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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Leslie on January 21, 2005, 01:53:32 AM
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Ok fellas, we've talked about everything except haunted houses, and so I offer up my haunted house experiences.
First haunted house I've ever been to was built out of oyster shells back in the early 1900s, (though I found check receipts from the 1870's in the attic.) The house was located in a remote spot, but it's long gone now. Partying teens burned it down most likely. But it's burned down unfortunately.
I went there 3 or 4 times and took my frat bros with me when I found out about it. The first time we went there I saw a newspaper in the attic with the headlines "Battle of Britain." (1941) There was an old trunk in the attic and it may have been in there, I can't remember. It was looted by us (I shoulda kept the paper!) as were some check stubs.
This was a good sized house, three stories with a lookout tower and about 1200 square feet on the first floor. All constructed from oyster shells. It was built in the late 1800's or early 1900's.
The legend goes, an old sea captain built the house and it was believed he had stashed away money there. One night a robber came up and demanded the money, and when the old man refused, the robber struck him down with an ax on the front porch, killing him. The rocking chair was still on the porch and hadn't been moved from where the old captain sat when he was killed.
We talked about spending the night there, but the house was not far from an occupied house (on their property.) Local kids knew about it and stayed clear. We didn't stay overnight more because of trespassing than being scared of ghosts.
On one of my visits I brought home a decorative piece of furniture, a small fleur-de-lis design that would have gone on a hall tree. I remember seeing the hall tree on one of my previous visits, but it wasn't there that time. Only the piece was left. My house burned down not long after that, and I blame it on that piece of wood.
My friend and I negotiated a spider web covered stairwell full of hundreds of baby black spiders with orange dots on them. I figured them for mutated or newly hatched black widows because of the house. They didn't look like black widows and were small. This was the only way to the attic, but the house was well lit during the daytime. The attic was huge and a welcome sight, as the floor was solid..
There was no practical way up into the tower. The stairway was collapsed and the third floor walls were mostly down. But that house would definitely qualify as a haunted house even without ghosts. It was fun to explore.
Les
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Originally posted by Leslie
Ok fellas, we've talked about everything except haunted houses, and so I offer up my haunted house experiences.
First haunted house I've ever been to was built out of oyster shells back in the early 1900s, (though I found check receipts from the 1870's in the attic.) The house was located in a remote spot, but it's long gone now. Partying teens burned it down most likely. But it's burned down unfortunately.
Do shells burn? :confused:
We had a few places we would go too. Darkness + spooky setting + good urban legend = lots of great memories.
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I saw a ghost when I was a kid...but he was friendly.
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And ghey!
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Originally posted by Heiliger
Do shells burn? :confused:
We had a few places we would go too. Darkness + spooky setting + good urban legend = lots of great memories.
That is a good question Heiliger.
Last time I visited there, the only remains were a couple 3 by 5 foot solid concrete blocks. There is virtually no trace of a house that size ever being there. Either the shells burned up or trucks hauled 'em off. The woods have taken it over almost completely..
Les
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Originally posted by Leslie
That is a good question Heiliger.
Last time I visited there, the only remains were a couple 3 by 5 foot solid concrete blocks. There is virtually no trace of a house that size ever being there. Either the shells burned up or trucks hauled 'em off. The woods have taken it over almost completely..
Les
Maybe they were hauled away. Don't they use oyster shells for some calcium supplements or something?
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I thought we were talking about haunted houses.:D
Les
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Originally posted by Leslie
I thought we were talking about haunted houses.:D
Les
Oh yeah, sorry... maybe a ghost took 'em...
:D
I got a few urban exploration stories, only one HH story, but I am not getting into it here. lol
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Leslie, look what I found...
Oyster Shell House, Mobile area.
See below for information.
A visitor writes, "This house was once my great-grandfather's. William was his first name; William Dexter. He fought during the Civil War and later aquired a large amount of land. He was an oyster grower and made a lot of money that way. He had his house made out of the shells of the oysters that made him rich. Roof, walls, shingles and more. He was brutally murdered in his home in the early 1900s. I don't remember the exact date but he was in his nineties when he was murdered. He was quite active in his older years with most of the pretty girls in town. The last girl was engaged to a man and the man found them together. He went home, got an axe and went back and killed them. William's nephew was killed, too, when he tried to keep the man from killing his uncle. This all happened on a dark, stormy Wednesday. From family history and accounts, if you are on the grounds there is a concrete slab that was it was built on. If you are there on a Wednesday before a storm, you can see William and his nephew's blood seeping out of the slab and the rest of the remains of the home."
http://dawghouse.topcities.com/alabama.html
Is this it?
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Yesh I read that too, but it's not the original story as I was told it.
Les
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Here's a real haunted house story. When I visited my sister's house in London. I used to sleep in a downstairs room. Often I would wake up in the middle of the night with the feeling that someone had been in the room and left. I didn't think much of it and assumed that is was nothing. Nothing scary happened.
Sometime later I mentioned to another sister. She surprised me by saying it had happened to her too. It also happened to my Mother and friends who stayed. In fact everyone who slept in that room experienced it except my brother who probably wouldn't wake up if a bomb went off outside!! Weird.
