The Green Ghost Under the Bed

by Cristina D.

Photo Credit: Google

I was four years old and living in a townhouse in Maryland at the time of the only paranormal experience I ever had. At the time, my little brother and I were sharing a bunk bed in a small room – he slept on the top bunk and I slept on the bottom. We kept most of our toys under the bed because the room was so small. So whenever I wanted to play with a toy, I'd just go and pop my head in between the wall and the bedside and take one out to play with. I loved doing this.
Late one night, when my brother and the rest of the household were fast asleep, I still found myself wide awake. No matter what I did, I just couldn't fall asleep. I remember looking out the window at the night sky and sighing because I was trying so hard to sleep. Eventually, being bored stiff, I thought, "What the heck, I'll just grab a toy from under the bed and play with it until I fall asleep." So I stuck my head under the bed... only to see what was a greenish male being – something like a green gnome – with wide-open, large, human-like eyes sitting, smiling and playing with one of the toys under my bed! I distinctly remember him being completely focused on playing with the toy, smiling and making exclamations of joy in the same way a baby or toddler does when playing with a fun toy. I remember the toy itself was making the usual sounds toys make when played with. I don't remember what he was wearing, but I'm pretty sure he was wearing something.
He was probably about 10 inches away from where my face was and he was very surprised to see me. But he wasn't scared at all. He seemed happy and very curious to see me and, throwing the toy aside, he inched himself toward me. I remember his huge smile and big eyes getting closer to me and I, of course, completely freaked out. This all happened within a matter of seconds. I specifically remember my face contorting into an expression of shock and fear and I just couldn't get my head out from under the bed fast enough.
I just stayed in bed for the rest of the night as there was no way I was getting out of that bed. I was absolutely convinced that he was going to reach out his hand from under the bed and grab me or something because I had seen him when I wasn't supposed to. But nothing happened after that. After a couple of hours of being awake and afraid, I ended up falling asleep.
The strange thing was that before and after I dunked my head under the bed, I could hear absolutely nothing – it was all perfectly still and quiet in my room. But when I was seeing him, I was aware of the noise he was making. I swear this really happened to me, and I think it only came about because I caught him completely off-guard. It was not a dream. Needless to say, I never dunked my head under the bed again after that.

Sorce: http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_november03_som.htm 
Read More:  http://gofishtalk.com/forum/topics/the-green-ghost-under-the-bed

The Choking Old Crone

  by Joanna


I would like to relate a very unsettling experience that happened to me about three years ago. It was a Saturday evening and it was the middle of autumn, I was walking through a country road with my dog, Brian. I was starting to walk faster than usual because the sky was getting darker and darker and I wanted to be home before nightfall. As I was walking briskly, Brian started to yelp and whine and seem very uncomfortable. I kept walking and did not pay attention to him. A couple of minutes later, he started to growl and bark and stopped dead in his tracks, panting heavily. I stopped and looked ahead of me to see what was upsetting Brian. The whole place was deadly quiet and I started to get scared because I felt that we were being watched by someone. As I started walking again cautiously, I suddenly heard Brian growl very deeply and aggressively. He had never behaved this way before, and it sent shivers down my spine. As I stopped and looked ahead of us to see what could possibly be bothering him, a figure stepped out from behind a large oak tree ahead of us.
It was an old, ugly woman and she was completely naked. Her face was hideously ugly and was covered with warts. Her gnarled hands were outstretched in front of her and her long, sharp nails beckoned me closer. I froze with terror and I could feel my teeth chattering. As this foul hag limped toward us, she had a desperate look on her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and teary and she raised her right hand to her throat and started gasping for air. She looked like she was choking. My first reaction was that the woman was a nutcase and I stammered, petrified, "Wh-Whoo are youuu?' She did not answer me, and still had her hand around her throat gasping desperately for breath. As she got within reaching distance of me, Brian started barking loudly at the old crone and she vanished into thin air in front of me.
I can remember standing there for about three minutes afterward, hardly believing what I had just seen. Then I hurriedly walked home in the dark with Brian. I have no idea what this horrid vision was or who the old hag was supposed to be, but I have never forgotten it. I still walk my dog down the same country road, but I always wear a silver cross that my grandma bought me for my 16th birthday when I do. I don't know if the old woman was a ghost or something far more sinister, but it was definitely the most evil experience I have ever had in my life.


Source: http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_april05_22.htm

Runway Ecto

Runway Ecto

This ghost photo was sent by Gareth of alnut@ic24.net.
Gareth said, "Taken outside garage door, pointing towards tree at end of patio for a general "nightshot" to test camera, last of series of 3 pictures taken - rest deleted (oops) though did not show anything unusual. Also noted sense of something different, emptiness, cold (not physical), before picture being taken, and a presence of some kind in front of me at time, had a feelin the camera would show something as I plugged her in. Could not see anything through viewfinder bar flash of light mentioned earlier. Area situated on old runway used in WWII (UK)."
 

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Seram! Gambar Perkampungan Atas Kubur di Manila

By Huzaifah Al-Selangori

 

Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera. Pernah tak korang terdengar tentang keluarga yang tinggal di kubur? Kat kubur dan celah-celak mayat tu la mereka masak, dan di situ juga mereka tidur, bermain, mandi dan membuat segala aktiviti. Tak seram ke? Salah satu gambar pelik masyarakat Manila tu ada kat bawah ni, di mana seorang budak lelaki memegang tengkorak manusia seperti memegang batang kayu je. Mereka ini merupakan keluarga yang sangat miskin di Filipina di mana mereka tidak mampu untuk membeli rumah. Akibatnya, mereka hidup di atas perkuburan. Korang boleh? P/S: Apabila melalui tanah perkuburan Islam, jangan lupa mengucap salam dan sedekahkan al-fatihah kepada penghuni-penghuni kubur. Pahala korang dapat, iktibar pun korang dapat. InsyaAllah.

 

In the Philippines, a part of South East Asia countries, the poor and the dead have little choice but to mingle together in a graveyard in the northern Manila port district of Navotas, one of the world’s most densely populated areas behind only a few Indian cities.

