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- Dec 2, 2013
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It's so hard to resist !!!
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I find that stories from other countries/cultures scare the crap out of me more than ghost stories. I'm a huge nerd for them though.
I went to Applebees a couple years ago for my friend's 21st birthday. I didn't know anyone there except her so I sat in a booth with a bunch of random girls. One girl and I got to talking about ghost stories. She said she was originally from the Dominican Republic and started telling me about all these stories from her country. One of them literally scared the crap out of me. I really can't remember any of the details but it was about a woman who lived in her apartment building who was an evil witch who ate children. (I think she called it a "bruja"?) At first I brushed it off but the more she went on about all the weird things that happened, the more I started to believe it. I've never been that scared about a story ever. I wish I could remember the details. She also told me her views on the earthquake in Haiti and how the people of the DR secretly thought it was from bad spirits. Really quite interesting.
My current room mate was born in Nigeria and her family moved here when she was 3. Sometimes she talks about the culture and folklore of the people there. My favorite is the black magic stuff even though it terrifies me. She went back a few years ago with her family and her mom constantly stressed to be very careful of everything you do there. She told them not to take/eat food from anyone they didn't know, don't leave anything of yours behind, etc because people could use it against you in black magic "rituals" (?? not really sure what the correct term is for it). Like if your family has an old feud with another family, they can take something you left behind and use it against you. She told me how one of her cousins, who was a healthy, young man, died suddenly after coming back from Nigeria. Autopsy showed no sickness, no medical condition, anything, just randomly dropped dead. The family blamed it on black magic.
Sometimes I wish I knew more languages just so I could read more about these things in their native language and communicate with the people who have had scary experiences. Hopefully in my next life!
I went to Applebees a couple years ago for my friend's 21st birthday. I didn't know anyone there except her so I sat in a booth with a bunch of random girls. One girl and I got to talking about ghost stories. She said she was originally from the Dominican Republic and started telling me about all these stories from her country. One of them literally scared the crap out of me. I really can't remember any of the details but it was about a woman who lived in her apartment building who was an evil witch who ate children. (I think she called it a "bruja"?) At first I brushed it off but the more she went on about all the weird things that happened, the more I started to believe it. I've never been that scared about a story ever. I wish I could remember the details. She also told me her views on the earthquake in Haiti and how the people of the DR secretly thought it was from bad spirits. Really quite interesting.
My current room mate was born in Nigeria and her family moved here when she was 3. Sometimes she talks about the culture and folklore of the people there. My favorite is the black magic stuff even though it terrifies me. She went back a few years ago with her family and her mom constantly stressed to be very careful of everything you do there. She told them not to take/eat food from anyone they didn't know, don't leave anything of yours behind, etc because people could use it against you in black magic "rituals" (?? not really sure what the correct term is for it). Like if your family has an old feud with another family, they can take something you left behind and use it against you. She told me how one of her cousins, who was a healthy, young man, died suddenly after coming back from Nigeria. Autopsy showed no sickness, no medical condition, anything, just randomly dropped dead. The family blamed it on black magic.
Sometimes I wish I knew more languages just so I could read more about these things in their native language and communicate with the people who have had scary experiences. Hopefully in my next life!
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@Eyes On The Prize, "bruja" means witch in Spanish, so yep, you probably remember correctly.
Anyway, I have two stories (sorry this is so long...)
My best friend's uncle passed away from cancer when she was young. Her, her parents, her sister, and her grandma (uncle's mom) live in the house that her uncle grew up in. Her sister's room and hers are both at the end of their hallway. One time her sister saw her uncle standing between both rooms. She ran to get her parents and when they went and looked he wasn't there. She was really freaked out and told him not to visit her anymore, and jokingly told him to go hang out with Amber (my friend). Amber started seeing him in her room after that. She had been close to him so she wasn't freaked out or anything. He likes to pop up in her room every so often and in the kitchen when her mom (his sister) makes his favorite meal. Amber's grandma has since battled cancer a few times and she says that he's always sitting next her when she goes in for appointments. There was also one time that Amber had some friends over (I was out of town that night and wasn't there.) Her uncle was sitting in her room when they all went to go to sleep and her friends freaked out. She asked him not to come when she has friends over and he left. In the morning there was a sticky note on her pillow that said "sorry" written in her uncle's very distinct handwriting. Since then, he never comes when she has friends over.
