When Dreams Come As Warnings

Mar03
by on March 3, 2009 at 11:34 am
Posted In: Author-Bree, Dreamscapes Quickies

When Dreams Come As Warnings

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

Years ago my 4 year old cousin burnt his grandmas house down. He was living there with his mother, sister, grandma & grandpa.  Everyone was at work except the grandma who was watching the children.  They were in a back bedroom playing. The 4 year old found a child proof lighter and some how lit the mattress on fire.   He got scared and shut the bedroom door & hid in a closet. His sister who was about 6 years old at the time ran & told their grandma, she got everyone out of the house and no one was hurt.

Come to find out a couple nights before the fire their aunt who stayed at the house from time to time woke up in the middle of the night because she had a horrible nightmare that the 4 year old (the one that lit the fire) was laying in a casket in the bedroom & there was a knight dressed all in white kneeling next to the bed & he had a sword that he was dragging back & forth underneath the bed.  She jumped up out of bed freaking out, went into the kitchen & her mother (the grandmother of the children) was sitting at the table & she said “I had a horrible nightmare” & my aunt said “me too”. They both had the SAME exact dream!

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A Woman In Red

Feb11
by on February 11, 2009 at 8:05 pm
Posted In: Author-Erin K. Moore, Ghost Stories

A Woman In Red

by Erin K. Moore

About two years ago I was at my friend’s grandmother’s house for a bonfire.  We both grew up in this area, and many people (some who were non-believers) are positive that the area is haunted…too many strange things have happened out there for it NOT to be.

Well, here’s one story to stack on top of that pile:

At this bonfire was a good sized group of our friends.  Everyone was having a good time, but as it got late the group began to dwindle until the only people who were left were my friend, myself, her two cousin’s Haus and Tony, and my now ex boyfriend.

Let me paint a bigger picture for you:  The property my friend’s grandmother owns is HUGE and in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road.  On her property there are two house’s, one she lives in and the other is a two story house she rents out to people.  All of this is surrounded by a corn field.  Beyond this cornfield is what we like to call “the woods”, but otherwise known as a forest….a forest that NOBODY dares enter at night.  Well, not anybody sane anyways.  (Yet another reason not to go into the woods)  To the right of all of this, separated by a line of trees is a gravel pit that has been closed down for years now; it’s full of sulphur and limestone.

Back to our activities that night:
We began recalling our experiences with the “strange” out there while also including other’s experiences that we’d only ever heard about.  (Who doesn’t love telling ghost stories around a fire?)

The next thing I remember is my friend’s cousin Toni daring my ex to walk by himself all the way down to the end of the cornfield (which ends by the woods), walk around the edge all the way until he ends up back in our little area, but on the other side of us.  All of that for ten dollars.

I found this amusing until my ex agreed to it and then something hit me in the pit of my stomach.  Suddenly, to both my friend and myself, this was a bad idea.  As he neared the beginning of the cornfield I ran out to try and talk him into coming back with me, explaining that this was a bad idea.  I didn’t know HOW or WHY it was a bad idea…I just knew it was.  So after five to ten minutes of reasoning with him he finally decided to come back with me and forfeit getting ten dollars.

Of course Haus and Tony had to poke fun at him, but while one of the two were in mid-sentence I happened to look back toward the cornfield.  That’s when we all noticed that a very thick fog was suddenly present and had stopped like a wall at the very edges of the cornfield.  It seemed to have come out of the woods.  Haus had a maglight and used it to judge the thickness of the fog.  The fog was so thick even the light wasn’t getting through it.

Okay, that’s definitely strange, but not enough to spook us…yet.

We then hear a woman’s voice calling for something…but we couldn’t make out what she was trying to say, and we didn’t see anybody outside.  It did sound like it was coming from my friend’s grandmother’s house so we figured it was time to call it a night.  We successfully put the fire out and began to walk towards the house, when everybody stopped, and Tony told us all to stay together.  Tony then points the light at the “thing” he was looking at.  We all see this woman in a red night gown with crazy black hair.  When the light reaches her eyes her jaw drops lower than I’ve ever seen a person’s jaw drop before, and her eye’s are reflecting the light like an animal’s would.  She almost looks like she’s hissing, but there’s no sound coming from her.

