by circumspice on Dec 21, 2012 3:11:12 GMT -5
Just once, in my entire life. Bout scared da pee-waddins outta me. I was at work, washing the morning dishes before my shift ended. My relief was already there, in the outer office, laughing & chatting with each other. I was standing there in front of the sink washing the dishes, kind of tired & zoned out... & got this creepy, weird crawling sensation between my shoulder blades. It felt like someone was breathing on the back of my neck. Then I heard: ”huh!” spoken very softly. I spun around & nobody was there. This was in broad daylight, with several people in the office. I worked at this place for 20 years, mostly graveyard shifts, & never ever had anything like that happen before or since. Eeek!
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Post by marielouise on Jan 6, 2013 1:49:03 GMT -5
Wow that would freak me out for sure . I worked grave yard shift at a C-store for awhile . One night , had been raining all that day and into more than half my shift---no customers had been in since about 11pm. then long bout 3am there was a horrendous commotion in the back store room , sounded like the shelf had fallen and even the crash and tinkle of broken glass. It was so loud that the wall between the storeroom and office shook--- I was sitting at the desk doing some paperwork. I jumped up and ran back there then carefully opened the door --- not a thing out of place---- nothing broken --- shelf was still on the wall and loaded with some extra juice bottles that we stored there --- .... I went outside and nothing was amiss out there --everything was normal . Never did figure out what caused that noise....
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Post by directsunlight on Jan 6, 2013 3:03:28 GMT -5
I've had dreams lately where this song stuck in my head, & I woke up with it still going on. After two days of it I dreamed that my son had died and we were at his funeral hearing the song. Though he was still on antibiotics & had no fever, I left work early to take hime to the dr. Turns out he had pneumonia-- was feeling terrible & sleeping most of the time by then. He's ok now I went to the dr. at the end of that same week, the week before Christmas & he said I had a cold, if anything. Sunday I started feeling really bad & you guessed it the dreams with the exact same music following me everywhere, in the 2 1/2 hours I was able to sleep that night. The next morning I went to the doctor & found I had the flu. From the day I took my son in to the night before I went in for flu, the dream wasn't there at all. How about that? It's too strange for me to make up....
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Post by LinFL on Jan 6, 2013 13:59:05 GMT -5
A mother's gut instincts about whether the kid is just "normal sick" vs. "needs medical attention" are often right, because she's usually the one who knows her child better than anyone else. Also, lots of psychological studies have established that women are very good at observing tiny details about their environment and the people around them. A fair amount of this observation occurs at the subconscious level, recorded as emotional impressions.
It might be that your subconscious had to use the song/dream mechanism to get through to your waking mind because your rational mind was suppressing your gut instinct. You rationally thought that he was going to be okay - after all he was already on antibiotics and had no fever.
Having already established an emotional connection between that song and serious illness, it makes sense you'd dream of it again when you suspected something was wrong with you.
Strange, but the subconscious mind has plays by its own set of rules.
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Post by directsunlight on Jan 6, 2013 15:34:56 GMT -5
A mother's gut instincts about whether the kid is just "normal sick" vs. "needs medical attention" are often right, because she's usually the one who knows her child better than anyone else. Also, lots of psychological studies have established that women are very good at observing tiny details about their environment and the people around them. A fair amount of this observation occurs at the subconscious level, recorded as emotional impressions. It might be that your subconscious had to use the song/dream mechanism to get through to your waking mind because your rational mind was suppressing your gut instinct. You rationally thought that he was going to be okay - after all he was already on antibiotics and had no fever. Having already established an emotional connection between that song and serious illness, it makes sense you'd dream of it again when you suspected something was wrong with you. Strange, but the subconscious mind has plays by its own set of rules. Sure-- no reason that couldn't be true of dads too.
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Post by LinFL on Jan 6, 2013 21:54:28 GMT -5
Yep, sorry. Dads can do it, too! My apologies.
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Post by directsunlight on Jan 7, 2013 23:30:56 GMT -5
Yep, sorry. Dads can do it, too! My apologies. Hey its fine. My wife had a dream that she was holding a sympathy card, a couple of months before we lost our first baby. After he died she had another dream where she was on a boat & crossed to a place where she could hold him for a time & see he was happy & well taken care of. She had to give him back to go back on her journey though. She thinks God was showing her that he was in heaven & not to be broken up about him. That was really wild to hear about.
