December 2016 Moms
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Spooky Stories
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Around this time every year, I get obsessed with looking up scary stories on the internet. Of course, I know most of the stories aren't real, but if the tale is good, I don't care! So what is the spookiest thing that has ever happened to you ladies? Or the best scary story you've ever heard? And for the sake of all our sanities, let's leave scary birth/baby stories out of this. I'm looking for fun scary, not "keep me up for the rest of the trimester" scary.
Re: Spooky Stories
My husband and I were fixing up an old house a few years ago. The house had been property of the court for about two years after the owner died without a will or any known heirs. The executor of the estate, a local sheriff's deputy, told us that the previous owner had died alone in the house. That story, combined with the really rough condition of the property, was probably why we got it for so cheap.
For about three months, we would work on this house every day after work and on weekends. Since the place had been abandoned for two years, there was water damage to repair, carpet to rip up, and wallpaper to strip. It was a massive task, and it meant that a lot of days we would work really late into the night trying to fix the place up.
So one night, about a month into working on the house, I had a really weird dream. I dreamed that I was in the foyer of the house, and there was a man standing there with me. I don't remember what he was saying, but I remember that he started getting aggressive with me, and in the dream, I felt like I had to get out of there. I woke up that morning and didn't think anything of it.
That night, we worked until about 10:30 at night. DH was wiped and decided that he would head home, but I wanted to finish stripping a little more wallpaper. We had taken separate cars so DH drove home, and I stayed behind, alone in the foyer of the house.
I had the radio on while I was working, and about twenty minutes after DH left, the radio suddenly went from Top 40 songs to loud static. I went over to adjust the radio, but no matter what station I turned to, all I heard was static. So I just switched off the radio. Now I'm alone in the foyer, and it's dead quiet.
That was when the temperature in the foyer suddenly dropped. It went from pleasant to chilly in an instant. I grabbed my coat, and at that moment, I felt like there was someone watching me. I peeked down the hallway and into a couple of the nearby bedrooms, but they were empty. Still, I couldn't shake the creepy feeling that there was someone else in the house. That was when I remembered my dream from the night before, about the man standing with me in the foyer. I ran out of that house so fast that I left all the lights on and barely remembered to lock the door!
Ever since that incident, nothing weird has happened in the house. I have never felt frightened going there day or night, and our friend who now lives in the house now has never reported anything strange.
I've told this story to my husband, and he has a logical explanation for everything that happened. Insulation in the house was bad hence the temperature drop, radio was old and probably had a cruddy cable, and the dream the night before had already put me in a jumpy mood. But whether there was anything freaky going on or not, it was still one of the scariest moments in my life!
The house was passed on through the generations, my great great aunt and uncle who built the house, both passed away in the house mid-century. The house then went to my Grandma, who also passed away in the house in the late 1990's.
That was when my mom, sisters and I couldn't see it sold off, so we moved in with plans to buy out my aunt and uncle when our other house sold. In the 2 years that I lived there, there were so many strange and unexplainable things that happened there is no possible way that I could tell them all. I was 16 when we moved in, and before then my opinion on ghosts was that they could exist, but I wasn't a believer. By the time we moved out 2 years later, I believed. As did my sisters, mom, and many friends that witnessed paranormal craziness.
One time, my 3 friends and I were in my room when it felt like someone was watching us. One of my friends ( Elle) and I both looked at the doorway and saw a fuzzy, transparent figure that looked like a woman wearing a dress. Even though she was fuzzy, you could tell it was a person. She floated into the room and stopped between Elle and I. I looked down and took a deep breath... and don't remember anything that happened in the following 30 minutes. We had been playing a game before, and I was totally confused about where we were in the game and was trying to explain the move I'd just made. All 3 of my friends explained that I did that move when we first started the game and they were all looking at me like I was crazy. But Elle, who had seen the lady, was freaking out...
Another time, I was supposed to watch my niece while my sister went to work. I accidentally slept in and my sister was knocking on the door and yelling at me to wake up. The doors had a special deadbolt lock on them that had to have a key to open from the inside and outside (my grandma had Alzheimer's and would randomly leave the house, hence the locks). My room was upstairs, I heard my sister and woke up, and ran to the top of the stairs. My sister had stopped knocking at this point. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, the deadbolt unlocked and the door opened completely on its own. Which left my sister and I staring at each other open mouthed. Me at the top of the stairs and her on the front porch. We tried to figure it out, but there was no way the door could have unlocked and opened by itself. It was nuts.
I have so so many more stories about crazy things that happened in that house, but I gotta get stuff done today!!!
When I was in elementary school, I had a friend whose house I would go to a lot to play because she also had an older brother my brothers age so it was a win-win for the parents. There was always weird things going on and we'd play that we were ghost hunters a lot because we swear we would see them. Things would get knocked off shelves or counters when no one was near them or doors would open and close, particularly upstairs. I still remember just generally there being something about that house. For an unknown reason to me (at the time) we stopped going over. I soon found out my friends mom died unexpectedly and the kids and dad moved and I never saw them again. It wasn't until later in life that I learned the mom had become "unstable and seeing things" and one day locked herself in an upstairs bedroom and committed suicide. It's such a sad story and still to this day it makes me think if the things we saw as children weren't just out "vivid imaginations" but real and her mom was experiencing it too.
TTC since November 2015
BFP #1 12/17/15 - MC 1/28/16
BFP #2 4/22/16 - EDD 12/30/16
This is what I love doing also!! Unfortunately this job has reddit blocked and I'm too lazy to read on my phone. WAHHH
DS: 12/20/16
EDD: 11/29/18
I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.
So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.
Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.
I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.
As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I’d be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.
I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.
At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.
I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
DS: 12/20/16
EDD: 11/29/18
Another:
In college, I would go home every other weekend to work at the job I had since high school. I would drive directly from campus after my last class on Friday to my job (about an hour) and, after my shift was done, I’d go back to my parent’s house which was out in the middle of nowhere.
My parents weren’t yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard – save for the yard light. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat.
That’s when I noticed that the bathroom light was on.
Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?
As I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. We’re not talking resting bitch face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it.
We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent’s pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone.
DS: 12/20/16
EDD: 11/29/18
on a ghost tour.
DH is not into getting scared, so I wait til he's gone or in bed.
My grandparents house has always made me feel uneasy. No matter where you are in the house you feel like you're being watched.
So that night we all go to our respective sleeping quarters with me at one end of the hall, my grandparents and parents diagonally across from each other in the middle, and my brother in the living room across the foyer at the other end of the hallway. Around 2 am my brother, parents, and I are all still up in our various rooms reading, Internet exploring, and whatnot. I hear what I assume to be my dad and brother in the hallway talking for a few minutes and I think nothing of it.
The next morning at breakfast my dad asked my brother what he and my grandpa had been talking about the night before in the hallway. My brother looks confused and says something along the lines of him thinking it was my dad and grandpa. At this point my grandpa simply states that he didn't get up last night.
We still legitimately don't have any idea who we heard and my brother has since done some amateur ghost hunting with a voice recorder and gotten some actual evidence to back that experience up.