This is when Haus takes off after her and she takes off into the house.  Now when most people run, they bob up and down even when you can’t see their feet-not her.  She glided into the house at an undeniably fast pace.  At this point the rest of us are standing in view of the only two exits from the house…and she never came back out.

Unfortunately though, everyone else who HAD been sleeping in the house came outside to find out exactly what the hell was going on.  (They had been wakened because Haus tore through the house wailing like a banchee)  After we told them what we saw they tried to tell us that we were just imagining things ( because apparently we were having one of those group hallucinations sans the drugs) and the other theory they came up with was that we had seen my friends Aunt outside.  So we all pile into the house to talk to her, but she’s fast asleep.  She had the black hair and the red night gown but none of that was anywhere close to what we had just witnessed.

Beaten down by the doubt of the family, we all hung our heads and headed back outside…to discover the fog was gone.  Not a trace of it ANYWHERE.  Go figure-we didn’t even have THAT part of it to back us up.

Next we find out why Haus chased the woman in red-apparently he thought this woman was going to steal his motorcycle.  I couldn’t tell you where that reasoning came from if I tried.

The next morning Haus was still very pumped up and on a mission to prove that the woman we saw was not their mother (my friends aunt).  So he conducts an experiment and asks her to run into the house-but she can’t get around that well or that fast.  At this point she’s arguing with him telling him that she’s not going to run because she can’t…when she tries she’s just sort of waddles and it’s obvious she’s having a hard time.

To this day none of us can come up with an explanation for what we saw.  We take comfort in knowing that it’s not out of the ordinary to have something like that happen out there…even if we’re the only one’s who believe each other.

Recently my friend came up with a theory of her own.  She thinks it’s possible that the woman is a demon…and she thinks it lives in a tree in the front yard of her grandmother’s house.  As strange as that may sound, she has reason for that theory.  The same year this happened one of her friend Chris’ bonehead buddies wanted to show off for everyone.  So the two hooked up a rope to the back of Chris’ truck and tied it around the bonehead’s neck after looping it around a branch in the tree.  This guy had apparently done this many times without anything going wrong…until that night.  Bonehead gives Chris the “go ahead” and Chris hit’s the gas pulling the bonehead up the tree by his neck.  He is semi-saving himself by holding onto the rope so it doesn’t tighten around his neck….but his arm gets stuck and the rope is caught on the tree and now the guy is being strangled a good 20 feet up in a tree.  So even though Chris backed the truck up, this guy was stuck because of the rope was still tangled and caught up in the tree, leaving the rope tightened around the kids neck.  The only thing Chris could do was climb up the tree and cut the kid down.  Luckily the bonehead survived with little injury-but the worst would have happened if Chris hadn’t acted so quickly.

Maybe it’s coincidence, maybe not.

We still have no real explanation for either of the two incidents.  No descriptions (paranormal or otherwise) match up to the woman we saw that night…I also have no proof that the two incidents are in any way linked.

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Mom Is Still Paranoid

Feb11
by on February 11, 2009 at 7:47 pm
Posted In: Author-X, Guardian Spirits

Mom Is Still Paranoid

by V

My mother passed away last November.  This is an incident that happened a night or two after she died.  There are however a couple things to note first.  My mother was disabled and would often call me in during the night to help her with whatever she might need at the time.  One of the things she would often wake me up to deal with would be things she would work herself up to worrying about.  You see she had been in a very bad trailer fire as a child, and as such had a phobia about fires.  She would often eye the electric heater or any other ‘dangerous’ piece of equiptment, such as the power bars, she considered fire hazards, and then call me in specifically to deal with any dangers she would notice around them.  This usually meant someone had left paper or a stuffed animal closer than she deemed safe.

A night or two after she passed found myself, my sister, and my four year old niece all sleeping across my mother’s bed.  It was very late and I was sound asleep, when I woke to the feeling of some pressure against my chest.  The feeling was as if someone was pushing in the middle of my chest with the palm of their hand, not a solid pressure but an actual push; like what you would do to wake someone up.

