Andarthiel on 1/11/2008 at 14:39

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Wow, there are some good stories here and they are freaking me out. The Paranormal is one of my interests especially ghosts and cryptozoology(big foot, other weird creatures etc.) but I don't think I've had any weird experiences except the occasional panicking usually at night and usually centered around a small window. There's something about those sorts of windows at night that makes me feel like I'm being watched but it's probably just paranoia.
Other than that I've had no supernatural experiences.

Random_Taffer on 5/11/2008 at 21:04

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I'm enjoying this so I'm going to keep this thread going. One story of my own at a time.

Ok, so I was about 6 or 7, and during the days in the summer when my mother was at work I would go to our neighbors house to be babysat. They lived in a very old house. I don't quite recall how old, but I believe they said that it was at least a hundred years old at that time.
Anyway, the basement they had was equally ancient, stone walled, concrete floor. It seemed like something straight out of Bafford's Manor.
His dad stored his tools down there and his mom did the laundry down there, but none of his brothers or sisters liked to go down.
He told me that there were demons that lived down there and that they liked to scare him and his sisters or play tricks on them whenever they went down.
I, of course, didn't believe a word of it.

One time, when we were playing hide and seek with his sisters (we played a sort of hide and seek/tag cross), we had hidden together outside and were found. We then ran to the house to escape being tagged.

We ran inside and the basement door just looked so appealing so, not really believing a word of my friend's stories, I crashed through the door and ran down the steps into the basement.
My friend reluctantly went with me.
We went through the basement, hearing his sisters running around up above us somewhere. Apparently they didn't see us enter the basement.

We entered a large room that was the end of the basement and happened to be the laundry room and also, where his dad stored his tools.
We stood in there, whispering for a while (with the light on) and I couldn't help but shake a really creepy feeling that some presence down there was very amused with the fact that we were hiding there. It felt like something was watching us and laughing silently in some dark corner.
I dismissed the feeling as just psyching myself out at all the stories he'd told me at first, but as dismissing it didn't make it go away, I remained a little wary.
We heard the basement door open and heard his sisters start down the stairs.
He flipped off the light switch and hid in a large laundry basket, clothes over him. I did the same in another basket. (I still don't understand how we fit in those things but we did.)
I couldn't see a damn thing, but I heard whispering and the sound of feet scuffling about the room as his sisters entered.
They turned the light on, but didn't see us. I could see their legs.
I heard his older sister say something followed by "...must have went back outside out the back door."
I then heard them both leave and the basement door shut again.
Since the light was on, I could see over to where my friend was hiding and we sat up in our baskets, looking at each other smugly. He looked as if he was about to stand up, but then stopped and I'll never forget the sudden look on his face. He looked terrified, as if he were about to get sick.
I started to ask what was wrong but he shushed me with a finger to his lips.
There was a few seconds of silence, but then abruptly...
The power drill, which was sitting on the counter beneath his dad's tool rack, TURNED ON and began spinning and squealing wildly.
We both jumped up out of our baskets and tore the hell out of there.

As we were running up the steps to the world of light above, I could have sword that I heard deep, guttural laughter rumbling behind us as the power drill continued to squeal. I'm willing to consent that my mind most likely created the laughter in it's state of paranoia, or that the drill was going, so it was rattling oddly against the counter and creating the sound, but it still doesn't explain why the drill suddenly just turned on by itself.

It was profoundly creepy but, oddly, neither him, nor I ever spoke to each other about it after that day. We also never went back down to that basement again.

TBE on 6/11/2008 at 03:25

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Another one of them Sasquatch stories:

Just after high school, I bought a crotch rocket Suzuki motorcycle. I had this female friend named Dawn who liked to go for rides with me. Sometimes we made out a little bit, but mostly we were just friends.

So anyway, we end up going down some dirt road I have never been on before. She says the road turns to pavement in like 2 miles. Fine, I ride my precious motorcycle down this washboard road slowly. My motorcycle starts over-heating, and I see a pond near the road. I figure it's a good place to pull over and try to make out a little, and cool my bike down in the mean-time.

We sit on the edge of the pond on a slope, and throw pebbles into the pond. We kinda kiss a little, and talk about things. Then we hear this noise at the edge of the pond. The sticks kinda cracking under someone's or something's foot. I look around, figuring it's someone trying to play a trick on us, as it wasn't so remote that people couldn't be around. I didn't see anything, but I heard footsteps coming around the pond towards us. The footsteps were bipedal, there's no mistaking the noise we heard. We sat there whispering about the noise and what should we do, as the motorcycle was a good 20-30 meters away. The footsteps continued around behind us in the trees, and went around the pond even further. Again, it was 2 feet. The noise was moving around the pond from where it started again, and went behind us again. It was staying in the brush, and moving quicker than anything I think any man could do. It seemed like it went around the pond (about 40 meters across) in about 30 seconds, and it was further away from the pond than we were. So it was making a circle of about 65-75 meters in diameter. The hair on my neck had never gotten any stiffer than at that point of my life. It was making circle after circle. I think it made about 3 circles before we looked at each other in disbelief. She says, "What are we going to do?" I tell her that the key is already in the motorcycle, and we'll jump on it and get the fuck outta Dodge. We wait for it to get to the far side of the pond again, and bolt like Walter Peyton to the bike. I get on first, then her, and I take off like a bat out of hell. I was riding it like one of those dirt track motorcycle guys do. Her and I never really talked about that again. I haven't told many people this story either, as it sounds frickin' crazy. :erg:

TBE on 6/11/2008 at 22:41

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It was close to Jacksontown, Ohio. I was trying to find it on Google, but things have changed in the last 20 years. :(

I think it was close to Ridgely Tract Rd and OH-13.

heretic on 7/11/2008 at 03:18

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I was stationed at Camp Demi, Bosnia in '99 and '00.

One of the guard towers had been the subject of so many strange activities that had been reported for so long that it had actually made it into an ARMY times blurb. As I remember, the reported events ranged from various odd sounds such as scratching or banging to a displaced crying and/or whispering, which were most often reported during early morning-shifts.

There was talk of 'sightings', but no one was foolish enough to go on record with any of those. A common complaint was that things would often go missing, such as food or other small items. Despite the fact that it would have been quite difficult to pull off, it's hard to say where the mischief ends and the oddness begins though since practical jokes are a no brainer in such situations.

The scuttlebutt regarding this activity actually became so common place that it was often mentioned during the changing of the guard. If nothing else this served to keep us awake, which may be a large part of the story. The locals claimed that the general area of the tower had always been a strange place, but I could never get any of them to elaborate on anything.

The tower (which had lasted through several years) was eventually tore down and rebuilt at another location shortly after we were relieved by 10th MTN.