In time for Halloween, I have opened up a Haunted Stories Thread. Lower the lights and post your best haunted story.

An elderly woman receives a phone call on a dark, stormy night. She hears a moaning on the other end and a voice that sounds like her recently diseased husband. The calls torment her all night. The next day, she asks her driver to take her past the cemetery where her husband was laid to rest. They discover that during the storm, a phone line had fallen down ...........and was laying on her dead husbands grave! Were the phone calls she had received the night before made from beyond the grave by her dead husband?

Confused, she returns home. There were three messages on her voice recorder. She then plays them...

OK, DD. Where's your story...huh? OK, here's mine. We wuz eatin' pork 'n beans around the campfire when somebody threw a box of .22's in the fire. Naturally, everybody ran to the truck that brought us up to the peak of that lonely mountain above the old cemetary. there was talk of an escaped lunatic from the insane asylum that had a hook fer a left hand. All 15 of us had crowded into the cab of that old single cab truck and raced back into town. When we got there, we found the bloody hook from an insane escaped lunatic hanging from the door handle. It took 15 changes of underwear and 8 buckets of hot soapy water to clean up the mess that we left!

A family moves into a nice but older house down the street. The family hears tales of a sinister nature from the former tenants. Seems there was an older couple that had lived in the house years ago and had some pretty scary things happen. Seems there were some horrifying things going on in the basement. Late at night footsteps would be heard going down the old rickity steps to the basement. Then a bloodcurdling scream would be heard and then silence. Some believed that an old man had been tormented in the basement and had his hand cut off and left there. Rumor has it it was his spirit returning for his lost member.

The family dismissed these stories as just made up stories for the kidies at Halloween. But one night, the wife heard some footsteps going down to the basement that sounded very much like the ones in the stories. So she decide to creep down to the basemnet door and find out for herself. She crept very slowly to the entrance to the basement...slowly as to not disturb whatever was making the sounds. She opened the door to the basement and saw a hideous sight, the old man standing there with his stump of a arm holding his bloody hand! She screamed and shut the door and rushed up to tell her husband who was supposed to be sleeping, but he wasn't there! She runs back downstairs and sees her husband standing there with one hand missing! He was working in his shop in the basement and had accidently cut off his hand. She asked him later about the old man and he said there was no old man, just him down in the basement! Next time, Don't look in the Basement!

Now I'm usually one to want to see the ghost before I believe it , thought it was just s'more horsepucky. That was before I moved in to my present domicile . I live here alone most of th time and notwithstanding th old house settle's and creak's, I kept hearing noises from the empty bedroom at the end of the hall . Paper shuffling,rummaging,rootin around noises . Keep in mind it was completly empty fer the first two year's of livin here. Shortly after movin in,late one nite I was downloading some music off the net , and felt a presence behind me ( I sit at my computer with my back to the hallway) All of a sudden I caught a bit of a chill,and I began to speak out loud: " OK If your a real ghost, I changed my mind... I decided I don't need proof of your existence.We can live in harmony and don't even need to say HI to each other... k?... please." Ever since, I still hear the odd sound's , and friend's have too .When I told my lad about it, he hollered down the stair's "Hey ghost dude,I ain't scared of you!!! " But ya know he wouldn't have anything to do with goin downstair's fer nuthin, by himself, till this last summer. HE HE HE I can now say I believe in ghost's. HAPPPY HALLOWEEN FOLK'S

Good one PBA!

Does anyone believe in orbs? My daughter took a picture in our living room and there is one in the back. I didn't even notice it until I showed a girl at work and she flipped about it. I came home and tried to figure out if it was a reflection and couldn't find anything that it could be.

BOOOOO!!!!!!! I do.

I believe in orbs...I was in a picture and there was one in there...I threw the pic away and when I moved 2 years later I was going through an old album...the pic was there...along with others we took from that day...all of the pics had blank spots where our eyes should be...my mom said it might have been the camera...but when you mentioned that I just remembered how scared I was...to this day I don't know how that picture got back...I have asked everyone

I have it on my computer at work. I'll have to email it to myself tomorrow and post it. Its so weird.

RAF Woodbridge, in East Anglia ,was located near the English coast just inland from from the North Sea. I was chief controller at RAF Woodbridge for a number of years. I and my own former Miss Denver lived in the nearby village of Melton, Suffolk above an old pub named The Coach and Horses for just a few weeks after our arrival in England while we waited for base housing. What a great experience this was for us. We made many friends among the locals who were regulars at the pub. One the most endearing characters was Erick Abbot. Erick was the Master of the lightship, "Outer Cobble", a vessel anchored some distance at sea and which served as a nav-aid for vessels navigating through he fog and "Blasted English Drizzle that wakes the fever in the bones." Erick was known only as "Sailor" by the locals at the Coach and Horses. Sailor worked a month at sea followed by an fortnight (two weeks) ashore. Sailor always had a terrfic "thrist" during his first few nights ashore. An English pint is 20 ounces. I've seen Sailor lift more than just a few pints during the couse of an evening at the Coach and Horses. One night in October Sailor was making his way home after an evening at the pub. Erick walked through a church yard, among the grave stones on his way home. This night was moonless and earlier it had rained. During the afternoon a grave had been dug in preparation for the next days grave side service. Poor old Sailor was only five and a half feet tall. The earth was slick from the earlier rain, and dispite his best efforts, Sailor was unable to escape the confines of the open grave. At length, exhausted, he fell into a fitfull slumber.

When Erick told me of his misadventure the next day he said that he was jerked from his sleep in the grave when another luckless chap

also fell in. This hapless fellow , unaware of Sailor, tried and tried to escape. At length Sailor tapped the most recent "guest" on the back and said "You can't get out of here."

But , he did. You really couldn't help but like Erick Abbot..

Whoo......good one, Mac!

A ghost once masturbated me to climax in my sleep.

Well, years ago in San Antonio, my dad was out hunting squirrels with his father and brothers.
As they were walking back home they noticed a man following them, he was dressed in what appeared to be a style from around the 1890's, Dad said he was about 12 years old at the time so this was around 1932.
When Dad and his companions stopped, the man would stop, this occured several times.
Grandpa decided to go back to talk to the man and find out what he wanted and why he was following them. When Grandpa started back toward the man and he vanished into thin air. Needless to say, everyone in the group decided to walk a little faster and get home before sundown.

Good story, George. I could almost picture that happening. I'll bet it made the hair on their necks stand up! That happened in broad daylight?

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Originally posted by JimSorber:
Good story, George. I could almost picture that happening. I'll bet it made the hair on their necks stand up! That happened in broad daylight?

I not really sure of the time exactly, Dad did say it was during the summer.

Ok,I got a Ghost story,kinda.At work the fire alarm pull station "pulled" itself! No one was near it,I know this because I was the only one in the office!! (No I didn't do it!) I know not real spooky,but it is weird!