Another one. I work with a girl who comes from a farm a few miles from where I sit now. The family own two houses on the land. She told how she scared her sister's boyfriend who was staying in the smaller house by telling him about the ghost. I thought she was being funny and said something about it being a good joke. But she looked at me as if I was stupid and said. 'I'm not joking there really is a ghost. A woman in old fashioned clothes walks down the corridor. I've seen her myself.' In fact her whole family have seen it and are completely matter of fact about it. They completely accept the fact that there is a ghost in the house and are simply not afraid of it. I don't think I'd be so calm.
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Where does the ghost go if you burn down his house?
Here's one, that's not related to a house, but it is weird and has been tested by my brother-in-law:
Outside a small town in Iowa, not far from my hometown in southern Minnesota, is an old highway. As it passes by a cemetery, the road curves down into a shallow depression, then rises and crests a hill before coming into town. If you drive along this road and stop you car in the middle of the depression, turn your engine off and put it in Neutral, the car starts rolling up the hill by itself. My brother-in-law was doubtful when he heard the story so he did it himself ind proved it. The story goes that back in the 30's, a family with car trouble had been in that spot when a truck came over the hill and smashed into their car, killing them all. Now their ghosts remain at the spot, pushing cars that stop there out of the way to safety.
I wouldn't believe of word of this if my B-I-L hadn't tried it.
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That's tempting fate for sure.:D
We're talking about haunted houses here, not haunted highways.
Les
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Originally posted by oboe
If you drive along this road and stop you car in the middle of the depression, turn your engine off and put it in Neutral, the car starts rolling up the hill by itself.
You sure he wasn't in San Antonio?
http://users3.ev1.net/~abraxox/ghost_tracks.html
:D
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Originally posted by oboe
Where does the ghost go if you burn down his house?
Here's one, that's not related to a house, but it is weird and has been tested by my brother-in-law:
Outside a small town in Iowa, not far from my hometown in southern Minnesota, is an old highway. As it passes by a cemetery, the road curves down into a shallow depression, then rises and crests a hill before coming into town. If you drive along this road and stop you car in the middle of the depression, turn your engine off and put it in Neutral, the car starts rolling up the hill by itself. My brother-in-law was doubtful when he heard the story so he did it himself ind proved it. The story goes that back in the 30's, a family with car trouble had been in that spot when a truck came over the hill and smashed into their car, killing them all. Now their ghosts remain at the spot, pushing cars that stop there out of the way to safety.
I wouldn't believe of word of this if my B-I-L hadn't tried it.
my father foud a spot like that in germany in the late 80's...
we where on he way home when the car broke down so he puled over into this side road and got out of the car to look that went wrong.after some time he asked me to put the car in neutral ....
the car started rollin up the hil 5-10 feet would stop, roll back and start all over back up the hill
that was the wierdest thing i ever saw......
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Originally posted by oboe
Where does the ghost go if you burn down his house?
Here's one, that's not related to a house, but it is weird and has been tested by my brother-in-law:
Outside a small town in Iowa, not far from my hometown in southern Minnesota, is an old highway. As it passes by a cemetery, the road curves down into a shallow depression, then rises and crests a hill before coming into town. If you drive along this road and stop you car in the middle of the depression, turn your engine off and put it in Neutral, the car starts rolling up the hill by itself. My brother-in-law was doubtful when he heard the story so he did it himself ind proved it. The story goes that back in the 30's, a family with car trouble had been in that spot when a truck came over the hill and smashed into their car, killing them all. Now their ghosts remain at the spot, pushing cars that stop there out of the way to safety.
I wouldn't believe of word of this if my B-I-L hadn't tried it.
There was a spot like that in Forsyth County, GA too. Been 15 years or so since I've been there, but if you stopped and put the car in neutral, engine running or not, you'd roll up the hill.
Can't recall why/what was moving the car up the hill though. But at the top was a gnarled old tree that supposedly 3 blacks were hung from for raping a white girl. And if you let whatever force push/pull your car over the top of the hill, which is where this tree was, you would die in a car accident before you got home that night.
Went out there 3 times and it would pull my car about 3/4 of the way up the hill and just stop and sit there.
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Here ya go......
18 Brighton Ave, Seaside Park, New Jersey.
I've lived in this house in the early '70's. It is a three story house made of wood second house from the beach.
As the story goes it was once owned by a Sea Captain in the late 1840's or 50's and often used the second floor of his house as an aid station for those injured during storms.
I'm not sure how he passed away, but his spirit still remains in this house. I have seen things move for no reason at all. I have had cold spots flow through me even during the Summer.
The owners at the time, Jack and Agnes Johnson, have had simular expierences. They just call him Captain. He has never been threatening but you can feel his presence when he is in the room. There was a room on the third floor that I went into only once during the two and ahalf years we lived there. It was I guess the Captains room that faced the sea.
Just go to the address above and ask those that live in the house now of any strange occurances.
Mac
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Have you ever stood next to a bus and then went it started to move, your equilibrium shifts and you almost fall over?
Ever sit in your car in a parking lot while a car next to you starts to move and you stomp on your break thinking that it's you that is moving?
Don't trust your own mind sometimes. It plays tricks.
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Great site for haunting info. (http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/)
They have a page that has info on Famous haunted places. Including the ToysRus about five minutes from my work.
I worked with a guy who worked there who said it was a strange place to work.
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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 (http://www.hitechcreations.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=66962&referrerid=3787) 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."