Category: thank you!

Me and my friends went exploring the place shown in the pictures when we found a large room only accessible by a small ladder leading to it, once we climbed up we noticed the horrible smell and the freezing cold (it’s in South Texas during summer so 100° everywhere else) in the center of the room there was a large animal and the ribs were all spread apart and the organs where pulled from it and it didn’t have a head. We didn’t go anywhere else after that, just got the hell out of there the bottom picture is the only picture we got of it. We went back about a month later and the room was empty, smell was gone and there was no blood stains.

Me and my friends went exploring the place shown in the pictures when we found a large room only accessible by a small ladder leading to it, once we climbed up we noticed the horrible smell and the freezing cold (it’s in South Texas during summer so 100° everywhere else) in the center of the room there was a large animal and the ribs were all spread apart and the organs where pulled from it and it didn’t have a head. We didn’t go anywhere else after that, just got the hell out of there the bottom picture is the only picture we got of it. We went back about a month later and the room was empty, smell was gone and there was no blood stains.

I do not actually watch it, but I have heard good things! And that is awesome! Although you saw no ghosts, I hope you still had a great stay. You will simply have to go again now that you know the history. 😉

our-spooky-world:

“And they who for their country die

shall fill an honored grave,

for glory lights the soldiers tomb

and beauty weeps the brave”

– Joseph Drake

Happy Memorial Day. Thank you to all of the men and women who have died protecting our country.

Submitted by rheim15

okay so a long time ago, someone had died in my garage. we moved into the house when i was two. i was instantly drawn to which is now my bedroom. 🙂 apparently it was the guy’s room who died. i had an imaginary friend that came from that room. i’ve has so many experiences since then such as slamming doors, voices, your usual haunted house. this is where the ouija board comes into play. i had received a Ouija board one Christmas. i played it that night w my uncle. it really didn’t work. fast forward a couple of years. i had some friends over this past october. there were five people including me. we decided to play the ouija board in the garage after years of wanting to. we actually contacted the guy who died. one friend didn’t believe no matter what. we would ask questions that only one would know. the person who would ask the question would take their hand off to show it was real. he still didn’t believe. so i know you are not supposed to provoke the spirit by asking it to do something physical, but i did anyway. i asked it to turn the fridge off bc it was humming. no more than two seconds passed, the humming got louder and the fridge started to rattle. we decided to be done for the night. i left the board in my backyard bc i didn’t want to drag anything in. I forgot it was back there. it had rained one night and it was completely wrecked. my dad told me to throw it out. i told him that wasn’t a good idea bc it would end up under my bed or something. he didn’t believe me. so i threw it away in the dumpster. I watched the garbage men take it. the next day, I walked into my backyard. there it was. the ouija board was right where it was before. IN BETTER CONDITION. it wasn’t ripped. it was perfectly in shape. ever since then, things have been moved around. i’m not scared bc i LOVE this type of stuff. i just thought I would share my story w you. i sent this into another blog. follow my blog for more of my stories. :).

My family has a history of being haunted. Of my own experiences, three houses I’ve lived in had strange things happen within. When I was a baby, my mom would hear the creaky garage door open and close on Wednesday evenings. There was never anyone.
In the house we lived in when I was a preteen to early teens, a blue lady was seen multiple times by several people. However, she seemed very benevolent, fortunately. I heard her singing one night. I haven’t heard a more beautiful voice than hers.

In my current home, a dark, shrouded, child sized figure has been seen. We’ve been poked, heard footsteps (including very loud, running, stomping ones that rushed up right behind me. It sounded like a child running), I’ve heard my name called numerous times and a small object once flew off the kitchen table at lunchtime, which was witnessed by my brother, sister and I. My cat will also occasionally sit between me and my bedroom door, staring out into the room beyond. No one is ever there when he does this.

The house I’m currently living in was once the site of a Civil War skirmish and it is close to where the murder of a train robber took place. My great, great grandfather committed suicide many years ago near here, too. His ghost has been seen by the neighbors, wandering about on their farm.

When my mom was 16 she lived on this ranch in Oregon. The property had a creek going through part of it and the creek led to a foresty area and a little abandoned cabin. My mom was bored one day and decided to walk to the cabin, but when she got there there was a lady sitting in the cabin. This cabin was in ruins, only two walls were still up and one of them was only up bc of the counters holding it up. The lady was wearing really old time clothes and when she saw my mom she got angry.She asked my mom “what are you doing in my house, get out!” And then disappeared. Mom ran out of there and never went back and says it was the scariest thing she’s ever seen. She swears the story is true.

It began when my aunt told me she needed someone to babysit her 3 year-old kid in the summer. I accepted because 1. Since her kid is a bit naughty she was going to pay me and 2. I needed the money for college.

Turns out I was going to spend all my summer in France -I’m spanish- but hey, at least I could enjoy the beauty of the town we were going to.

The first days nothing weird happened, my cousin behaved and we got to go to the park almost everyday. But a week or two after those first days my cousin started looking at weird corners of the living room, he would laugh and say things like “Yes, I’ll do that” or “But she will get mad” and if I asked who was he talking to he would say answer me that he wasn’t talking. I knocked it off, I didn’t want to think about it.

Then I got a job at the restaurant where my aunt was working and my two other cousins came to look after the kid when I wasn’t home. Things started to get a little weird: random knocks on the walls, things disappearing or changing places. The little kid still talked at nowhere, he laughed and it seemed as if he was actually with someone. We tried to tell it to my aunt but she said that we were crazy, that nothing was happening. So we tried to ignore it.

August came by and one of my cousins left, so now we were two persons looking after a very naughty kid. We started hearing whistles, feeling cold spots and we even saw the fence door open by itself when it wasn’t blowing air. One of those hot and sticky August nights, my aunt went to a near funfair with her son and some visiting family while my cousin and I stayed at home. By that time I was really depressed at tired and my cousin wanted to stay with me, to talk and accompany me.

That night was the most active night. It all started at ten past twelve, a repetitive knock on the door. I can remember it perfectly: knock-knock. knock. knock-knock-knock. And then it started again, all over again for ten minutes. My cousin and I ignored it, but when it stopped we looked at each other relieved. Five minutes after that, I hit my knee against the wall while trying to find a comfortable pose to sleep. Seconds after that, someone hit the wall on the other side right were my face was. I know it wasn’t my cousin because she was by my side all night. After that we kept hearing footseps on the roof -and the apartment was a one-store building with a roof made of tile-.

Since my aunt kept insisting that we were imagining it, we asked her to go back to Spain. One week later we were back at our own houses.

-Submitted by falling-evans