Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Share your spooky stories

Last Halloween we got some really good, scary stories. And last year I told a story that was really scary to me--and true, but it wasn't a ghost story. It was a story about waking up to find that some strange woman had broken into my home and was in my son's bedroom talking to him. A scary story doesn't have to be supernatural (but those are awesome), it can be anything that straight up scares you! 

With that thought I'm going to tell you one that terrified me. It's absolutely true and you'll have to decide if it's supernatural or not. I believe that it was...out of the ordinary. 

When I was a young mother I had to move back home with my parents and our house was very crowded. In my bedroom was my full sized bed which I'd moved up against the wall. My infant daughter's crib, and my son's Little Tykes car bed. Two sisters also lived in the house and so there were 5 toddlers ages 2 and under living there.

I'd had to move my bed against the wall beneath my window in order to get everything crowded in that I needed. Call me stupid, but I had the window half opened and I never left it open because of how the bed was positioned. But on this day I just wasn't thinking and my 18 month old son and 2 1/2 year old nephew were playing on the bed. I remember thinking that I needed to go over and close the window and when I turned to do it, it was to see my son going through the window. I saw him press against the screen and then his diapered bottom as he went through and out. 

The house was two stories high and my window was beneath the driveway. No bushes, no cushiony lawn, just the hard cement driveway. I screamed. I screamed call 911. I screamed for my sister to grab my nephew so that he wouldn't fall too and I screamed all the way out the house. And I was the only sound there was. There was no crying baby sounds coming from outside. 

The world goes inside out when you have a moment like that. You think about a million things in the span of a second. I couldn't stop thinking that one thoughtless action had just changed everything in my life as I dashed out of my house.

Weird thing is that other than knocking the wind out of himself and knocking off his diaper, he was perfectly okay. The ambulance came so fast that I couldn't believe it. The doctor's kept feeling his head but he didn't have a hickey and the one bruise he had was on his hip where the diaper had popped loose.

I asked the doctor how it was possible that he was not even bruised and he told me something that I'd heard but hadn't taken quite so literally. The doctor said that a toddler's bones are like rubber and when my son fell out of the window he literally bounced. I asked why he didn't bump his head. 

The doctor said he didn't know.

And that is the thing that terrified me more than anything else ever had.

I'll tell you another one later and this next one will be a bit more paranormal.


  1. I drive a lot in my job, going from place to place fixing stuff. I have a company van and it with all the stuff in the back I cant always see whats behind me.

    One night around 8pm EST I was on my way home. Driving down I-4 doing about 75 mph when suddenly out of no where this car is speeding towards me and he taps my bumper as he's slamming on breaks and that pushes me forward a bit. All of a sudden there is smoke every where from his tires and then he spins out crossing 3 lanes an crashes into the wall in the middle of the highway.

    Living in Florida I see a lot of accidents but that truly scared me. If he would have spun out in the opposite direction I don't know if I would be here today.

    I have a paranormal one too but I'll be late for work

  2. Last year (my first year of college) I lived in the dorms of my college with three other roommates. I go to College of Charleston which is supposedly ridden with ghost. The roof is even painted blue on the bottom because it was an old custom to keep spirits out. I never read too much into things like that because people tell scary stories all the time about Charleston because of its history.
    One night, I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep and I kept hearing this insane tapping noise. It sounded like Morse code but every time I lifted my head from the pillow, it would go away. It happened on and off for a few weeks, always at night, and I told my roommates about it, but no one ever heard it but me.
    For fun on Halloween, we all went on a free Ghost Tour provided by the history majors on campus. They told us that our particular dorm used to be an orphanage for girls. (Excuse me for not checking the facts properly, but I believe it was a girls’ orphanage…) They said the orphanage closed down after a fire destroyed part of the building and killed some of the children. They even told us that some people have heard tapping noises that is remnant of kids playing jacks on the floor. This made me perk up because I thought that’s what I was hearing… maybe. I have no idea if this is true or not, but it was really creepy.
    Wait… It gets weirder.
    The girl who I roomed with had slight insomnia so she got a prescription to help her sleep. The pills made her very loopy as they took effect, then she would just be knocked out. Well, we were having a conversation one night after her pill, and she started getting really tired. She was in-between the wake/dream state and she was laughing and telling me the silly things she was seeing. When she finally passed out, I turned off the light and attempted to sleep.
    A few minutes later she wakes up and goes “Whoa! Do you see that garden?” then she talks about children in the garden and other funny nonsense. Suddenly she goes, “Do you could see the little girl? She’s in front of your bed… Never mind. It’s just me,” And goes back to sleep. My entire body stiffened and I was so struck with fear I was actually shaking. It took me hours to relax and actually go to sleep. After that night, every so often I would still hear the Morse code and I was always the only one. Maybe there really was a ghost child who died in a fire in front of me, maybe not. But I’m never living in that dorm again and I’ll never forget that night.
    You (readers) should check out the history of Joe E. Berry dorm in Charleston and see if you believe my experience was supernatural or not. I refuse to do it for fear that I might realize it was!

