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I actually do have a real ghost story a very old one from the early 70's that should raise goosebumps at least it did for my relatives when it happened and I say proves that they can exist but i 'll post closer to Halloween.

I was 21/22 yrs old..was living in a 2 story townhouse with my mom an younger sister.Not entirely sure how it all started,but over a course of time I began to notice an hear things in my sleep that would jolt me awake.It started off small,maybe a door closing,a dresser drawer being opened or closed,occasional things misplaced or moved.I always rationalized it in my head(oh I must've moved that and just don't remember,or I never really heard the door close/open I'm just hearing things)..But then things starting getting more obvious an worse.Pictures knocked off my wall, other things getting knocked over.This only happened in my bedroom an my mom was of course skeptical when I'd bring it up .Then things got even more violent,I woke up a number of nights to my bed being shook bounced completely off the floor.It came to a head one night while I was lying in my bed flat on my stomach when "something" pushed down very hard an quickly on my back,so hard it made me scream out in pain an fall off my bed to the floor.My mom came rushing into my room found me on the floor in pain.I couldnt get back up on my own,her an my sister helped me back into bed were I remained for the next 2 days while my back healed.Now,I never spoke to my friends of what I was experiencing nor even to my girlfriend at the time.So maybe a week goes by after this incident an my friend Rick comes over to pick me up an go out for the night to some party or something,he tells me we need to go pick up his girlfriend before we head out of town.So we get to her house and of course she isnt completely ready to go so she invites in to wait while she finishes getting ready.Now I had known this girl for a couple yrs now but never before had I ever meet her parents.So Im standing out on the backyard patio smoking a cigarette when the girls mom comes outside an introduces herself to me an immediately gives me a strange look over,she says "you've got a ghost following you"..I look at her an say "excuse me" trying not to appear completely freaked out.Shes goes on."yeah you've got a ghost following you I can see him"..Now im definitely freaking out an not doing a very good job of concealing it..She goes on to tell me that this ghost is angry for whatever reason and I need to get rid of it.I just kinda nod my head thinking to myself "easier said then done".She then tells me that to get rid of him I need to pray an recite " I rebuke you in the name of Jesus Christ" over an over every night till the incidents stop.Well her daughter comes outside to the patio an says she's ready to go,i thank her mom for her advice an we all jump in the car to leave.As we are driving away I tell Ricks girlfriend what her mother had just said to me and she tells me that her mother is a Medium and I'd be wise to follow her advice.I did take her advice an after a few days of reciting those words the ghostly incidents did cease..I've never experienced anything ever again to that magnitude but definitely keep that phase in my mind should they ever arise again....

I didn't think my next post would be a ghost story but here I go. . .

When I was 8ish, my father and I were returning from a camping trip late one evening, well after my bedtime which was always cool at the time. I was exhausted after several days of normal camping activities, or at least I thought so at the time, of helping my dad drill boreholes in rock, packing them with dynamite, and extending our manmade cave another few feet. I found out later that other kids did stuff like fishing and hiking whilst camping with their dads, apparently my dad saw me as a good source of labor for his gold mining hobby.

Anyway, I was pretty spent, well smoked from the campfire, and covered in quartz dust from mucking rock all weekend. When we pulled into the driveway, our trucks´ headlights lit up the front of our garage as it normally would, the second story apartment window showing a pair of lights reflecting as usual. He hit the garage door remote so we could begin the process of unpacking our smelly stuff into the garage. When my dad cut the headlights, the second story window had a figure, glowing lightly, not like brightly glowing but rather weakly. Merge, the reflection one would see of yourself during the daytime standing close to a large window, with the wispiness of smoke lite by a flashlight. The figure was decidedly male and had good detail, not Casper the ghost at all, just a normally shaped male figure, standing in the window looking down at us.

I'm not sure which of us saw it first but I screamed, not like a girl as my dad used to tell the story, but more like a lion, scarying away a pack of hyenas, a very large pack of hyenas. My dad jumped out of the truck and immediately ran toward and then under the still opening garage door, and up the stairs to the apartment. I don't know if I was still scaring away hyenas or not, but I was following him right on his heels; no way was I staying in the truck alone. Better to face the ghost with my dad, as I'm sure he knew how to deal with this sort of problem better than I. When we got to the top of the stairs, my dad and I saw. . . only an empty apartment under renovation, just as we had left it.

My dad told me later that he was talking to a neighbor about their houses, the neighbor mentioned that the guy who had built several of the houses in the neighborhood had died while working on our garage. When I got older, I never bothered to verify the facts of that explanation, mostly because I like the memory, the truth would likely take the fun out of the whole thing.

Traveller1st: Firstly, great posts, your effort and work is really good in my opinion. I did however find an unexpected thing creepy in your post here: "box of kittens"? Made me think of the Lay's chip commercial for some reason, "betcha can’t eat just one”

Ace: I second traveller 's thoughts, creepy for lots of reasons. Didn't get the ghost or haunted out of your story, other than maybe your description of teenage girls in tubetops or your sweaty teacher and that "old guy".

Lol, yes.

When you post it back to me "a box of kittens" ha ha. I should have expanded. It was a large box with the top cut off to create a makeshift pet bed. You probably figured that though.

Good posts Kirkham and Stacey. I've had similar experiences of both situations. This one is kinda creepy but more if you'd been there, it's more of a mystery.

A bunch of us one night with nothing better to do took one of our friends up on his suggestion. To jump in the car and head out to the kilns. This link explains what the 'kilns' are. http://lisburn.com/history/digger/Digge ... -2012.html

Long since derelict they were one of many similar places the world over I'm sure where you could go for a 'good scare'. It was probably near halloween actually. This was about 20 years ago. So we packed ourselves into Mikes little renault 5 and headed off. There were five of us IIRC.