“We would like to live elsewhere,” Ramos, a 20-year-old pregnant, unwed mother of two, told AFP as she fed her children inside a shanty made of plastic sheets, bamboo and bits of wood. But we were born here and we grew up here. I don’t think we will be able to get out of here.”

Ramos and her extended family of 12, plus her jobless boyfriend, are one of about 600 families in the cemetery compound, a community ironically called Bagong Silang (Newborn).

Ramos’s tent is one of several pitched precariously atop a row of concrete tombs, themselves piled five-high, like shipping containers, at the crowded Navotas municipal cemetery. The residents of the cemetery sleep, cook, eat, bathe, and wash clothes atop the tombs, and life can look grisly for an outsider.

 

Sumber: Akademi Fantasia Travel
http://melayukini.net/2011/10/seram-gambar-perkampungan-atas-kubur-di-manila/

SS Guards(Ghost Picture)

 






















James Courtney and Michael Meehan, crew members of the S.S. Watertown, were cleaning a cargo tank of the oil tanker as it sailed toward the Panama Canal from New York City in December of 1924. Through a freak accident, the two men were overcome by gas fumes and killed. As was the custom of the time, the sailors were buried at sea off the Mexican coast on December 4.
But this was not the last the remaining crew members were to see of their unfortunate shipmates. The next day, before dusk, the first mate reported seeing the faces of the two men in the waves off the port side of the ship. They remained in the water for 10 seconds, then faded. For several days thereafter, the phantom-like faces of the sailors were clearly seen by other members of the crew in the water following the ship.


Source:   http://www.hauntedhovel.com/realghostpictures.html

Indian Spirits

Indian Spirits

This ghost photo was sent by Mike and Holly Frieders of desti684@ameritech.net.
Mike and Holly said, "The Black Hills of North Dakota have always been a spiritual place for the Lakota people. This picture was take by my adopted Lakota Grandmother Nellie Two Bulls on a trip she took to speak at Crazy Horse Mountain. She was photographing the birds in the road in the picture. It was taken during the summer of 2001with a disposable camera."              

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My Haunting Hates Hard Rock!

  

By ewash

Some years ago, when I was sixteen, I had the one of the most frightening experiences of my life. I was in my bedroom writing some rather hard rocking music on my new synthesizer, when my mother came in and said that dad and her were going to the grocery store. Basically I just nodded with that teenage temperament that speaks, "yeah, ok, whatever, bye". Soon after their departure it began to cloud up outside as if a rainstorm was imminent.
My bedroom window was open and speaking of this particular window; it was a very old window that took just about all of the strength one could muster up to open it and to close it - well, let's just say that seemed about twice as hard to accomplish that feat - so basically the window, for all intents and purposes, was stuck open; come rain or shine.
As I slowly crept the volume up on my amplifier and played more and more feverishly to the rocking tune I was creating, the attic door, a standard 1930's issue inside door, which is also in my room suddenly swung open. Startled, I quickly hit the Stop button on my synth and turned around to see the attic door fully open. My rather logical mind, though stunned, quickly jumped in and said, "The window is open and it was probably just a pressure draft that pulled the door open". So with that logical explanation firmly in place, I pressed the start button and continued to marvel at my loud, musical creation.
Not more than ten seconds passed and I heard the attic door slam shut; rather loudly! This time I noticed, there was absolutely no breeze coming in the window. In fact, the curtains weren't rustling at all. "Hmm... That was weird and scared the heck out of me", I mumbled to myself. But once again, even though the hair on my arms was standing at full attention, my logic interrupted and put me at ease.
After taking a deep breath, I decided to again press start and wait and see what happens. Nothing. Then, just as I was getting into the music again, the attic door slammed open with such ferocity that it made the room shake then it immediately slammed shut again. This time, not only was every hair on my body standing straight up, but I was frozen in place with an intense fear - as if a presence was in the room with me - and it was standing right behind me, breathing down my neck.
I felt compelled to run as fast as I could from the room, but instead I began walking toward the open window. I was no more than three steps away from the window when it suddenly slammed shut and the glass broke inward into my room.
In one quick motion I leaped toward my bedroom door, yanked the door open and flew down the stairs, missing about fifteen of sixteen steps; pulled open the front door of the house and ran into the front yard. I stood in the front yard for the next twenty minutes (until my parents returned) in the drizzling rain, staring up into my bedroom window in complete shock over what had just transpired.
As I recall, this was the only "hostile" event that ever happened while in my house. While many will agree this seems like an extreme paranormal experience, some offered a more subtle, logical explanation to this event.
I was told that my first impulse, in which air pressure was causing the door to open and shut, was the correct unconscious response to what was happening. That the window in my room was wide open just before a thunderstorm completely explains this strange but all too common phenomenon. The fact that my window slammed shut just as I was walking towards it was nothing more than the coincidence of the loud rocking music causing vibrations in the window frame, thus freeing the old window from its "stuck" state, ultimately leading to it slamming shut.
A teenager all alone in an old house as storm clouds approached produced an unconscious fear response that so many youngsters experience when startled.
These explanations in and by themselves are actually very academic and the most logical explanations available, but once this story is put into context with the other strange occurrences that happened while in the house lead me to less logical conclusions.
As such, my conclusions lead me to abandon the overpowering musical work I had been composing and indulge in more benign and relaxed music fare. So that evening I erased the composition and began working on my first love ballad, which as it turns out was the first real song I ever wrote. Oddly enough, and I know this will sound cliche, but soon after turning my musical taste to the more relaxed state, a soft smell of roses filled my room. At the time I had no idea where such a smell was coming from but it was there. I carefully walked over to the attic door with every corpuscle on my body in full alert; most likely from the earlier trauma I suffered; and slowly opened the door. To my amazement the smell of roses was ten-fold stronger in the attic stairway!
All at once my fear dissipated and I was filled with newly found inspiration to complete my first, and to this day, one of my best musical compositions.