I blearily opened my eyes and tucked my niece’s hand under the covers, sleepily assuming it had been her hand, despite it being nowhere near my vacinity.  Satisfied I closed my eyes to return to sleep.  Almost immediately I was pushed again.  I jerked open my eyes, and looked at my 4 year old neice, who’s hands were still innocently under the covers where I’d placed them.  I whispered her name, in some half asleep reasoning that she must be awake and messing with me.  Instead of waking up she mumbled something in her sleep: “Mum mum said shut the furnace off.”

That caught my attention.

I couldn’t reach the heater from where I was, so I poked at my sister and told her to turn off the heater.  She blearily patted the controls until it shut off, tucked her hands back under her pillow and slipped back to sleep.  Satisfied in that sleep logic sort of way that I had done what I was asked, I slipped back to sleep.  Some time later the pressure woke me up again this time three sharp pushes.  This time I called out my sister’s name, and again instead of the sleeper waking, she muttered in her sleep:  “Mom said shut the heater off.”

That woke me up to the fact that the heater was on again.  Apparently her blindly slapping at the top of the controls only managed to temporarily stop it.  I yelled and woke her up (Well wake the Hell up and shut it off then.) more solidly and made her turn off the heater properly.  As she did it this time I stretched over to ensure she was doing the right thing, and noticed the stack of tissues laying around the heater.

Just the sort of thing my mother would have worried and stressed over before waking me up to come deal with it.

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A Concerned Visitor

Feb11
by on February 11, 2009 at 7:33 pm
Posted In: Author-Bree, Guardian Spirits

A Concerned Visitor

by ~Brovinadeergooberpoop~

The only paranormal experience I have ever had happened around 2003.  I always thought if I had an experience I would be petrified but surprisingly I wasn’t. I was going through some hard times in my life but it nothing that was too much to take.  Looking back it wasn’t even that big of a deal.  A really good friend that I had known since junior high had joined the Navy and we kept in close contact.  I had gone down to visit him and we more or less fell in love and wanted to be together.  I considered moving there.  The whole long distance thing was too hard. We tried but the timing was just off.  We remained friends and then eventually lost touch.

So one night I was sleeping and I usually would leave the TV on or the computer on.  That night I didn’t.  It was pitch dark in my room.  I woke up to what I thought was my brother talking to me.  He was kneeling down on the floor by my bed talking to me.  And I remember thinking ‘why is my brother in my room messing with me & trying to talk to me when I’m sleeping’.  Now I was out of it cuz I had been sleeping but at this time my brother wasn’t even living with me, he had moved out years before.  So I’m trying to sleep and he is in my room talking to me and I’m answering him but I cant remember what we were talking about word for word.  I had an alarm clock that was on my bed near the wall and I remember looking at it and it was a couple minutes after 3:00 a.m.  Now I’m getting annoyed cuz its 3 in the morning and he’s talking to me and I’m trying to sleep.  So I am just trying to ignore him and fall back asleep. And he started asking me if I was happy, things about my relationship, what I was gonna do, if I was gonna move to Virginia etc. Then I started to get uncomfortable because I am realizing this isn’t my brother.  Me and my brother are close but we don’t have heart to hearts about my relationships.  So now I’m starting to get a little freaked out. I’m in and out of conscienceness and I’m realizing there is a man in my room that I have been talking to and it isn’t who I thought it was.  So I turned over and when I did my hand landed by the edge of the bed and when it did it landed on a mans forearm that was resting on my bed.  I ran my hand down the arm to the wrist and I felt a mans hairy forearm.  This I know I couldn’t chalk up to a dream. I psychically felt it. I jumped up and turned on the lamp next to my bed and there was no one there.  I wasn’t scared. I didn’t feel threatened. I was intrigued.  Whoever it was cared about me and was genuinely concerned about me.  So I turned the TV on and tried to get back to sleep and every time I would start to fall asleep I would wake up to someone shaking my bed from the foot of my bed. Eventually I fell back asleep. The next day I told everyone. My mother, my aunts and uncles. They were all amazed. They immediately thought it was my grandfather.  He used to tuck all the kids in bed and sit or kneel next to the bed and talk and tell stories.  And the weird thing is that I thought it was my brother, well from what they tell me, my brother is the spitting image of my grandfather. He talks like him, walks like him, has the same facial expressions, the same mannerisms.  Maybe that was why I thought it was my brother.  I’m convinced it was my grandfather.   Just checking in to see if I was o.k.