  3. wow, you guys are giving me the heebie jeebies. It started with the story about the car accident. I totaled my car once and I remember how my life replayed itself. Once everything came back to reality I looked in the backseat and saw that it was in the front seat...

    But then A. Paradise is making me scared to go to sleep! I'm a firm believer that special things happen in that period between sleep and wakefulness. Spooky stuff!

    Now Kitty sends me a story to my email that truly creeped me out. I'm going to post it for her here. Enjoy.

  4. Pt 1

    Hi Pep,

    I'm thinking something may be wrong with the submit feature on your blog, or that I'm just not meant to get this story out...so weird LOL. I pasted my Halloween Story entry below, and I'll be happy to post it once the issue is fixed, I just didn't want to lose it for the fourth time after typing it :-)


    Okay, the fact that this is the fourth time that I've tried to post this story is creepy in and of itself.

    About 11 or 12 years ago, my mother lost her house after only owning it a few years. She'd lost her job, and after being unable to find a job locally, and exhausting her savings; she had to take a job in NY. The new job didn't pay enough to afford her two homes, so the one she owned but wasn't going to live in was the one that had to go, so she packed up everything she could, and left behind the rest. She'd also left some things behind just for me, so I needed to pick them up before the foreclosure process started.

    I made the 45 minute drive out there, with my babies as my only company, this would be only the second time I'd been there since she left. Since it was only a few things, and would take no more than about 5-10 minutes tops; I decided to let them sit in the car while I quickly went inside. My car alarm would allow me to leave the car running by remote start, and they'd be safe inside. "Mommie'll be right back, okay babies?" They just smiled and nodded their heads, and I smiled back and went inside.

    As soon as I stepped inside the side door; something felt off, way off. I quickly made my way over to the fireplace and grabbed a poker and that little shovel, if somebody was in there I was getting ready to poke and scoop! After checking the entire house and not finding anyone inside, I started gathering the things to load into the car. As soon as I stepped out of the door, that heavy feeling was gone and I felt fine. I took the bulk of the items out at one time, and stopped to check in on my babies. They were fine, looking at me with those beautiful little round faces and bright eyes. Once again I told them "Mommie'll be right back babies," smiled, and went back in for the rest of the things.

    I checked my watch while I was standing on the stoop outside and it was 2:02. As soon as I got inside, that feeling was there and I whispered, "I have gotta hurry up and get the fuck outta here" to myself. After putting the last few items by the door, I walked around to make sure that there were a few lights left on to deter thieves. As I walked across the large living room, that heavy, foreboding atmosphere started to get thicker. 'OK, time to go!' I thought to myself, and as I turned to walk toward the side door and took two steps; I can only describe what happened next as if I was electrocuted by pure spiritual energy. I stopped dead in my tracks, and was so overcome with this feeling that everything started to go white, and I was literally swooning. In that moment I was afraid for my life, and I was terrified about what would happen to my babies if I let whatever this thing was, make me pass out.

  5. Pt 2
    I couldn't stand anymore because my legs were like jelly and wouldn't support my weight for a second longer. As I went down to my knees and elbows, I made a vow that I would NOT pass out and the only thing I could think to do was to yell at the top of my lungs "I AM NOT GOING TO PASS OUT. YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME PASS OUT YOU SADISTIC MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Everything was still white, and I refused to lay down for even a second. My legs wouldn't work, so I used my elbows to drag my body across the floor, praying to God that my sense of direction was guiding me correctly. I crawled, more like slithered across the carpet; yelling various obscenities and gibberish along the way, and when I felt the linoleum of the kitchen floor, I knew I was going in the right direction. After I hit the carpet floor in the family room, my legs decided they'd join the fight and I was able to scramble to my feet. The white that I was seeing was slowly fading, but my vision was still incredibly blurry. I staggered over to the doorway, and when I touched the metal doorknob to lock it; I saw the electric arc when it shocked me, and I hurried out the door.