Also, my great grandfather passed away three years ago on Easter. He lived in Mexico in the house my grandmother and her family grew up in. My grandmother is the only one of her siblings that lives in America, and her brother comes up here often for doctor appointments. My great grandfather only came up with him once, even though his wife (my great grandmother) would make the trip every few years. My great grandfather was terrified of flying, so we were always sad that we didn't get to see him very often (I've only met him three times- twice when I was in Mexico and the one time he came up here). I was devastated when he passed, because he had always been in good health and I thought that I would see him again (he died from being hit by an oil truck while he was riding his bike). My grandmother's brother came up this past Thanksgiving and was helping my grandparents put up their Christmas lights. He said he looked down from his ladder and saw my great grandfather looking up at him and smiling. My grandmother woke up in the middle of the night that night and saw him standing next to her. She said hello and he smiled and waved. She blinked and he was gone. The next day we got a call from the family that lives in our old house (the house we lived in the one time he came to visit). They said that their daughter, who has my old room, said that she heard someone calling my parents' and my names. My younger brother goes to school with her so she knew that our great grandfather had passed away. We think that he was coming to visit us all one last time since he wouldn't fly.
A week or so later, my great grandmother called us to tell us not to worry because she knew he was happy. He used to play professional baseball in Mexico, and apparently his old uniform was sitting on the bed next to my great grandmother one morning. They hadn't seen the uniform for over 50 years (he didn't get to keep it). She didn't touch it and locked the door, so no one else could move it either. When she went to bed that night, it was gone. She later saw my great grandfather in full uniform holding a bat and ball. He looked at her and said "Voy a jugar." (I'm going to play), had a huge smile come across his face, and walked away. That's when she called us. We like to think that he's rejoined his team (he had lived the longest) and is playing the game he fell in love with.
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Anyway, I have two stories (sorry this is so long...)
My best friend's uncle passed away from cancer when she was young. Her, her parents, her sister, and her grandma (uncle's mom) live in the house that her uncle grew up in. Her sister's room and hers are both at the end of their hallway. One time her sister saw her uncle standing between both rooms. She ran to get her parents and when they went and looked he wasn't there. She was really freaked out and told him not to visit her anymore, and jokingly told him to go hang out with Amber (my friend). Amber started seeing him in her room after that. She had been close to him so she wasn't freaked out or anything. He likes to pop up in her room every so often and in the kitchen when her mom (his sister) makes his favorite meal. Amber's grandma has since battled cancer a few times and she says that he's always sitting next her when she goes in for appointments. There was also one time that Amber had some friends over (I was out of town that night and wasn't there.) Her uncle was sitting in her room when they all went to go to sleep and her friends freaked out. She asked him not to come when she has friends over and he left. In the morning there was a sticky note on her pillow that said "sorry" written in her uncle's very distinct handwriting. Since then, he never comes when she has friends over.
Also, my great grandfather passed away three years ago on Easter. He lived in Mexico in the house my grandmother and her family grew up in. My grandmother is the only one of her siblings that lives in America, and her brother comes up here often for doctor appointments. My great grandfather only came up with him once, even though his wife (my great grandmother) would make the trip every few years. My great grandfather was terrified of flying, so we were always sad that we didn't get to see him very often (I've only met him three times- twice when I was in Mexico and the one time he came up here). I was devastated when he passed, because he had always been in good health and I thought that I would see him again (he died from being hit by an oil truck while he was riding his bike). My grandmother's brother came up this past Thanksgiving and was helping my grandparents put up their Christmas lights. He said he looked down from his ladder and saw my great grandfather looking up at him and smiling. My grandmother woke up in the middle of the night that night and saw him standing next to her. She said hello and he smiled and waved. She blinked and he was gone. The next day we got a call from the family that lives in our old house (the house we lived in the one time he came to visit). They said that their daughter, who has my old room, said that she heard someone calling my parents' and my names. My younger brother goes to school with her so she knew that our great grandfather had passed away. We think that he was coming to visit us all one last time since he wouldn't fly.
A week or so later, my great grandmother called us to tell us not to worry because she knew he was happy. He used to play professional baseball in Mexico, and apparently his old uniform was sitting on the bed next to my great grandmother one morning. They hadn't seen the uniform for over 50 years (he didn't get to keep it). She didn't touch it and locked the door, so no one else could move it either. When she went to bed that night, it was gone. She later saw my great grandfather in full uniform holding a bat and ball. He looked at her and said "Voy a jugar." (I'm going to play), had a huge smile come across his face, and walked away. That's when she called us. We like to think that he's rejoined his team (he had lived the longest) and is playing the game he fell in love with.
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I didnt want to know, the experiances I had there were bad enough! I talked to my friend on the Phone the year after while he was still working there and he told me things had gone so bad they left the house and rented another one. He said they had called a priest to "clean" the house but that the priest said the spirit was too strong and the priest had also put his pillow on fire because the spirit used it to get in his head at night. my friend said that while the pillow was burning, he had heard a high pitch scream.
- Dec 14, 2009
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I need a movie of this.