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Stupid Creepy Asshole Ghost That I Hit On Plank Rd.

Feb01
by on February 1, 2009 at 8:40 pm
Posted In: Author-Erin K. Moore, Ghost Stories

Stupid Creepy Asshole Ghost That I Hit On Plank Rd.

by Erin K. Moore

About two years ago my sister and her girlfriend were coming home from Milan at about 8:30 to 9:00 pm. They decided to take the expressway toward Plank rd. My sister began to merge off onto the exit for Plank going at least 70 MPH when a man stepped into her path. At this point I can imagine that her adrenaline was pumping-BIG TIME. She said that she immediately slammed on the brakes, and as she was doing this the man turned and made eye-contact with her. She said the way he looked at her made her feel like he was trying to say “You’re next” with his eyes. The man didn’t give her enough time to stop and hitting him was inevitable…except he vanished right before her truck would have slammed into him. As this happened, the truck kept moving and the RPM’s and MPH’s were going crazy along with all the other electronics in the truck. Both she and her girlfriend felt like they were overheating as all this was going on, but described it as a heat that passed through them. When my sister regained a little control, she pulled her truck over and stopped to make sure she hadn’t actually hit anybody. Nobody was there except two terrified girls in a big pick-up truck.
They arrived home wide eyed and terrified as they recalled the entire event to my mother. Meanwhile her girlfriend had called one of her friends to tell them about it, because unfortunately this wasn’t something she could go to her parents about. After a little while someone called back with a claim that the man in question had been seen all over Milan that night, but after a little research seemed to be linked to Plank rd. and/or Plank rd. cemetery.

This is when Big Sis decides to step in. I wasn’t so much fascinated by this as I was pissed off. (I felt like my little sister had been picked on-so the protective instinct kicked in.) I called up one of my friends and relayed the story. As we were talking the phone’s started to crackle on both ends-and then both calls were lost. Strange. Since there’s a cell phone tower two doors down from my parents house. He calls me back and as soon as we begin talking about the incident the phones begin acting up in the same manner…again. This time my friend could hear a man’s gruff voice underneath the crackling, but couldn’t make out anything he was saying. We try the phones again, this time I have told my mother what just happened and put the phone on speaker so we can conduct our little experiment. We go about chatting like normal and then switch back to the previous topic of the man who just terrified my sister…same result as the previous two times. I guess you would call that a success, and it freaked my mom out. One more call from my friend, but this time it’s just to discuss the fact that he was coming over to pick me up and we were going to go investigate the area which my sister had just been in as well as Plank rd./ Plank rd. cemetery.

The exit/entrance ramps for Plank rd. leave us empty-handed. We head from there to Plank rd. and I instruct my friend to find a radio-station. He asks: “Do you want me to put one on with static?” I answer: “No, we need one or two without static to see if there’s any interference.” We settle on 101.1 which is coming in clearly…as we near the cemetery the radio begins acting up in a similar manner to our phones when we had been discussing the ghost earlier. This unfortunately is no proof of paranormal activity-anything could have been interfering with the radio stations out there…even though they don’t act up in the area normally, still nothing solid.

We drove into the cemetery and, again, came up empty handed. For days I continued to drive the path my sister drove at different times of day/night/weather conditions and kept coming up empty handed. I even tried calling the ghost out like you would if you were calling someone out to “fight like a man” or “pick on someone your own size…or dimension”. No response. Of course, the next time my sister drives out that way she runs into him. This time she floored it and took off.

The only experiment I have left to conduct is taking my sister’s truck, sister in tow, and drive the path again. If for some reason he likes toying with my sister…maybe he’ll come out again if he thinks I’m her.

One more thing to consider: A year or two prior to this incident a man was hit by a car one night while walking home from the Moose in Milan. He would have survived, but later that night he was hit again.

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