    As soon as I stepped outside, I was fine. Vision back to 20/20, total mental clarity, and I was able to take several deep breaths. My elbows that moments before were on fire and in severe pain, felt absolutely fine and there wasn't a mark on them. I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face, I hadn't even realized that I'd been crying. The entire ordeal had to have taken at least 10 to 15 minutes, but when I looked down at my watch; it was 2:04, only two minutes had passed.

    I didn't debate for a second about going back in for those last few items, they were the casualties of that whole experience. I stretched, reached and grabbed the doorknob, and saw the electric arc again right before I felt that final shock. I slammed the door, and almost tripped over the steps as I ran off of that stoop.

    I collected myself before I got back in the car with my babies, and we tore out of that driveway as quick as you possibly can on gravel and dirt. As I was driving off, I looked at those babies again and I was so thankful that I'd brought them with me, but not into that house.

    I told my mom what had happened, and she told me that she was sure that it had to have been her extreme sadness about having to leave that house, and I told her that I couldn't believe that was all that it was because I know that in no way, shape or form, would any part of her try to do me harm. The line was quiet for a few moments as she seemed to think about what I said.

    To this day I shudder to think what might've happened if I'd gone to that house alone that day, or worse yet; taken my babies inside with me. I've only been afraid for my life twice, and the other was due to a medical condition. I've never felt that way before or since, and God willing, I never will again. I get chills recounting this story here, all these years later. Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction!

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  6. My supernatural story goes as this.

    When I was a little girl I loved to play in my room alone. I would always pretend to play with someone and had lots of fun.

    We picked my sister up from her moms house for the summer and when we got back home she made me so mad. I stormed out of my room and she slammed the door.

    A few minutes later I hear yelling and banging on the door. She was screaming someone let me out. So my dad went to open the door and he could turn the knob but not push the door in and then my mom tried and the same thing happened.

    My dad went out back to get some tools to take the door down and with my mom standing there I said, "It's ok Betty, I'm not mad anymore. Can I open the door?" I walked up and opened the door with no problem and my sister ran out past me. My mom stood there freaked out.

    A few weeks later our neighbor told us that our house was built where a smaller house burned down and the lady there liked to play with the neighborhood children

  7. Wow! You got some really good ones already. Thanks for posting mine for me. Maybe it was too long or just maybe...I was right! lol Reading the whole email makes it even creepier!

  8. I will be driving sometimes and suddenly the radio will start to turn up or down. I can actually see the volume going down to 4,3,2,1 and then there will be no sound. At that point I yell, "Mom I was listening to that!" The radio will then turn back up to the original volume.

    There are other times when a song my mom use to like comes on the radio and suddenly the volume will start to increase. I will have to say, "Ok Mom I know you like the song but lets turn it down a bit and then the radio will start to turn back down.

    I swear she lives in my radio. It doesn't happen all the time and the last time was months ago. At first it freaked me out but its nice to know she's watching over me

  9. That was a sweet on, Anonymous. I'm happy that your Mom still lets you know that she is with you.

  10. I don't know if mine really counts as spooky, but it scared the crap out of me. This is something that happened to me 4 or 5 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

    I have always been a speed racer when driving. It was close to 12am one morning and I was leaving a friend's house. My friend lived in Avondale, La., a area not known for its racial tolerance. Needless to say, as a woman of color traveling alone, I was ready to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

    The trip from Avondale to my house in New Orleans takes about 45 minutes, so I was putting the pedal to the medal. As soon as I left my friend's house, I had this great sense of foreboding, as if something unspeakably bad was about to happen to me. As I continued driving, the feeling began to get worse.

    I turned onto a street with an elementary school and began heading further down the road. I was alone on this road when the school zone signs began to flash. My first instinct was to slow down, but as my foot moved towards the brake, a thought occurred to me:

    Its 12 in the morning. Why are the school zone signs flashing?