Also, I wonder if you are renting an apartment or house if you can break a lease without consequences due to paranormal activity.
- Jan 12, 2011
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the house they were first renting, was payed by the hotel we worked for. when they decided to move, they had to pay for it themselves. so breaking a contract for free due to paranormal activity is not possible.
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these are the kind of stories about ghosts I like. it's comforting in some way that beloved family Always stays near.
- May 10, 2011
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I don't know if this qualifies, but it meant something to me. I'll try to lee it short.
My grandfather was a career pilot in the usaf. WW2, Vietnam, Korea, Berlin airlift, Antarctica etc. He died just a few months before I got pregnant with cp16. Now anyone who's followed my rambling here is well aware cp16 has ONE goal and that's to attend the Air Force academy and be a fighter pilot. This isn't a pipe dream, he's worked at it. He joined civil air patrol at 12, he's cadet major and commander of his squadron. He soloed his first plane before he got his drivers license last summer at nations flight academy and has already started the application and was accepted to their competitive summer seminar (and the cheer coach followed him on IG and has been in frequent contact which is nice).
That being said he came out with this desire when he was 6. 6 folks... And he's never wavered from it. I have no doubt my grandfather is pulling the strings from the great beyond since this is the only male heir anywhere to him from any child or grandchild.
So I've always thought that in a joking way. Until this summer.
I took his Solo certificate, the shirt tail his instructor cut out (cool story but unrelated) and an 8x10 of his "squad" to get framed at hobby lobby. While I'm standing there working with the framer he says hello to an elderly man who clearly frequents the place. He asked very politely if he could see my project and I obliged.
He asked me about cp16, turns out he was a pilot in WW2, logged something like 800 combat hours and thousands of non combat. He had pictures of his plane (p-51 mustang I believe) and talked to me for about 10 minutes. He got a little misty toward the end looking at pictures of cp16 in uniform and his solo certificate and turned to me and told me how proud he was of my son.
In that second it became totally clear to me that it was my grandfather finding a way to tell me how proud he was of him.
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My grandfather was a career pilot in the usaf. WW2, Vietnam, Korea, Berlin airlift, Antarctica etc. He died just a few months before I got pregnant with cp16. Now anyone who's followed my rambling here is well aware cp16 has ONE goal and that's to attend the Air Force academy and be a fighter pilot. This isn't a pipe dream, he's worked at it. He joined civil air patrol at 12, he's cadet major and commander of his squadron. He soloed his first plane before he got his drivers license last summer at nations flight academy and has already started the application and was accepted to their competitive summer seminar (and the cheer coach followed him on IG and has been in frequent contact which is nice).
That being said he came out with this desire when he was 6. 6 folks... And he's never wavered from it. I have no doubt my grandfather is pulling the strings from the great beyond since this is the only male heir anywhere to him from any child or grandchild.
So I've always thought that in a joking way. Until this summer.
I took his Solo certificate, the shirt tail his instructor cut out (cool story but unrelated) and an 8x10 of his "squad" to get framed at hobby lobby. While I'm standing there working with the framer he says hello to an elderly man who clearly frequents the place. He asked very politely if he could see my project and I obliged.
He asked me about cp16, turns out he was a pilot in WW2, logged something like 800 combat hours and thousands of non combat. He had pictures of his plane (p-51 mustang I believe) and talked to me for about 10 minutes. He got a little misty toward the end looking at pictures of cp16 in uniform and his solo certificate and turned to me and told me how proud he was of my son.
In that second it became totally clear to me that it was my grandfather finding a way to tell me how proud he was of him.
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That's really weird...
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@Cheermom1969 saw a ghost at Disney.
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SPILL.
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A Disney princess ghost! Lmao!!!!
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This made me actually snort with laughter. (but you know that... Because you were sitting next to me when I read it)
@OfficialOWECheer - sadly, it wasn't a real ghost.
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This isn't really paranormal, but I'm super freaked out right now so I'm going to put it here. We never used our home phone anymore, so my mom cancelled it a few months ago. We still have an old corded phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen though. If you try to call it, it says the number has been disconnected. All of that is perfectly fine...
Until about five minutes ago when the phone rang 5-6 times like there was a call coming in. I was way too scared to answer it. I feel like I'm every basic white girl that gets killed in the first five minutes of any scary movie. I'm not going anywhere near that phone for a long time. I feel so dumb but I'm so scared right now hahaha
Until about five minutes ago when the phone rang 5-6 times like there was a call coming in. I was way too scared to answer it. I feel like I'm every basic white girl that gets killed in the first five minutes of any scary movie. I'm not going anywhere near that phone for a long time. I feel so dumb but I'm so scared right now hahaha
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