Article Source:   http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=1598

Mystery of Britain’s 'Franken-mummies’

Two 3,000-year-old human skeletons dug up in the Outer Hebrides have been found to be a jigsaw of at least six different people who died hundreds of years apart.

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The skeletons were unearthed in 2001 while Professor Parker Pearson as examining the remains of buildings at a site called Cladh Hallan in a sand quarry in South Uist 

By Richard Gray, Science Correspondent

8:00AM BST 23 Sep 2012

 

It is one of Britain’s most intriguing archeological mysteries.

When two almost perfectly preserved 3,000-year-old human skeletons were dug up on a remote Scottish island, they were the first evidence that ancient Britons preserved their dead using mummification.

The scientists who uncovered the bodies also found clues that one of them – a man buried in a crouching position – was not a single individual, but had in fact been assembled from the body parts of several different people.

The discovery began a 10-year investigation into what had led the bronze-age islanders to this strange fate.

Now, a new study using the latest in DNA technology has found that the two skeletons together comprise the remains of at least six different individuals, who died several hundred years apart.

The researchers now believe that large extended families, living under one roof, may have shared their homes with the mummified remains of their dead ancestors, before deliberately putting the bodies together to look like single corpses – possibly in an attempt to demonstrate the uniting of different families.

Professor Mike Parker Pearson, an archaeologist at University College London who led the research, said: “It looks like these individuals had been cut up and put back together to look like one person.”

He said the mixing of the body parts could have been due to “misfortune or carelessness”, but added: “The merging of their identities may have been a deliberate act, perhaps designed to amalgamate different ancestries into a single lineage.”

The skeletons were unearthed in 2001 while Professor Parker Pearson, who was then working at Sheffield University, was examining the remains of buildings at a site called Cladh Hallan in a sand quarry in South Uist.

The site had been a bronze-age settlement which was inhabited for well over 1,000 years.

While digging out the foundations of one of the houses, the archaeologists found the skeletons of an adult man and a woman they believed to be aged around 40.

Dating of the two skeletons showed they appeared to be over 3,000 years old and predated the house they were buried under by several hundred years.

Both had been buried in a crouched position on their sides and from the way the bones remained connected, it appeared they had been carefully preserved.

Analysis of the bones indicated that the bodies had started to rot after death but the decay was abruptly halted.

The mineral content of the bones suggests they were placed in an acidic peat bog, which helped to preserve them in a primitive form of mummification before they were removed and kept above ground, the researchers claim.

Before the discovery, mummification at that time in history was thought to have been restricted to Egypt and South America.

Carbon dating of the bones in the male skeleton revealed while the jaw came from someone who had died around 1440BC-1260BC, the rest of the skull came from a man who died some 100 years earlier, and the remainder of the body from someone who died 500 years before that.

In a new study, published in the Journal of Archaeological Science, the researchers used DNA testing to examine the female skeleton, which carbon dating suggested had belonged to a woman who died between 1300 BC and 1130 BC.

By examining genetic material known as mitochondrial DNA, which is passed down only by females, the researchers found the jaw bone, a leg bone and an arm bone all came from different individuals.

Other body parts could have come from other individuals too, but it was impossible to obtain suitable DNA to analyse. The testing did suggest, however, that skull could have belonged to a relative or the same individual as the arm.

Physical analysis of the 'female’ skeleton has also suggested the jaw and skull in fact belonged to a male.

From its position, the researchers believe the body had been wrapped up tightly and kept above ground for several hundred years before it was finally buried. Shortly after death, two of its teeth were removed with one placed in each hand.

Exactly what happened to these people after their death and why they were finally buried in this way remains a mystery, but the scientists are continuing to unpick what happened.

Professor Pearson said it appeared the crude mummification process had allowed the bodies to survive the wet and wild Scottish climate for several hundred years before the soft tissue gradually began to degrade after they were buried.

In around 1000 BC, seven houses were built in a terrace, with the two mummies, which were then hundreds of years old, buried beneath one of the homes.

Less well preserved human remains were also found under some of the other houses and many had offerings of bronze artefacts found with them.

The inhabitants of the buildings appear to have been largely self-sufficient, using clay moulds to cast bronze swords, spears and ornaments. The remains of cattle bones suggests they kept livestock and may have grown barley for food.

Analysis of the bones suggest they ate very little seafood despite living on an island, instead growing their food on the low lying grassy plain next to the houses.

The building where the two mummified skeletons were found may have even become a “house of the dead” with priest-like people living there, professor Pearson believes.

He added: “Having six preserved body parts to hand indicates there was sufficient space in which to store them for some time prior to their reassembly.

“This raises the possibility that these dead either shared accommodation with the living or were kept in separate, as yet unidentified, 'mummy houses’ which were warm and dry enough to inhibit soft tissue decay.”

Read More:   http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/9559815/Mystery-of-Britains-Franken-mummies.html

Manali To Rothang - Five Hours Of Horror

By AD_25 
Date: 2009-01-20

 

