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re: Tell us your ghost stories
Posted on 5/30/25 at 1:56 pm to SquatchDawg
Posted on 5/30/25 at 1:56 pm to SquatchDawg
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With some ghost woman standing there staring at you? No way.
We were done banging around and the Gray Lady seemed harmless, so...
I really didn't want to drive back to base in the middle of the night, lol.
It did lead me to read some books on paranormal activities in southeast England, though. Cool stuff.
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Posted on 5/30/25 at 3:11 pm to SquatchDawg
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Why don’t we see more spirit animals? Would be awesome if we did though
Animals don’t have souls
Posted on 5/30/25 at 3:14 pm to BobABooey
I once had one pat me on the back at the Tractor Supply when it wandered off from the Myrtles...
Posted on 5/30/25 at 3:22 pm to CatsGoneWild
I haven’t seen or experienced one personally but I will say that I’ve been places before that just felt off and every time I’ve felt that way I’ve come to find out later that the place is allegedly haunted. It’s a weird unsettled feeling where I’ve felt like I’ve got eyes on me and I always think “I need to get the hell out of here” lol.
I’ve mentioned in other threads that I worked at the state mental facility in Jackson and that place is haunted as shite. The grounds are massive and eerily quiet, I’ve never heard any birds chirping or anything when I’ve been up there. I’ve been told by the guards that they see ghosts all the times when they’re watching the cameras.
I’ve mentioned in other threads that I worked at the state mental facility in Jackson and that place is haunted as shite. The grounds are massive and eerily quiet, I’ve never heard any birds chirping or anything when I’ve been up there. I’ve been told by the guards that they see ghosts all the times when they’re watching the cameras.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 3:40 pm to MasterKnight
Either you are lying your arse off or just as nuts as she was. No decent man goes back to a house and woman that communicates with demonic forces, i don't care how good the pussy was.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 3:48 pm to Ranger Call
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I was hooking up with a very sexy realtor in BR a few years back. We had a great weekend, but I never heard from her again. It was odd to say the least.
Her name is Kristen for those wanting to try to hit it or buy a starter home.
I Googled her. She is pretty hot. One pic she was with her husband. Wonder if she was married when you were banging her.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 4:31 pm to CatsGoneWild
My friends and I—four old men of the Chowder Society—had caused the death of a woman, Eva Galli, many years ago and covered it up. Now, her vengeful spirit returned, haunting us and killing us one by one. My son Don and I uncovered the truth: Eva’s ghost had possessed a young woman. In the end, Don confronted her and forced the spirit to vanish. The curse was broken. But I was left with the guilt of what we had done… and the knowledge that some ghosts never truly fade.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 6:05 pm to CatsGoneWild
When I lived in Slidell right by Honey Island Swamp, we used to always hear stuff in the house and would joke about how our subdivision on the swamp was built on Indian burial grounds.
One night I was sleeping on the sofa (back problems, not wife problems) and woke up in the middle of the night to go pee. Right in front of my fireplace I saw an Indian the size of a child but with a mangled looking face - there a couple seconds then gone.
The next day I researched it, and the Acolapissa Indians lived in that area. Looking into their legends, one of their spirits was a being similar in description to what I saw, who was a maker of mischief. Can’t remember the name of it, but have the story saved on my ipad back home (I’m out of town right now).
One night I was sleeping on the sofa (back problems, not wife problems) and woke up in the middle of the night to go pee. Right in front of my fireplace I saw an Indian the size of a child but with a mangled looking face - there a couple seconds then gone.
The next day I researched it, and the Acolapissa Indians lived in that area. Looking into their legends, one of their spirits was a being similar in description to what I saw, who was a maker of mischief. Can’t remember the name of it, but have the story saved on my ipad back home (I’m out of town right now).
Posted on 5/30/25 at 6:41 pm to CatsGoneWild
I know my house is haunted.
Sometimes when just my wife and I are home the bathroom will stink and I haven’t pooped in it.
Sometimes a room will smell but I haven’t farted.
And since I know women don’t poop or fart I know I have a ghost problem.
Sometimes when just my wife and I are home the bathroom will stink and I haven’t pooped in it.
Sometimes a room will smell but I haven’t farted.
And since I know women don’t poop or fart I know I have a ghost problem.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 6:43 pm to CatsGoneWild
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Member since Jan 2008
Don't we already have a thread?
Pls dont tell me the mods anchored it
Posted on 5/30/25 at 6:48 pm to holdmuh keystonelite
I am not lying. I may be a little crazy. She is not communicating with demons or doing any Satanic rituals. The spirits never messed with me before or after that night. They did bang doors every now and then. More childish type behavior than trying to be like haunting.