    With that thought, I put my foot back on the accelerator and began to speed up. As I was moved past the school and headed for the train tracks ahead, the track warning lights began to flash. Slowing slightly, I didn't see a train in either direction, so I sped over the tracks as well.

    I quickly drove the mile down the road and stopped at the stop sign where I normally make a right turn. Just as I was about to turn, I saw a car speeding down the street. The car, which had to be going 50 or 60 began to slow down as it neared me. As it got closer, I saw that it was a hearse. When the hearse slowed to a near crawl as it passed me, I looked to see the driver staring at me, shaking his head in disapproval, the way that a parent does when a child misbehaves.

    When the hearse had moved out of the intersection, I turned left, continuing my trip home. By now, I was officially creeped out and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, so I floored my car down the street to the light 4 or 5 miles ahead.

    The faster I went, the deeper the sense of foreboding became. As I hit 60, I heard my mother's voice in my head, telling me to slow down. just as i heard her voice, I saw headlights coming up in my rear very quickly.
    Turning my head, I watched as the same hearse pulled along side of me.

  11. Unable to help myself, I looked over to see the driver of the hearse looking at me yet again, a frown on his face as he shook his head at me. For a split second, we locked eyes and it was as if i was seeing my own death within his eyes. Looking back at the road, I watched in fear as the hearse sped up and got over in front of me.

    When he began slowing down, I felt myself start to panic and tried to speed up and go around him. Every time I tried, the hearse would move to the center of the road and block my path.

    At this point, I felt more afraid than I had ever been in my entire life. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as we slowed to about 40 miles an hour. but I heard my mother's voice reassuring me that everything would be okay and that I just needed to slow down.

    Trusting her voice, I slowed even further, around 30 miles an hour.When I did, the hearse driver sped up and headed down the road to the traffic light. When he arrived at the red light, he was exactly in the position that I would have been in if I had continued speeding.

    When the light changed, the hearse surged into the road, just as I would have.

    I wouldn't have seen the gas truck speeding down the road that decided to run the red light. I would have been the the same spot as the hearse when the tanker collided with it.

    Only my car wouldn't have disappeared in a flash of light like the hearse did.

    Right after it happened, my cell phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was my mother calling. When I answered the phone, she asked me if i was okay. Relieved just to hear her voice, I relaxed and told her that I was. When I asked her what she was still doing up, her words chilled me to the bone.

    What did my mother, the minister, tell me?

    Something had woken her from from a sound sleep to warn her that something was about to happen to me, and that she had spent the last 15 minutes praying for me.

  12. Oh Resa...you got me sitting here looking around all nervous-like. That creeped me out big time! Yay for Mom!

  13. It still affects me. From that day forward, I sit and wait a few seconds after the traffic light turns green. I am very leery of hearses, and I never, ever, left Danielle's house after dark again.

  14. I normally sleep with my back to the wall. Some reason it makes me feel safe but one night I was so tired I fell asleep on the edge of the bed with my back not facing the wall. I woke up in my sleep not being able to move. I realized I was awake but something was holding me down. As I tried to move I heard a faint whisper in my ear. Fast whispering in a language I couldn't understand. The more I tried to get up the faster and angrier the voice got. At first I was scared because I'm a dream pro. I know how to control my dreams even wake up whenever I feel danger so I knew I wasn't dreaming and their was nothing I could do. The more I kept struggling the louder an closer the voice got.It's like it was holding me down and it's face was in my ear. Something told me to pray and I did. I prayed that Jesus would save me and the voice got lower and lower until I was able to move. I sat up and started to cry. Sometimes I et the feeling something is in my room but I pray and I never sleep on the edge of the bed again.

  15. Anonymous, this happens to me as well and to a lot of people. Google 'Shadow People'...if you dare. For me it is more than 1. And when they came I prayed them away. Right around the time that my Dad died they kept trying to come back and I would be terrified and in a panic. Nightly it would happen--for months. And then abruptly it stopped.

    Though this is a very scary thing that has happened to me--it is something that I don't share with people unless they know about the shadows and experienced it themselves. You would be surprised by the number of people it happens to. You'll be drawn to them somehow and if you ask you will see a surprised look on their face when they tell you their story.

    I wrote the story; the Shadow People to explore what was happening to me.


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