To this day I still have no idea what happened exactly. What is written here is what I felt and saw. If anyone can give me any answers, I am all ears.
This happened on 14.12.2008. I was on vacation with two of my friends to Manali. We travelled out on the 11th and planned to return by 16th. We were using a borrowed Mahindra Scorpio. It was a bit battered but the engine and chassis was still fine, so it was alright.
Once we got to Manali, the trip to Rothang from Manali was a spur of the moment thing. We started out late, sometime around 12.15pm. We hardly realized that in winter the snow would be so high up (as new snow hadn't yet taken its full toll), and we had to in fact drive a mere five kms short of the actual pass to reach the snowfield. It took us nearly three hours to get there because the roads were really, really bad and even then, we had to walk about a km on foot to reach it. Since the air is really thin so high up, it was nearly 4.45pm before we returned commenced our journey back thoroughly exhausted.
Just short of halfway down, our front passenger tyre went flat. I think about 8 kms short of Gulabo, a small hamlet en route to Rothang. To compound the matters we discovered to our chagrin that the spare had no air in it, even though I had myself checked it before we began our journey. Perhaps it had a minor leak or whatever. The thing is we were stranded, and we could not leave the car behind. It was borrowed.
At first we waited, hoping that one of the few Scorpios we had seen would be coming down and maybe they would lend us their spare tyre. However, the traffic already thin owing to out - of - season scenario became a trickle as the light faded quickly past 5.30pm. So, both of my friends hitched a ride with the next taxi that passed us with the flat tyre, while I remained behind. My second friend was feeling nauseated and had a severe headache, all symptoms of high altitude sickness. Hence, I insisted that he accompanied my first friend down. Ironically, I wryly observed that I would be perfectly safe inside the vehicle as no one would have enough breath to rob me this high up in the wilderness.
After they had gone I set up reflectors at both ends of the vehicles to warn approaching vehicles, if there were going to be any, since the road is not that wide. Thereafter, I came and slid down on the back seat of the scorpio. I had locked the vehicle for precaution, and wrapped my arms around myself and just lay back. It was nearly 6pm. Since I had been on high altitude treks before, I was well clothed for Rothang. So even though it was dreadfully cold at minus 7 and going down, I felt it would be fine.
I don't know when I slid into a slumber, but when I came to it was nearly 8pm. I knew it was going to be difficult to get a taxi to ply at late hours, but this was getting ridiculous. Then I heard a rasping sound, which I cannot explain. I peered outside as best I could all round, but couldn't make any thing out since windows were all fogged up, the wind was really shrieking, as is often the case at high altitudes in winter especially after the sun goes down. Putting down the sound to the wind I fell back again, peering blankly towards the front windscreen, hoping my friends would return soon, since I was really cold and hungry.
While I was peering blankly at the windscreen, a large portion of it frosted up, but then just as quickly defrosted. I heard the rasping sound again. This happened in quick succession a number of times. At this moment I was just curious. Sometimes long hours in extreme conditions at high altitudes can dull the mind. So I propped myself up, and become more attentive. However, this time the same thing happened by the driver's window. So I cleaned the rear window behind the driver seat as best I could and peered outside but I could make out nothing. I was about to step out thinking may be some kind of leak from the engine was responsible for this "phenomenon", when the same thing happened again to the window from which I was peering outside a moment ago. This really freaked me out. Then it happened again but for longer duration at the rear window, and this time I detected a faint, suppressed growl along with the rasping noise. It stopped briefly, and then it started again and it was focused for sometime on the front windscreen. Each time it (frosting, defrosting with rasping and growling) repeated itself the duration of frosting increased, while that of defrosting lessened.
I was really afraid now. Initially, I thought may be it was an animal. Even for allowing for poor visibility, what kind of animal can cause this over and above the bonnet of the car without making some kind of noise on the body of the vehicle? Maybe it was some kind of phenomenon owing to comparably warmer temperature inside, and extreme cold outside. I am sure I heard those sounds I described earlier. I was still debating when the frost almost covered the entire windscreen for an interminably long time, and seemed to be seeping inside. I don't know why but I suddenly screamed with all my might and pounded with my fists and palms on the windscreen. It defrosted instantly.
For some time there was nothing except intense cold and shrieking wind. I sat, with my arms wrapped around me, in middle of the backseat, away from the windows. I heard a louder growl this time with rasping noise from the rear. I repeated my actions (screaming and pounding) even though there was no frost on the rear window. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity but was probably a few minutes. Then the front windscreen started frosting up really quickly and heavily, with the frost seeping inside. I screamed and pounded, but this time even though it defrosted again, there was a distinctly loud growl and the whole vehicle shook. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Different windows would frost up really fast, I would scream and pound, there would be a loud growl and heightened rasping and the whole vehicle would shake. By the end, I was sweating like crazy, my arms were raw red with all the pounding, and my voice was almost gone. Cracks had appeared on nearly all the windows.
It was nearly midnight when my friend arrived in another taxi, with a mechanic, who changed our flat tyre with help from taxi driver. When my friend pounded on the window to get me to open up, I nearly broke the window with my pounding as I could no longer scream. There are no words to describe my relief, when I saw the face of my friend. So much so that I gave no thought to his well being, but apparently whatever it was seemed to be only interested in me. It was the mechanic who drove us down. My friend was aghast at my state and the state of the vehicle's windows. I couldn't speak, except in a croaking voice for nearly a week, which was good thing because I didn't want to speak.
When I did tell my friends they were perplexed and astounded. We were the ones who spent a night at 'Bhangarh', supposedly the most haunted place in India, to show that it was not. We regularly trek and camp at desolate, even scary places. What happened was unbelievable; even now I would sooner believe that it never happened than otherwise.
If anyone can explain to me about this, please do: What the hell was going on? What was it? If it was a ghost or something, aren't they supposed to simply pass through everything and anything, so why couldn't it just come inside and attack me (as I distinctly felt that it wanted to)? Has anything like this ever happened to anyone else? If yes, where?


Article Source:   http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=5006

Berkayuh belakang buaya disangka sampan

Berkayuh belakang buaya disangka sampan

Oleh Nuri Angkasa


ENTAH macam mana, hatinya pada malam itu tergesa-gesa hendak ke sungai memancing udang galah seperti yang di harapkan oleh isterinya yang sedang hamil empat bulan, cerita Suhaimi kepada penulis sebaik tiba di rumah Tok Penghulu Batin Itam, di sebuah perkampungan orang asli hulu Sungai Pahang.




















ENTAH macam mana, hatinya pada malam itu tergesa-gesa hendak ke sungai memancing udang galah seperti yang di harapkan oleh isterinya yang sedang hamil empat bulan, cerita Suhaimi kepada penulis sebaik tiba di rumah Tok Penghulu Batin Itam, di sebuah perkampungan orang asli hulu Sungai Pahang.

