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A few years ago I was walking home from a party that was on Belaire street. It was about one in the morning. I decided to cut through DW fields park for a short cut. When I walked up the hill towards the tower I noticed what looked like a dog running towards me but didn't see me. When I made a noise for it to hear it stopped short,looked at me, then bolted into the woods. The scary thing is, when it turned to bolt into the woods, what ever it was, was running on only TWO LEGS!!.
Submitted by anonymous
Categories: woods, dogs
Just wondering if anyone has ever come across any stories regarding, or indeed sighted themselves, the possible ghost of Rocky Marciano, if you have please contact me on johncameronpoet@bigstring.com, the reason for my interest is due to my research into his life for a proposed biography and any stories pertaining to his possible spirit would make an interesting aside, many thanks and I hope to hear from any and all shortly.
Submitted by John Cameron
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man
I was in my room, I may seem unreliable because I am only twelve right now, but a few years ago, I was reading in my room that I share with my sister, my sister was in my other sister's room with her, and I was alone. I am going to keep this short. I looked at my door and I saw a girl, I felt her name was Stephanie. She was tall, had
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black hair, her head was down so you could only see her hair, and she had a white dress with black boots, and a cotton rim at the bottom. I looked back at my book, and then looked back at the door, and she was gone.
Submitted by anonymous
Categories: girls, home
I had an apartment in Brockton, MA, on Glenwood Street, 2nd floor. Everything was fine until we started ripping down wall paper and painting the woodwork and putting joint compound on the walls. Then I heard a woman say ''Hi'' in my ear as I was walking through the kitchen and I ran to the living room where my kids and husband were looking at me kind of weird, because of the expression on my face and my 7 yr. old son said, ''What's the matter?'' I said, ''Nothing'' and smiled, not wanting to scare the kids, who were 7 & 2 years old at the time. Then another night my husband said he was going to the laundry-mat across the street and I was going to stay home with the kids and I was going to finish painting my bedroom woodwork. And
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there was a connecting door from my bedroom to the kids bedroom and they were playing in their room. I heard my living room door knob giggle and I almost went to open it, but decided against it, thinking, ''Maybe it's not my husband, he has a key to let himself in, I'm alone, I'm not opening doors for anyone. A minute later I heard the voice of a woman behind me saying, ''Hello'' (in a really sweet voice, as if she were talking to a child, like she was looking down at) I never turned around to look behind me and ran into the kids room and slammed the door behind me, I was painting that door casing leading into their room. But before my husband left to the laundry-mat he had emptied a pouch he wore around his waist full of nails, into an old, empty rolling pan (that you use to roll paint with) after I was in the kids room, I heard what sounded like men's shoes, I was picturing them, those black laced shoes that older men used to wear (I don't know why) but I could hear pacing, back and forth in front of my bedroom door, something was picking up the nails and dropping them back into the rolling pan over and over. I grabbed my eldest sons' baseball bat and he said, ''Alright mom!'' I ran out the kitchen door with my kids and we sat on the stairs in the hallway, until my husband came home. Then one day I was walking into the kitchen and all the cabinets had little round button type things, that you had to push to the side to open, (latches, I don't know what they're called) But anyway, when I walked into the kitchen all the cabinets started to open one by one, like 6 cabinets. I blamed it on the hooks in my mind, and just kept walking into the bathroom. The bathroom light had a pull string to turn it on/off, but it was broken off, so we turned the bulb off and on instead, I got what I went in the bathroom for and shut the light off and walked out. The only other people that were in the house were my husband and the 2 kids and they were at the other end of the house is the living room, I walked into the kitchen and went back into the bathroom to get my hair brush that I had forgotten and when I went back into the bathroom, and I had only walked a couple of feet away the light was back on. One day something jet black was filling up in the toilet and in my kitchen sink at the same time, I could see both of them from where I was standing, almost over flowing in both, then it went down on its own, as quickly as it came up. We also had people down stairs that kept complaining that we were making a lot of noise, they kept coming up stairs yelling at us, when we weren't even moving or talking, just quietly watching TV, or playing a board game, or building a puzzle, no noise what-so-ever. And she would come up stairs flipping out on us, saying she couldn't take the noise anymore and that she was going to tell the landlord, she did that all the time, which by the way, he believed everything she said, because she was there for years and we had just moved in. One day our living room front door wouldn't open, no matter how hard my husband and I turned the key, slammed our bodies into it, but then finally it opened. I decided we should keep this door locked and never use it again and to use the side door instead, off the kitchen. The day my husband, kids and I were playing a board game on the floor near the living room door and it just opened by itself about a foot wide. My eldest son says, ''Did you see that?'' I was too afraid to go near it to shut it, I had my husband do it, this is the same door that we went through hell trying to open. Another day I had a nightmare in that house, that seemed like I was still awake though, and there was this invisible thing trying to suck me into the radiator and if I wasn't strong enough I was going to die if it made me hit the radiator near my bed, so I struggled real hard trying to stay on the bed and it stopped, and I guess I woke up, or whatever. And I looked at my bedroom closet door and it seemed to have disappeared and turned into a long dark hallway, and I just kept staring at it. But not long after that we started seeing bugs around the house that we had never seen in our lives all kinds of different bugs, and slugs all over our front stairs outside and a rat and a bat were in the house too, and we never had any of these critters, until we started fixing things. The bat was flying right towards me staring in my face, from the bathroom to the living room so I ran and slammed the door in the living room behind me, turning around, still running, I accidentally ran into my husband taking him off his feet and he hit his ribs on a hard, wooden, pointy edged, heavy end table, cracking his ribs according to the hospital. I didn't mean it, I felt bad because he was on the floor face down, with his knees on his chest, and his hands holing his face, making no sound, not moving, ''I said what's the matter, did the bat bite your face?'' I didn't even realized I hit him like that, I was so scared of this place and was running when I hit him, slightly. But he was trying to turn and run, with one of his feet off the floor, and that's when I struck him. We went to a hotel that night cause we couldn't get the bat out of the house. After I shut the door to the kitchen/living room, we left through the living room door, we could see the bat in the window looking at us from outside when we were getting into our car, the bat was now in the living room window. The house was shaped funny, you could be in the kitchen, go through the kids room, through our room, to the living room, back into the kitchen without turning around, but the pantry was off the kitchen, go through that and you were in the bathroom. When I told my husband before it all got to this point, not to tell the kids, because ''I don't want to scare them'' My youngest son came up to me one day and said ''The ghost won't let me get my baby'' I called it his baby, it was a 'My buddy doll', so he started calling it his baby. And my 2 yr. old said, ''We gotta bust outta here'' He was right. We tried to find a place, but we were having no luck, so we went to stay with a friend until we got our own place, just to get out of there. .
Submitted by Just Me
Categories: home, voices, animals, family, lady
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