Posted on 5/30/25 at 7:14 pm to TigrrrDad
Indian village rd?
Posted on 6/2/25 at 7:14 am to holdmuh keystonelite
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I Googled her. She is pretty hot. One pic she was with her husband. Wonder if she was married when you were banging her.
The one that ghosted me was definitely not married.
Posted on 6/2/25 at 7:47 pm to CatsGoneWild
Spent the night at the Myrtle’s, nothing happened.
Posted on 6/3/25 at 11:30 am to kingbob
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Buddy traveled back in time once at the Vicksburg Battlefield, Illinois monument to be exact. When I first walked into the monument, which is like a large dome, everything was normal. I could hear some kids playing outside, birds chirping, and a weed eater mowing in the distance. Suddenly, something noticeably changed. It was as if all of the colors drained out of the world. The birds stopped, I couldn’t hear anything, not the kids nor the lawnmowers, only my own increasingly frightened breathing. Then, I started hearing something else, extremely faint at first, but slowly growing louder and louder. I saw my friend having what appeared to be a seizure in the center of the rotunda. He was not known to have any history with seizures before or since. All around me I could hear, loud as a freight train, the sounds of the battle. Horses, cannons, guns, the screams of dead men. The noise was unbearable as he convulsed, his eyes firmly shut as I desperately tried to wake him. His eyes flashed open and all of the noise ceased. The color came back to the world, and the outside noises of kids, birds, and landscaping equipment were audible again. My friend was white as a sheet and had a terrified look on his face. I helped him up just as our parents told us it was time to leave, so we didn’t talk about WTF just happened right away. At dinner, I finally asked him about it, and with a rare seriousness and noticeable sense of fear and dread, he told me he was there. He was in the battle marching in line wearing a grey uniform. His unit was given the order to fire, but before they could get out a shot, a volley ripped into them and he was shot in the head and woke up. He was more puzzled because he remembered me being there at the battle beside him, so he was confused that I didn’t remember. This is a core memory from my childhood. I was 12 or 13 when this happened. Allegedly, we both had ancestors that fought for the South in that battle. His ancestor was KIA, mine was shot in the stomach but lived. I have never seen any documentation to show that they were in the same unit, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
We played robber now and then about a month, and then I resigned. All the boys did. We hadn’t robbed nobody, hadn’t killed any people, but only just pretended. We used to hop out of the woods and go charging down on hog-drivers and women in carts taking garden stuff to market, but we never hived any of them. Tom Sawyer called the hogs “ingots,” and he called the turnips and stuff “julery,” and we would go to the cave and powwow over what we had done, and how many people we had killed and marked. But I couldn’t see no profit in it.
One time Tom sent a boy to run about town with a blazing stick, which he called a slogan (which was the sign for the Gang to get together), and then he said he had got secret news by his spies that next day a whole parcel of Spanish merchants and rich A-rabs was going to camp in Cave Hollow with two hundred elephants, and six hundred camels, and over a thousand “sumter” mules, all loaded down with di’monds, and they didn’t have only a guard of four hundred soldiers, and so we would lay in ambuscade, as he called it, and kill the lot and scoop the things. He said we must slick up our swords and guns, and get ready. He never could go after even a turnip-cart but he must have the swords and guns all scoured up for it, though they was only lath and broomsticks, and you might scour at them till you rotted, and then they warn’t worth a mouthful of ashes more than what they was before. I didn’t believe we could lick such a crowd of Spaniards and A-rabs, but I wanted to see the camels and elephants, so I was on hand next day, Saturday, in the ambuscade; and when we got the word we rushed out of the woods and down the hill. But there warn’t no Spaniards and A-rabs, and there warn’t no camels nor no elephants. It warn’t anything but a Sunday-school picnic, and only a primer-class at that. We busted it up, and chased the children up the hollow; but we never got anything but some doughnuts and jam, though Ben Rogers got a rag doll, and Jo Harper got a hymn-book and a tract; and then the teacher charged in, and made us drop everything and cut. I didn’t see no di’monds, and I told Tom Sawyer so. He said there was loads of them there, anyway; and he said there was A-rabs there, too, and elephants and things. I said, why couldn’t we see them, then?
He said if I warn’t so ignorant, but had read a book called Don Quixote, I would know without asking. He said it was all done by enchantment. He said there was hundreds of soldiers there, and elephants and treasure, and so on, but we had enemies which he called magicians; and they had turned the whole thing into an infant Sundayschool, just out of spite. I said, all right; then the thing for us to do was to go for the magicians. Tom Sawyer said I was a numskull.
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