Kerana tidak mahu menghampakan hajat isterinya, Suhaimi bersama seorang rakan karibnya (Alang Ali) terus menghulu sungai berkenaan yang sudah biasa dengan mereka malah lubuk-lubuk udang dan liku sungai sudah terpeta dalam kepala mereka. Justeru atas keyakinan itulah membuatkan isteri Suhaimi tidak merasa bimbang pemergian suaminya meredah malam itu untuk memancing udang galah yang diidamkan sejak kebelakangan ini.

Begitu juga dengan Alang Ali yang berketurunan darah waris orang asli masih kukuh berpegang kepada kepercayaan bahawa sesuatu yang berlaku itu datangnya dari Allah maka kepadaNyalah kita minta pertolongan. Alang Ali dan keluarga sudah lama memeluk agama Islam.

Beliau masih bujang tapi berkeluarga rapat dengan Penghulu Batin Itam yang terkenal dengan dakwahnya untuk menarik lebih ramai masyarakat orang asli di kampung itu memeluk agama Islam.

Sebaik tiba di pangkalan dengan tidak menggunakan sebarang lampu, cuma bantuan cahaya bulan di langit mereka menaiki sebuah sampan kecil yang cuma selesa untuk dua orang saja lalu meneruskan perjalanan ke hulu sungai dengan berkayuh.

Keadaan cuaca pada malam itu seperti biasa saja, cuma sesekali ada rasa berlainan ketika berkayuh. Pengalaman dua rakan pemancing udang di sungai berkenaan tidak diragukan jika dengan pantas mereka berjumpa lubuk udang galah.

Oleh kerana kawasan lubuk itu terlindung dari arus deras, sampan tidak dilabuhkan, tapi ianya terapung diam bagi memberikan keselesaan memancing kepada Suhaimi dan Alang Ali. Lubuk berkenaan mendatangkan hasil tangkapan yang lumayan spesies udang galah bersaiz besar.

Masing-masing dengan hanya menggunakan dua batang joran setiap seorang sudah menghasilkan belasan udang galah dan dalam waktu yang sama sampan bergerak perlahan ke lokasi yang lebih tenang tapi kurang disenangi kedua-dua pemancing berpengalaman itu.

Alang Ali cuba berkayuh menghala arah lain tapi sampan tidak mengikut arah yang kemudian oleh Suhaimi, tapi lokasi itu juga mereka banyak mendaratkan udang yang lebih besar.

Kerana rezeki sudah lebih dari mencukupi mereka pulang semula ke pangkalan tapi sepanjang jalan mereka merasa berlainan dengan sampan yang mereka naiki, kerana sesekali bagaikan ada air menyimbah masuk dalam sampan. Alang Ali dan Suhaimi tidak mahu memikirkan itu semua kerana yang lebih di harapkan agar mereka selamat tiba di pangkalan.
Sebaik mendarat di daratan sampan yang mereka naiki tenggelam dan timbul tidak jauh dari pangkalan lalu menghilang ketengah sungai. Suhaimi dan Alang Ali menarik nafas panjang kerana tidak menyangka rupanya bukan sampan yang mereka naiki sepanjang melakukan aktiviti memancing.

Mereka tidak sepatah pun bersuara tentang sampan yang mereka naiki, cuma isteri Suhaimi saja yang ada menyebut tentang sampan yang digunakan oleh suaminya serentak dengan itu Suhaimi teringat bahawa isterinya adalah waris cucu kepada Awang Dolmat (Pawang buaya).



Sumber Cerita:
http://joran.bharian.com.my/Current_News/Joran/News/Misteri/20091218113204/Article/index_html

Shadow People Short Stories Compilation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Hat Man in Pursuit

I’m Chad, I'm 19 and the hat man has been bugging me since I was 16. Well the first time I seen him was when I was talking on the phone with a friend, and i had the light in the living room on, and it must have been a 120 watt light bulb cause it was really bright, when all of a sudden I turn to the left and right in front of my face was this shadow, and I look up and its the Hat Man staring back down at me.

He was super dark; the light did not shine through him. Well I freaked out, and I thought my dad had died or something but nothing was wrong. Well a few months passed like maybe 3 and I was asleep, and all of a sudden I wake up to someone shaking me. I couldn’t breathe and it was like really hard shaking, I couldn’t move or anything, I was thinking I was having a seizure or something but I was conscious the whole time.

The Calling

Well, he's been bugging me for a while. I would go outside and he would follow me out the door. Well also, my room mysteriously burned down, so we moved. But everywhere I go he eventually bothers me.

Have you ever heard a voice, maybe even of someone you may know, call on you, but when you go to see and check--no one is there? We have a saying for that here in Puerto Rico...."Pay it no mind, the translation goes, that's just death calling, and you will know for it can never use the same "voice" twice." And believe me--that's true! I myself have been "called" many times, but have learned, at a very early age even, to never pay it any mind, and this story will tell you why...I was born on the island of St.Thomas, but raised in P.R.. There I had a few experiences, and this one really scared the socks off me! I was about between 6-10 at the time.

 

I got this bad urge to get dressed up and wait for my grandfather to go out. My nana had asked me why I was all dressed up, I told her, and thinking it was just "childish" things, paid me no mind. My grandfather had already gone out, and was yet to return. I sat at the top of the stairs of the garage, and patiently waited.About 15-20 minutes of waiting went by, when I heard the voice of my grandfather calling to me to go and open the main gate for him, [which is about 300 feet away, or more, from the main house.] Doing as told, I went, only to find he wasn't there, but proceeded to open it anyway. I but finally reached the stairs again at the garage to sit back down, that I heard another voice, the voice of a lady who we'd rented an apt. to, for me to go and close the gate.  I did think it to be weird--but again did as told. Again no one there!

 

As I left, this time I got a strange feeling of being watched. I turned my head to look back at the gate to see something hiding at one corner of it. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Think of a dark, really all black, shadow, [you can't see through it], with what seems to be wearing a coat and hat from it's outline. It had red glowing eyes, and a lighter shade of red seemed to "flow" through it diagonally. I guess it noticed I could see it, and darted across the road, disappearing into the bush on the lower road on the other side.