We arrived at the kilns and the entrance was on a narrow country road and fenced off but with broken slats to gain entry. The fence was set back a little from the road, and just in front of it were 3 huge boulders to prevent/discourage parking. Yet still we parked lol.

Anywho. We exit the car and head through the gap in the fence and start to venture into the kilns. The journey in takes you along a reasonably wide earth track with very tall trees on either side. There is overgrown undergrowth as well dotted with derelict cottages/work buildings. It was a full moon so there was some light although I think we did have torches. They didn't seem to make much difference save to see where you feet were. A suitably spooky scene.

It had rained the night before though and the track was more like a mud hurdle. Any spooky mood was dampened (excuse the pun) by the basic desire to not fall over in the mud. It became apparent that this was a crap idea and there was no point even trying to venture as far as the sunken quarry. We headed back to the car slightly crestfallen at the lack of spooky exploring.

Making our way back along the track we quickly came into view of the car and with navigating the mud and swinging flashlights it wasn't immediately apparent to us what we were about to notice. Mike suddenly said "Shit!". Still slightly in spooky mode we expected he'd seen something weird and asked him as such. "No" he replied, "the lights are on in the car". He asks who left a door open, none of us had so now the assumption is the car has been broken into. We pick up the pace.

We arrive at the car and the door is wide open and the light on. Our friend Alison immediately dives into the back seat to check her handbag. it's still there and thankfully nothing is missing from it. The rest of the car is dutifully checked, everyone checks they have their wallets, there's no damage to the car. Nothing. Then we realise. Here come the mystery part.

Remember the 3 huge boulders to stop you parking? Well this was a narrow country road and we had to park at the boulders and as close to them as possible to avoid the car taking up half the road. Well the car was exactly where we parked it but several feet further into the road. We were so close to the boulders when we parked that those of us that got out of the car on the boulder side had to hold the door and edge around it to stop it hitting the boulders. Now that same door was wide open with a few inches to spare between it and the boulders.

It had been raining and there were no extra tracks indicating that the car had been moved. Maybe the boulders moved? IT wasn't even a delorean, at least we know they can time travel.

Truth or Legend.... I've heard both.
The White Witch
in Antioch, CA
http://youtu.be/IsKkCNHzALs

traveller1st wrote:Remember the 3 huge boulders to stop you parking? Well this was a narrow country road and we had to park at the boulders and as close to them as possible to avoid the car taking up half the road. Well the car was exactly where we parked it but several feet further into the road. We were so close to the boulders when we parked that those of us that got out of the car on the boulder side had to hold the door and edge around it to stop it hitting the boulders. Now that same door was wide open with a few inches to spare between it and the boulders.

Maybe a case of "sailing stones"? That'd be funny to hear said with an irish accent.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailing_stone

Or maybe Sasquatch stopped to tie a shoe, resting a hand for balance against the car, pushing it away from the boulders in the mud. That dude is huge.

Either way, nice story telling.

it's Oct now so here it is

no interest

It's Halloween, late. I've been on the computer, sifting through the posts on Zodiackillersite.com. Startling me, the doorbell rings.
"What the hell?" I mutter. "Trick-or-treaters should be in bed by now!" I answer the door. On the porch, facing me, is someone costumed like Z at Lake Berryessa: Hood with white circle on the chest, bayonet in a scabbard, et cetera.
"Okay, wise guy," I snarl. "I know it's Halloween, but this is ridiculous."
"I've been reading your posts, Dag." His voice is soft; his words, separate and precise. "It appears you're on to an interesting POI."
"Look, friend," I tell him. "I'd love to discuss matters Zodiac with you, but I'm dog tired."
I start to shut the door. He plants a boot on the jamb; the door bounces wide open. In a single, swift motion he yanks his hood off. I gasp in astonishment.
"I'll be damned!" I blurt. "I was right!"
The bayonet is out of its scabbard, in his hand. He plunges it into my stomach, twists. It's getting dark--darker than the night.
"And now you're dead" are the last words I'll ever hear.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, ZODIOTS!

Dag MacLugh wrote:It's Halloween, late. I've been on the computer, sifting through the posts on Zodiackillersite.com. Startling me, the doorbell rings.
"What the hell?" I mutter. "Trick-or-treaters should be in bed by now!" I answer the door. On the porch, facing me, is someone costumed like Z at Lake Berryessa: Hood with white circle on the chest, bayonet in a scabbard, et cetera.
"Okay, wise guy," I snarl. "I know it's Halloween, but this is ridiculous."
"I've been reading your posts, Dag." His voice is soft; his words, separate and precise. "It appears you're on to an interesting POI."
"Look, friend," I tell him. "I'd love to discuss matters Zodiac with you, but I'm dog tired."
I start to shut the door. He plants a boot on the jamb; the door bounces wide open. In a single, swift motion he yanks his hood off. I gasp in astonishment.
"I'll be damned!" I blurt. "I was right!"
The bayonet is out of its scabbard, in his hand. He plunges it into my stomach, twists. It's getting dark--darker than the night.
"And now you're dead" are the last words I'll ever hear.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, ZODIOTS!

I Love this post! I think we've all got freaked out a few times after reading too much Zodiac. I still have a saved weird recording saved on my home phone. And then about a year ago, there was the creepy guy, who looked Z like in my mind, sitting on the empty lot across the street. Even a few minutes ago, i hear the gate rattle, I went out back with a flash lite. Even my dog heard something and followed me out.
Well Dag, BOO and Merry Halloween!
Zam*

As I read (and re-read) my obituary, confusion set in.

-glurk