One morning, John Sullivan found himself walking along a street downtown. He could not explain what he was doing there, or how he got there, or where he had been earlier. He didn’t even know what time it was.
He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her. “I’m afraid I forgot my watch," he said, and smiled. “Can you please tell me the time?" When she saw him, she screamed and ran.
The he noticed that other people were afraid of him. When they saw him coming, they flattened themselves against a building, or ran across the street to stay out of his way.
“There must be something wrong with me," John thought. “I’d better go home."
He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away. “This is crazy!" he said to himself.
John did not understand what was going on, and it scared him. “Maybe someone at home can come and pick me up." he thought. He found a telephone and called home, expecting his wife to answer. Instead, a strange voice answered.
“Is Mrs. Sullivan there?" he asked.
“I’m sorry, she isn’t," the voice said. “Her husband died a few days ago in a horrible car crash, she’s at his funeral."
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Two gentlemen were working in the town’s small general store. The store was quiet and no customers were shopping until she walked in. A small frail woman dressed in grey entered the store, and proceeded toward the dairy section, saying nothing. She picked up a glass container of milk and, without paying for it or even glancing at the gentlemen, walked out of the store.
The men, surprised by the woman’s thievery, hurried out of the store after her...but she was gone.
A few days later, the incident occurred again.
The same small woman dressed in the same grey dress entered the store, grabbed a glass container of milk, and left without paying. Again the men tried to follow after her, but she was nowhere to be seen.
After a couple of weeks, she appeared once again.
The same small woman, dressed in the same grey dress, entered the store, paid no attention to the men, snatched a glass container of milk, and vanished out the door. The men, slightly more prepared this time, quickly followed the woman out of the store. She hurried down the town’s main street and the men found themselves having to run to keep up with her. She hastily turned down a dirt path, just at the edge of the woods. This is where the men lost her.
They trekked on further and came to a small cemetery neither of them knew existed. Suddenly, they heard a small noise. Concentrating, they identified it as a baby’s cry...it was coming from the ground. The ground from which it was coming from was in front of a fresh gravestone marking the death of a mother and her infant who were buried together. Unsure of what else to do. the men quickly found shovels and exhumed the coffin. The crying became louder as they dug.
When they reached the coffin, they pried off the lid and inside found the small, grey-dressed woman...dead...with a live, crying infant in her arms...and three empty glass containers of milk. The poor child was mistakenly buried alive and the spirit of her deceased mother kept her alive until she was found.
Yes it is but I can not keep up! lol
Oh yeah and one the pics in your sig is not working I see a box with a red x inside a bigger box..well there was a second pic...o.o
Yes it is but I can not keep up! lol
Oh yeah and one the pics in your sig is not working I see a box with a red x inside a bigger box..well there was a second pic...o.o
Well, I will start off by saying that growing up I have always been perceptive to ghosts or spirits, or whatever you wish to call them. I am now 19 years old and am more terrified than I have ever been by a ghost in my life.
I have been living in my grandparents house for about four months now. Growing up I used to spend a lot of time here and there was always one room that I tried to avoid because it made me feel very uneasy and panicky. That room is now the one I sleep in. For the first several months I didn’t feel anything more than the usual uneasiness and occasionally the feeling of being watched. However, the feeling made me so uneasy that I sleep with a night light, which is not typical of a 19 year old.
A few weeks ago I was talking on the phone with my boyfriend and my grandparents were asleep so I had shut my door so that I would not wake them. (I usually sleep with my door open, again because I was uncomfortable). I noticed that I was starting to fall asleep after the phone call and thought to myself that I needed to get up and open my door, but I felt so tired that I decided to leave it closed.
After falling asleep I started having horrible nightmares about my family dying, and all sorts of terrifying other things. I knew that I was sleeping and they were just nightmares so I tried to wake myself up, but I couldn’t. I felt like something didn’t want me to wake up and was forcing me to stay asleep in these nightmares. I finally was able to wake myself up enough to jump up and open my door. I was so shook up that I grabbed my bible and said a prayer. It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep, but when I did I no longer had the nightmares.
After that I noticed anytime I left my room and the hall way was dark I immediately became very paranoid that I was being watched. I felt like someone was standing behind me, watching over my shoulder. I would find myself running to the living room where there was light because I felt sure that something was reaching out to attack me. I also have several very over-protective dogs. The oldest of the dogs never barks unless the mailman comes or there is someone at the door, and even less often growls. I started to notice that when I am home alone she would stand outside the door in the hallway and back bedrooms and growl for several seconds, and then walk away.