 

That was enough for me! I ran, [probably even faster than it did], right back up to the main house straight to my nana and told her and my grandmother what had happened. All through this, at the same time, my grandfather pulled into the garage. My nana didn't believe me, and my grandmother told me not to speak of such things to no one. It was later I learned the saying.....and I never forget.

 

My Experience with the Shadow Man 

I've had one of the scariest experiences of my life, and it was when I was 14-15 years old, going to bed. My bed was laying against the wall and I was facing the wall wide awake. I then turned over to see the most horrifying entity ever standing next to my bed.  The figure was between 4 - 5 ft tall. Solid, all black resembling a shadow with a distinct outline. It wore a hat and a long coat.

My encounter did not just disappear, it stood there lurking at me moving it's head from side to side with big red eyes, as if it was nodding no. I tried so hard for at least 10 minutes to scream, completely frozen, but finally I let go a scream, when my parents came it, the thing was gone.  After they left it came back and I just pullled the covers over m head till I slept.  I will never forget the night.
Joseph - Ohio

Shadows all around

It started when my father, Step-mom, Two brothers and I, moved to a house on Bluefield. I would get feelings of "another presence" in the room. I wouldn't think of it being a spirit until my step-mom said she noticed it to. So naturally I started paying more attention to it. There were shadows mainly in the hall, living room, and kitchen. When I looked to see what caused them they were gone. I woke up one morning and got ready for school, I walked across the hall into the bathroom to brush my teeth when I noticed a tall figure of a man much shorter than my Dad starring at me. Of course I didn't move, I couldn't, my heart started racing. I could only see his silhouette, then like an idiot I wiped my eyes to see if I was imagining it and he was gone. I didn't tell anyone about it. Then one day my step-mom's friend wanted to talk to me about the shadows. She told me it was a older man who would never harm me but I knew him in a past life. He watches over the house, but is more attracted to me for reasons she doesn't know about. I keep my door closed nearly always because we have cats that get into everything. I've found my door open each time I walk down the hall. Once I was in the bathroom brushing my hair, you can see my door from the reflection in the mirror. I heard the door start to very gently but quietly rattle then I saw the door open. My Dad and brothers don't believe me, neither does any one else I tell this story about. I am living with my mom now, I still get those same feelings from time to time. I also still see the shadows, I don't want them to go away, I feel safer with them around. (Even though they startle me some times!)

Briana Venner - Mesquite, Texas

I saw Shadow People

2006 I was sleeping in my room. My girlfriend next to me. I have a framed poster of dolphins jumping in the water at night. I woke up out of the blue to a feeling of paralyzation. Floating above me and to my right was a black smoke. I couldn't see through it, but I could still see the wall and the window around it. I tried my hardest to nudge my girlfriend, even tried to yell. It felt as if ALL my strength was gone! I could still feel, hear and smell everything. I could move my eyes, but that was it. It stayed there for about ten minutes until my girlfriend moved in her sleep. I watched it draw back and as it did I could move. The second I raised my arm to nudge her it disappeared into the picture. More than that, it looked like it disappeared into the reflection on the water in the picture. I jumped up and hit the light. I let her know what had happened, thinking she would just tell me I was dreaming, but she said "The darkness". She said that a few times in her life she had seen something similar. She had described different sized shadows that would normally disappear into a mirror or puddle. I know what I saw and I KNOW I was awake the whole time. I don't know why I couldn't move while it was touching me, I would have to say fear, I guess. I wasn't afraid of it as much as not being able to move. I would have never ever believed such a thing possible, but I couldn't come up with anything that could explain what happened. My thought is they live in reflections, which is why in our world they appear as shadows. - Chris H.

 

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Top 10 Old-Timey Ghost Stories in Illinois

Posted by Michael Kleen
 

With all the recent popularity of haunted houses, paranormal investigation, and legend tripping, it is easy to forget that ghost stories have been told for as long as human beings have walked the earth. Here in Illinois, the love of a good ghost story was alive and well in the 1800s and early 1900s, and some of our best tales come from that bygone era. Which one will prove to be the most timeless?

10. James Nolan Lights

Bond County, IL
During the early 1880s, local residents gathered nightly around an abandoned farmhouse outside the small town of Pocahontas in order to catch a glimpse of strange lights that emanated from within. Some claimed to hear sounds and even see the ghost of a man leaving the house with the body of a headless woman cradled in his arms. One skeptical reporter blamed the lights on a prankster.

9. Gooseneck Ghost

Macomb, IL
The Gooseneck Ghost was the local name of a spook light that appeared along the railroad tracks just west of town in the early 1900s. It was first seen in January 1908 by a father and son who were driving a team of horses back home. The light startled their horses and they took off running. The local newspaper described the ghost as “a bright light” and noted its proclivity for chasing travelers in that area. Looking for the Gooseneck Ghost became quite a sport for Macomb area residents, and some even brought ice cream and picnicked as they watched for it. Eventually, it was discovered that the ghost was actually a hoax that involved a Japanese lantern attached to a kite, but the prankster was never caught.

8. Diamond Island Phantom

Hardin, IL
During the 1880s, dozens of eyewitnesses saw a strange fireball on an island in the Illinois River a short distance from the town of Hardin. Two boys first witnessed the fireball in 1885 while fishing on the shore across from the island. The bright light shot out of the trees and hovered along the riverbank, sending the boys fleeing for home. Over the next few years, many reputable people witnessed the phenomenon, but others remained skeptical. The skeptics decided to camp out on the island and prove the whole thing was a hoax. After a few hours, the orange fireball appeared and flew over their heads, ultimately landing in one of their boats where—they claimed—it transformed into an old man wearing overalls before it ultimately vanished. The phantom was never seen again.

