Originally posted by Leslie
Ok fellas, we've talked about everything except haunted houses, and so I offer up my haunted house experiences.
Les
Actually we have ... from this
thread I wrote some of my experiences.
"Its Halloween time... share your real life ghost stories!
I will start it off. This is kinda long but well worth it.
I lived up in Placerville California home of the Coloma Gold Rush surrounded by locals "haunted by the miners" I had 4 experiences which I can't explained. Being the sceptic I am I have no explination for the things I experienced.
Placerville is famous for the "Hangmans Tree". An infamous tree that served justice to many illegit miners. I worked at a cafe on Main Street, other side of the west wall was the stump of that very tree (spooky music inserted here).
One Sunday morning I was bussing tables and told to clean the restrooms. The back hallway to the restrooms was very narrow, you almost had to walk single file. As I'm approaching the womens restroom and very young girl in a blue ruffle dress squeezes by me and enters the restroom closing the door.
I clean the hallway trash bin and wait outside the door for the customer to finish. The boss comes up to me with a scowl look on her face"Why aren't you in there cleaning" she barks. I tell her of the little girl. She opens the door and there is no little girl in the restroom, just the light on, the sink running and a spilt waste basket. She was ticked, I was puzzled.
Two weeks later I was working an evening shift. On the west wall (same side as the stump) there was a huge Elks Head mounted on a plaque over a table against the west wall. A man was eating at the time. Suddenly the man starts choking on his dinner. He's choking so bad he gets up and runs to the restroom. While he is gone minutes later, the Elks head slips from the plaque shattering his table and chair.
The next day I ask a long time waitress about the 'ghosts'. I'm answered with countless stories of strange patrons, salt and pepper shakers that roll off tables at night and scatter the ground, and a true tale of two carpenters that stayed the night in the resturant while they were remodeling the place( to detour theft ). Turns out they attepmted to stay the night in the area designated to be the walk in freezer. So the story goes these two men just up and left in the middle of the night, left all their tools and didn't come back to the cafe to retrieve them, instead they met the owner at a half way point 4 days later. They told her stories of old men yelling at them in the night telling them to leave, toliets over flowing with water, sinks turning off and on, and waste basket paper blowing around the kitchen area like there was a huge wind.
Continuing to be sceptical I figured there had to be an answer.
Business was about to pick up for me...
So late one afternoon I'm closing with a waitress. It's only 4pm but during the Fall and with large buildings on Main Street it got dark fast in the ole cafe. The Kitchen and pantry where in the shape of an "L" the small side of the "L" being the pantry and the top of the "L" the entrance to the kitchen which had two Old West swinging bar doors. The pantry was full of assort sizes of mixing bowls for the Apple Hill pastry season. Immediately to your left entering the kitchen was the large metal sink.
We were vacuming and almost done when I had to ask her what she thought of all the ghost stories going around. She told me to be quite and she didn't have an opinion nor saw anything suspicious. I continued to prod her about the issue saying stuff like " you can't possible believe these people, they are all just trying to get attention". She kept on vacuming and I finished mopping the kitchen and turned off the light. Being a brat, I rolled a tennis ball across the room from the kitchen, "poltergiest stlye" doing whatever I could to play games and make lite of the situation. Soon we were both laughing about it all and calling out loud to the kitchen together "'We aren't afraid of no ghosts!", "come on out ghosty!" and similar rantings. Then suddenly...
BOOM!
A tremendous crashing sound came from the kitchen I had just mopped and turn the lights out in!. We were both frozen. She turned to me and asked "What the hell was that?!". It was all I could do not to run away at that moment. I had a broom still in my hand and slowly walked toward the kitchen, she was right behind me creeping along. I reached in with the mop around the corner to flip the light switch. What I saw was amazing. All the baking pans that were systematically stack in the pantry were littering the kitchen! There were pans on the floor, on the oven, on the sandwhich bar. I hear a noise and quickly turn to my left.. the sink.. Inside the sink was a mixing bowl still spinning on it's axis like a quater woud if you spun it. We both turned, and ran for the door, in our haste to get outta there we left the light on in the kitchen and the pans where they lay!, fumbled with locking the door and we were gone!!!
Now looking back I can't explain it. There was no way anyone could have gained entrance to that kitchen. The back door was one of those old castle type doors where you lay a bar down and it locks the door from the inside , the outside is seamless, no way anyone could have entered. I also mopped that kitchen from the rear to the front walking backwards, no one could have stayed in that small kitchen without me seeing.. Calling Moulder!"
"Nefarious's story reminded me of another inccident at the winery I lived at. Wineman and I had hosted a couple of full moon paintball games out in his vineyard. During one particular game a friend and I were the only ones left on our team. We sat atop this hill at the dirt intersection watching all directions for movement.. Suddenly I see one of our friends running parallel to us at the bottom of the hill. Jason is a tall guy, almost 7ft I'd say. That night he was wearing a huge green jacket. I can still close my eyes and picture what I saw. Someone huge running down the row of vines, his arms swining high above the grapes moving quickly, it had to be Jason.... So I get up and start booking down the hill, turn the corner and start firing on him maybe, 50 ft behind him. I can still see his huge frame in the dark. As I open fire he suddenly turns 90 degrees to the left nad dives down the ravine into thick blackberries and foliage. I run up to the spot where he ducked in and I'm just lighting up the entire area I saw him enter. I'm yelling to him to call himself out and I can still hear m scrambling through the thorns. I keep shooting, getting a bit ticked cause he's not calling himself dead. In the distance I start hearing some friends from the house yelling... "come back guys the games over, pizzas here". I stop shooting at "Jason" and yell to him.. "screw it I'm going back you can sit in throns"
My buddy and I walk the 5 mins back to the house. We enter the dining room and see everyone around the table eating pizza including Jason!! Everyone in plane clothes obiviously out of their gear over 30 mins at least. We ask Jason if he was playing and he tells me he was one of the 1st players out. So who/what was this person I was chasing in dark.
To this day Wineman I and call it the "ApeBeast" ( long story). Sometimes when I'm visting the winery, walking out to my car at night I'm still having to peak over my shoulder once or twice."