After this I would have nightmares more and more often. The same type of nightmares and the same feeling that something didn’t want me to wake up. I am not one to be scared easily but all of this had really started to get to me. My grandparents go out of town often and I am left home alone. Due to recent events I have become afraid of sleeping alone at night so when I was left home alone this weekend I had a friend stay over with me on Friday night, and Saturday I stayed with a friend.
Last night my grandfather came home and I thought that I would be able to sleep well. But now I find myself nervous, and anxious. I feel like I am being watched all the time and feel very paranoid. Last night I started having horrible thoughts, just scary images in my head of death and decay, horrible things inside my head. Last night I was so on edge that I didn’t sleep. I haven’t slept in over 34 hours, and I am not tired at all. I have no appetite either, which is very odd because I am always eating.
I Guess this isn’t really a story to tell, I am just more interested in if anyone has any idea on what I should do. I do not think my grandparents would believe me if I told them and I do not know how to make this all stop and go away. Can I make it go away and if so how do I? If any one could help me I would really appreciate it.
A woman has just left a mini-mart after purchasing a few odds and ends for supper that night. She walks to her big four wheel drive vehicle and climbs in. She puts her bag over on the passenger seat along with her purse, she settles in and starts up the engine. She pulls out of the shopping center, onto the main road. It’s about 8:00 and she is trying to rush home to get supper started, knowing that her husband will be starving.
As she drives she feels a chill run up her back, so she turns on a little heat. She has a very unusual bizarre feeling that she can’t quite name. All of a sudden this maniac swerves by her car almost running her off the road. He stays along side her car waving and pointing at her, swerving dangerously all the while. She’s frantically trying to keep control of her car while trying not to run into this maniacs car beside her. She finally speeds up and leaves the weirdo behind her.
She turns on the radio for some soothing, calming music.
She’s relaxing, trying to talk herself into a calm state after the incident with the unknown driver. All of a sudden she sees bright lights flashing her from behind. She glances in the rear view mirror and it’s the same car, driven by the psycho she’s just encountered 3 minutes ago. She ignores him and concentrates on the road only to be flashed again from behind by the glaring lights. She once again looks in the mirror back at him. Her forgotten radio station is interrupted by a news flash about police helicopters in the area, on the trail of a serial killer. She turns the radio off and concentrates on the road and turns her attention away from the pesky car behind her. She’s only a few miles from home and again the car behind her flashes a bright blinding light straight into her rear view mirror. She’s had enough of this guy but she’s not bold or stupid enough to stop and confront him.
She tries to lose him by going down some back roads. She’s hoping he will go on his way and not follow. As she turns down another dirt road she sees his lights once again. She quickly picks up her cell phone and hits 911 quick dial. She tells the police the story of what’s been happening. They assure her that they will send out some squad cars to meet her at her home, but she will need to drive around for about 10 more minutes so the police can get to her house before her. So she drives on, only to have the maniac drive up closer to her bumper, threatening to hit her car, flashing her each time.
She is frantic now and can’t wait to pull into her driveway. After about 10 minutes she heads down the road to her home and the safety of her husbands arms. She sees the police cars ahead and suddenly feels all the pressure and frantic, wound up nerves in the back of her neck relax. She rolls into the driveway and the unrelenting car behind her rolls in behind her. The police are stationed outside her home in the bushes and in the neighbors bushes.
As the frightened women jumps out of her running car and runs to her husband who is waiting by the garage, the police approach the old man in his car. They have their guns drawn and they instruct him to get out of the car with his hands up. He’s shocked and doesn’t understand why the police are pointing guns at him. He gets out and the police start frisking him against his car. When he’s asked about the incident and why he wanted to scare the woman. He looks up with sad eyes and says, “I was simply trying to save her life, but she wouldn’t let me help her”. The police are baffled and they know that they have a senile man on their hands. They ask him what he means by “saving” her life. The man says, “If you’d check in her car you’ll find him. He has a knife in his hand. He tried to kill her over and over again. I flashed my lights so she would look up and he would then lie back down in the back of the seat”.
Two policemen quickly run over and throw open the back door of the woman’s car. A sharp glistening knife swipes out at the first policeman making no contact, the second policeman fire’s immediately at the body and arm attached to the knife. The arm goes lifeless. The police quickly pull the body of the dead serial killer out from the lady’s back seat. He was still clutching the knife he was going to use to kill her!
Yes it is but I can not keep up! lol
Oh yeah and one the pics in your sig is not working I see a box with a red x inside a bigger box..well there was a second pic...o.o
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