7. Haunted Cabin

Pope County, IL
Titled “The Miser’s Gold” in Charles Neely’s collection of folktales from Southern Illinois, this story is nearly identical to the one told about the cabin near Kingston in Adams County. This story takes place “in the early days of Pope County” (c.1820s) and concerns a family from Kentucky who took shelter in a cabin near the Ohio River. The cabin had been owned by a wealthy elderly hermit who was murdered by thieves, and neighbors believed it was so haunted that no one could live there. The wife was a devout Christian, however, and was unafraid of the ghost. When the ghost appeared, she asked him what he wanted and he told her where to dig to find a pot of gold in the cellar. Sure enough, when her husband returned, the two dug where the ghost had indicated and discovered a small fortune.

6. Rock Creek Ghost

Rock Creek, IL
Rock Creek was one of the many early settlements in Southern Illinois. A very well-known legend among locals there concerned a ghost that appeared in three different forms, always around the same branch of Rock Creek near a church. In the first encounter, a sheriff and his deputy were riding their horses down the road when suddenly their horses were spooked by what they described as an old-fashioned carpet-bag, which rolled toward them. The two peace officers fired their pistols at it and it vanished. The ghost’s next incarnation was of a large shepherd dog that crossed the path of a group of boys who were coming home from church. One of them kicked at the dog, but his foot passed right through it as though it wasn’t even there. The phantom dog continued to be seen into the early 1900s. At night, travelers often heard something following them in the brush.

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5. Old Chicago Water Tower’s “Hanged Man”

Chicago, IL
Constructed with limestone quarried in nearby Lemont in 1869, this unique water tower was the only structure in downtown Chicago to survive the Great Fire of 1871. Surprisingly, its resident ghost has nothing to do with the fire. In the evening, several visitors have seen lights and open windows at the top of the tower, but there are no offices up there that would explain the phenomenon. Another, older ghost story associated with the tower is that the shadow of a hanged man can be seen in the windows. This was a popular tale before 1900, but there have been no recent sightings.

4. Lady in Black

Colchester
Between 1898 and the first decades of the Twentieth Century, residents of the small mining town of Colchester were startled by the sudden appearance of a woman dressed in black. Her face was always covered with a black shawl. According to a local newspaper report, the first sighting took place at the corner of Hunn and Macomb streets by a woman who was walking home from church. The lady in black did not make a sound, but merely followed the woman for several blocks before disappearing into thin air. The apparition was also spotted in the nearby towns of Bushnell and Macomb. According to reports in the town of Bushnell, the lady was seen “robed in deepest mourning.” She appeared at all hours of the night and “in a noiseless manner.” On one occasion, citizens of Bushnell even pursued the phantom, but she disappeared after a few yards. The lady in black has not been seen for at least a generation.

3. Ghost of Marshal Welch

Jonesboro, IL
In 1863, Union army deserters ambushed and killed a provost marshal named Welch along Dug Hill Road. There are two versions of the story, one involving three deserters, the other involving a dozen or so. In the second version, Welch’s own friend betrayed him and led him into the ambush. Since then, his ghost has been seen along the road. Another legend concerns a man named Bill Smith, who reportedly witnessed a spectral wagon pass over his head. The wagon was typical ghoulish fare—pulled by a pair of black horses.

2. Phantom Steamboat

Lewistown, IL
Tales of phantom ships frequently grace the coasts of Florida and the Carolinas, but such things are not unheard of in Illinois. Until the advent of automobiles and air travel, riverboats were a primary mode of travel and a common sight on Illinois waterways. Fulton County is home to a phantom riverboat that makes its appearance whenever the waters of the Spoon River swell. The legend began in the late 1840s, when an inexperienced riverboat crew attempted to navigate the river during a flood. The sound of a whistle and the passengers singing “Sweet By and By” was the last the townsfolk ever heard of the vessel, until, that is, a few years later.
In 1853, during another flood, eyewitnesses heard the distinctive sound of a whistle blowing in the fog. They rushed to the river’s edge and saw the same boat that had vanished years before. This time, it was wrapped in an eerie glow, and four, gleaming white passengers stood on deck, singing “Sweet By and By.” Several men attempted to approach the steamboat with a skiff, but as they got closer, the air became icy and the fog was too dense to see where they were going. The phantom vessel disappeared into the night.

1. Headless Horseman of Lakey’s Creek

McLeansboro, IL
The headless horseman of Lakey’s Creek is quite possibly one of the oldest ghost stories in Illinois. Passed down as an oral tradition until John W. Allen put the story on paper in 1963, the mysterious man named Lakey, as well as his untimely end, has been immortalized in the folklore of Southern Illinois. Long before a concrete bridge spanned the shallow creek 1.5 miles east of McLeansboro, a frontiersman named Lakey attempted to erect his log cabin near a ford along the wagon trail to Mt. Vernon. One morning, a lone traveler stumbled upon Lakey’s body. Lakey’s head had been severed by his own axe, which was left at the scene.
According to legend, his murderer was never found. For decades after the murder, travelers reported being chased by a headless horseman that rode out of the woods along Lakey’s Creek. “Always the rider, on a large black horse, joined travelers approaching the stream from the east, and always on the downstream side,” John Allen wrote. “Each time and just before reaching the center of the creek, the mistlike figure would turn downstream and disappear.”
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Blood Cemetery

Written By: Drew Kuebler Submitted By:jeff     Photo Credit:  Google Images

My name is Drew, and in late August in 1966, two friends of mine Dan and Tom asked me to go with them to a party on the beach at Lake Michigan. I was about 15 years old at that time. Ghost stories were being told around the campfire by almost everyone their, most of which I had already heard.

As the night went on a young girl about 17 years old started telling a story about a family of Doctor’s with the last name of Blood. It was out on Round Lake Rd near Dewitt, MI, about 100 miles from the beach party, but only 20 miles from my home in Lansing. The Bloods had a lot of land where the whole family lived. The most interesting part was that they had a private graveyard on the property and that the whole area was haunted. She said that she saw gravestones that dated back to1800.