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Post by gardencrazy on Jun 24, 2014 20:28:58 GMT -5
Would you believe I have to go back to this building and test it all over again!!! !!! I actually started it today. No signs of my mystery man / ghost, thank goodness! The years have not been kind to this building. Yes! I'm an environmental consultant. I do a lot of testing for lead based paint, but have to go where the lead is, which means I test a LOT of houses, apartments and buildings (2000 + residences and counting). The last place I had something"happen" was the scariest (it was a few years ago. Since then - nothing.) I was testing a building which a hospital was interested in converting into housing either for interns or make into temporary housing for families that have family members in long term care. The building was built in the early1900's. It was used as a meeting place for a secret society, like the Masons (No, I'm not making this up). It was last used in the early 2000's as a half way house for senior psychiatric patients. I started testing. I usually like to lock myself in vacant places as a security measure, but this place only locked from the outside. I had three floors and a basement to test. There was power in the place but only about half the lights worked. It was November, so that means be 3:30 - 4 pm it would be dark inside. There was absolutely NO insulation in the place. You could make out people's conversations outside walking down the street, what songs were playing on people's radios in their cars, the tree branches knocking against the rear windows. I had been steadily testing. Usually basements make me a little nervous, but no worries here. I got up to the third floor and checked the rear apartment before testing. The door to the apartment was missing. When I walked out of one of the rooms and looked out of the apartment, there was a man standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, staring down the hallway outside the apartment. I quickly put down my clipboard and grabbed my flashlight. The flashlight was heavy, and I was afraid this was someone that used to live here when it was a psychiatric halfway house and that things would get confrontational. It took seconds for me to grab the flashlight. I looked out into the hallway and he was gone (CHILLS! I still have chills typing this.) I stepped towards the hallway (hey, I didn't hear any footsteps. How could he have gotten there without me hearing him?). I looked down the long hallway. Nothing. Great now I have to find this guy. If I accidentally locked him in here it would be bad on many levels. I went through the series of shorter hallways to the nearer staircase. I clunked down that bar on the fire door (hey, would have heard that too.) I started down the stairs (I never heard anybody coming up the stairs either. It's as if when I saw him all sound stopped.) I'm starting to freak out. I really, really, wanting to find somebody now. I wanted a rational explanation. I went down to the basement and then up the other staircase and never found anyone. I never heard the front door to the place open either. The worst part about it was now my daylight was gone. I had to go back the next day to finish testing. I never saw the mystery man again. The funding fell through for converting the place into housing. So it's still sitting there vacant.
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Post by garrett on Dec 9, 2014 1:37:06 GMT -5
I feel intermittently haunted at times these days.lol
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Post by garrett on Feb 13, 2015 0:44:35 GMT -5
any takers?smiles
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Post by cliffrat on Feb 26, 2015 0:24:22 GMT -5
I've had probably more than my share of weird and creepy stuff, oddball psychic premonitions, encounters with folks from the other side, etc. I grew up in a haunted house in upstate NY. The original house was built sometime prior to 1826. We know that because when we opened up the walls, we found that several additions had been done over the years and there were newspapers from 1826 wadded up in some of the walls. The original house was peg and dowel construction, no nails or screws. Ownership records only went back to 1900 and the average time of ownership (prior to my family) was less than 2 years. My folks bought the house for about $12K in 1959 from a lady who was so desperate to get rid of the place she agreed to sell it with no money down and hold the paper until my folks could get a loan. Something used to play the piano at night and wake us up. In the morning the key cover would be closed. All the doors in the house had those old skeleton key locks and we didn't have any keys for them, but one of the bedrooms used to get locked during the day and would be locked when we came home. Eventually it would become unlocked, and all the furniture would be rearranged. We used to call the ghost George, and he was mostly harmless. Just a prankster really. I eventually moved out and down to the NYC area and my father stayed behind. When I went to college in Buffalo, I went to visit a friend who lived off campus. I get to his house and his room mate tells me he's in the shower, so I sit down in the living room and pick up a magazine that was lying there. You know that feeling you get when someone enters the room out of your direct line of sight? Well that happened and when I looked up, all I see is this thing on the other side of the room that looks something like a heat shimmer off a roadway in the summer. It stands there for a few seconds and I tell it (out loud) that I'm just waiting for Rob to come downstairs. It moves away and disappears and I go back to reading the magazine. When Rob came downstairs, I asked him if he knew the house was haunted. His jaw drops and he stammers out "How do you know?" I say, "because I just had a conversation with it." Then he tells me all the stories about the stuff that goes bump in the night, the windows that open up by themselves, the sounds of someone walking across the attic, or up the stairs. Yeah, buddy. Ghosts are real. What they really are, I cannot say for sure, but I've met more than a few of them.
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