ghost stories 200 cred reward....
Please post a ghost story!The best one will get 200 credits...no fakes,or double posts please!Oh,btw...make it good 
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a ghost said boo
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there once was a ghost named john, he said "OMG THIS THREAD IS A PHAIL!!"
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One day, two grandparents and their 3 grandchildren were going on a trip.
It was quite late, about 11 PM, but they were a bit lost.
They came upon a barn at the side of the road and they saw a young farmer with a lantern and a rake. The granddad got out to ask for directions.
"Excuse me. Excuse me". The farmer didn't answer, so granddad walked back and got into the car.
"Any luck?", said the grandma.
"Nope", said the granddad.
So the grandma got out to ask. "Hello, young man, we need directions." He groaned, she tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around, he stared at her with hatred. He blew his lantern out and a deafening scream echoed around the area.
The kids were scared; the granddad was scared. granddad got out of the car and rushed into the barn. The kids waited for about 10 minutes, but he never came out.
The eldest child was 14 years old so he went to investigate. He gave strict orders to the others to "STAY PUT" and he rushed into the barn. He never came out.
The other kids were very scared by now. Fear ran through their eyes as they constantly stared at the barnyard door, anxious to see their family walking out. The middle child, Rob, who was 12, got up his courage and walked into the
barnyard. The girl, all alone, waited and waited for a few hours for her family
to come out. She was too scared to sleep, but she knew they weren't coming out. she tip-toed into the barnyard...
She saw her whole family hanging by rusty chains from the roof of the barn. She screamed with horror, tears running down her cheeks. Then she saw the farmer, and he said in a croaky voice, "you're next". He laughed and walked towards her as she stumbled back, but they were the last steps she would take!
About a week later, a police helicopter flew above and saw an abandoned car.
They told some officers to check it out, so obeying orders they did. They walked in and there was nothing, but just to be sure, they brought some sniffer dogs in. They sniffed the wall and started pawing it; they also started digging the floor.
So they dug up the perimeter of the floor and smashed the hollow walls in. They found rusty hooks on the wall and skeletons with no heads buried under the ground. Other than that, all they could find was a lantern and a rake!Comment
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Way back in 1821, there was an old house, isolated in the back woods for more
than 12 years. This old house has a story.
October 31, 2001
The telephone rang at the Oakridge Police Station. Arthur Edward, Chief of
Police, answered the call. “The old house is burning”, the voice screamed and the line went dead. Chief Edwards jumped in his car and sped away to the burning house.
Once he arrived he found a pile of burning ashes at his feet, but no evidence of someone burning the house down. When Chief Edwards went inside what was left of the old house, the only thing he found standing was the frame of a closet. He looked down, but couldn’t bare what he had found. The shape of two small children, their bodies appeared to be 99 percent burned. He reached for his camera and snapped a picture, but when he moved his face away from the camera, the bodies vanished. Chief Edwards could never explain what had happened. It bothered him for weeks.
November 21, 2001
On Chief Edward’s day off, he went to the library to research the house. He found some old newspapers from 1821. The headline was for October 31, 1821. Chief Edward couldn’t help but notice that it was the same date that the house burned, only 80 years later.
The newspaper described a family that had lost a father from suicide and a
mother who raised two kids on her own. Neighbors talked about constant screaming and banging. The doors where always locked and the windows covered. On October 31, 1821 the police were called to the house. When they arrived they found two dead kids, burned all over their bodies and the mother had a gun shot through her head. The newspaper said the mother had locked her kids in a closet for days and when she couldn’t take anymore of them screaming and crying she lit the closet on fire and killed herself with a gun.
Chief Edwards went back to his house and sat in front of the fire place which he had just lit into a nice blaze. He took out the case file and pulled out the
only picture that he had taken from the old house fire. Looking at the picture,
he noticed a strange form in the ashes. It appeared to be a little girl’s head,
only see through, and the outline of a little boy.
Knowing nobody would believe him he threw the picture in the fire. As the
picture burned in front of him, he heard the faint screams of a little boy and
girl.Comment
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Bloody Mary
She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.
Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.
Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.
The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.
The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.
As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.
From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.Comment
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congrats?Originally posted by smartdude1212Comment
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pick me
The Phelps place was an old, abandoned property with a monstrous, decrepit Victorian house that was supposed to be haunted. It should have been a good resting place for the local deer hunters, but they would not go near it. A few that tried came away before midnight with tales of ghostly thumping noises, gasps, moans, and a terrible wet bloodstain that appeared on the floor of the front porch and could not be wiped away.
Phelps was an Englishman who had purchased land some 20 miles off the Mendocino coast in the 1880s. He had built a huge, fancy Victorian house all covered with gingerbread trimmings and surrounded by lovely gardens. When everything was arranged to his liking, he sent out party invitations to everyone within messenger range. It was the biggest social event of the year, with music and dancing and huge amounts of food. Sawhorse tables were set up with refreshments, and drinks were set out on the front porch. People came from miles around. The only one missing was old man McInturf's son-in-law. They had had a terrible fight that afternoon, and the boy had stalked off in a rage, threatening to get even with the old man.
Around midnight, the musicians took a recess and old man McInturf went out on the front porch with some friends. Suddenly there came the thunder of hooves rushing up the lane. A cloaked figure rode towards the lantern-lit porch. McInturf put down his drink. "That will be my son-in-law," he told his friends as he went down the steps. The cloaked figure stopped his horse just outside the pool of lantern-light. There was a sharp movement and two loud shots from a gun. Old man McInturf staggered backwards, shot in the throat and the chest. The cloaked man wheeled his horse and fled down the lane as friends ran to the assistance of the old man.
They laid McInturf down on the porch. He was bleeding heavily and they were afraid to move him much. There was some talk of fetching the doctor, but everyone knew it was too late. So much blood was pouring from the old man's wounds that it formed a pool underneath his head. McInturf coughed, once, twice; a hideous, gurgling, strangling sound that wrenched at the hearts of all who heard it. Then he died.
McInturf's body was laid out on the sofa, and the once-merry guests left in stricken silence. The servants came and wiped the red-brown bloodstain off the floorboards. The next day, a wagon was brought to the front of the house and McInturf's body was carried out onto the porch. As the men stepped across the place where McInturf had died, blood began to pool around their boots, forming a wet stain in exactly the pattern that had been wiped up by the servants the night before. The men gasped in fear. One of them staggered and almost dropped the body. They hurriedly laid McInturf in the back of the wagon, and a pale Phelps ordered the servants to clean up the fresh bloodstain.
From that day forward, the Phelps could not keep that part of the porch clean. Every few weeks, the damp bloodstain would reappear. They tried repainting the porch a few times, but the bloodstain would always leak through. In the county jail, McInturf's son-in-law died of a blood clot in the brain. A few months later, one of the Phelps servants went mad after seeing a "terrible sight" that made his head feel like it was going to exploded. Folks started saying the house was being haunted by the ghost of McInturf, seeking revenge. The property was resold several times but each resident was driven out by the terrible, gasping ghost of McInturf reliving his last moments and by the bloodstain that could not be removed from the porch. The house was eventually abandoned.Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
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What're you all 10 or something?Comment
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