On their prom night she and some of her friends decided to go out to the Cemetery. They looked around at the headstones for a while. As it started to get dark the fog hung thick, and a full moon was rising so they started trying to scare each other. Then the young girls’ prom date decided to go into Dr. Blood’s house because he thought no one lived there any longer. They waited about an hour or so, and when he didn’t return they got scared and headed for the Dewitt police department. When they went in to tell the police, the officer on duty said "don’t you kids know any better, old Dr. Blood lives out there and he doesn’t like anyone trespassing on his property". He also went onto say that he thought "Dr. Blood was harmless and he’s in his 80’s" so, he didn’t think there would be any problem. They all returned to the property, but to everyone’s shock when they got back, the whole house were ablaze. The fire department was called, but in vane, because the house burnt to the ground. The next day there was a search party, but the only thing that was found in the rubble were the remains of the young man that had gone into the house the night before. The paper reported that his hands and feet had been bound. Dr. Blood’s remains were never found.

One of the searchers that afternoon found a freshly dug grave, when they unearthed it, a pine coffin was found. Upon opening it, they found the body of Mrs. Blood. She was dressed in a red gown, with her arms; legs and head cut off. There had been no coroner’s report of a body being buried there, or any police report of any murder.

The girl at the campfire that night said that the ghost of Dr Blood; to this day roams the cemetery at night, with a shotgun in one hand, and an ax in the other.

That night was the last time I ever heard or saw the young girl who first told me about Blood Cemetery, but it wouldn’t be my last experience with the Blood family.

My Story

After I returned from Lake Michigan, I told some of my friends the story I had heard, some told me there own stories, about how they had been scared out at the cemetery. Mark said he had seen a ghost of an old man wandering the graveyard as if he was lost. Another friend said that he saw an apparition of an elderly man carrying a body and it appeared to be headless and armless.

Another 2 years would go by, before I got the nerve to visit this so-called haunted Cemetery. You see I never quite believed these "ghost stories", until I saw the most BLOOD CHILLING things myself.

The first time I went there was with Dan and JC. It was a steamy hot July night. The moon was big and full and it lit up the night sky as if it were daylight, the fog was drifting over the Cemetery as it rolled in from the lake. The feeling in the air was electrifying.

At the entrance to the Cemetery were two old rusted iron gates, and hanging above was a sign saying Blood Cemetery. By the light of the moon you could see the old grave stones. Some had been toppled over, and some were broken. The weeds were about knee high. There was a smell of jasmine in the air.

After looking around for a few minutes, I decided to scare the two of them. I had taken one of my mother’s old white nightgowns and I hung it from a fence post when I was sure they weren’t looking. There was a slight breeze in the air that night and I thought it would look like it was floating in the breeze. Just as I was about to put my plan into action, I heard JC scream. Dan and I went running over, he told us that he had seen a woman’s figure in a long red gown. He said that she appeared to be headless and armless, and was coming right toward him, when she disappeared into thin air. I thought that he had seen the gown I had hung on the post. I took Dan and JC over to see where I had hung the old nightgown, and surely what JC had saw was my little joke, but when we got there the gown was gone.

Feeling a little spooked from what JC had thought he’d seen we started our way out of the Cemetery to leave. On our way out I said to Dan, who was quit a bit taller that me, pull the sign down, and we’ll take it home with us.

Our night at Blood Cemetery was pretty uneventful, except for the woman in the red gown. We went back to Dan’s farmhouse, where he lived with his Mom, Dad, 2 brothers, and 3 sisters. It was late when we got there, so the 3 of us went to bed, after putting the sign on top of Dan’s dresser. The next morning when we got up we had breakfast and got cleaned up, Dan told his father about the sign we took the night before. With instant anger, his father demanded to see the sign. But this task proved not to be so easy, because when we went to the bedroom to get it, IT WAS GONE. Dan questioned his brothers and sisters, and they all swore they hadn’t seen it, let alone take it.

After a couple of day’s, of looking we were sure that Dan’s brothers and sister’s had nothing to do with the missing sign. We drove back out to Round Lake. When we got to the Cemetery, there it was hanging above the old rusty gates was the sign we had taken two nights before, looking like it had never been disturbed.



Several more years had gone by, when I ran into some friends at a restaurant, on Halloween night. They talked me into going out there again. (After all it was HALLOWEEN) When we got there the weeds were about chest high and the fences were falling down. One of the guys in the group called us over; he was shining his flashlight on a headstone. We couldn’t believe what we were seeing. There lying over the grave was a large piece of glass about 6 feet long, and about 2 feet deep, incased in it were a dozen long stem roses imbedded in the center.

Just about that time we heard a shotgun blast. We ran back to our vehicles, and the right side of Dan’s car had been shot, and the windows had been shattered. Needless to say we got the hell out of there. With people seeing ghosts, hearing things, and the car being shot up. I swore I would NEVER go back out there again. But I’ve learned you should (NEVER SAY, NEVER.)

When I was about 26 or 27 years old, I was riding with some motorcycle enthusiasts. It was a beautiful June day; the skies were blue and clear. It was hot, but who cares when you’re on your bike. My girl friend Chris rode with me on the back of my bike. She had heard so many stories about the Blood family, she decided to bring a camera with her. We looked around at the rundown graveyard, and Chris was taking pictures, after a few hours we decided to leave, and all of us started down Round Lake Rd. We were about 150 yards from the Cemetery and Chris and I hit a snapping turtle. The bike went out of control and we crashed into a tree. I suffered only minor injuries, but Chris had broken her back, and was paralyzed from the waist down. She was able to walk again after a couple of years, with the aid of crutches. (The curse of Blood Cemetery had struck again)

I’ve since heard lots of stories since our terrible accident.
In 1989, 2 high school girls were out to have some fun on Halloween night. The news reported that their car went out of control about a 1/4 of a mile from the Cemetery. Their car plunged into Round Lake and they (both drowned.)

The County has now put up hurricane fence around the Cemetery, with razor wire strung along the top.

And I’ve learned that at least 4 or 5 Blood son’s from each generation have become Doctor’s for the last 150 years.

And a couple of years ago, Lansing named one of their Halloween haunted house’s after Blood Cemetery.

If you’re ever out on Round Lake Rd, and you see a full moon rising, DON’T visit Blood Cemetery.

Drew K.



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