I stole this thread idea from the SomethingAwful forums. Any goons posting there let me know if you post here too!

I stayed up all night reading the thread over at SA and was chilled to the bone, so lets share our own experiences with the paranormal. Please keep these experiences true, no making stuff up!

My story isn't really ghost related, but it's still pretty creepy.

When I was about 14 we had a cat named Rocky. He was an inside/outside cat. We would usually let him out when he wants and call his name for him to come back to the door and come inside. Well one night my mom stood at the door and called his name, but he never showed. We figured he was getting some cat poon and he would come back and meow at the door when he wanted to be inside. Hours passed and Rocky still wasnt back. So we decide just to sleep on it guessing hell be back in the morning.

Next morning, still no Rocky. So me and my dad set out to look around. We went to the closest neighborhoods just sorta looking around and calling his name. After about an hour my dad gets a call from my mom. He wouldn't tell me what she said but I could tell Rocky was probably ____ing dead.

When we got home she told my dad to go look in the backyard while sobing, so I knew it wasn't good. So being hardcore I decide Im going to follow my dad. We get to the back and walk a little ways and you can smell it. His body was behind a tree and pretty much torn in half, half eaten by something.It was hanging together by his spinal cord. My dad said it was probably a dog or coyote. We live by a cow pasture, and in the deep south of Louisiana, so I figured it was snake. Truth is we didn't know.

So my dad picks up the ____ing mutilated cat with a shovel, puts him on a towel, raps the body up, and puts it in a cardboard box. He then took the box and stuck it in our shed saying we would bury him the next day. True cajun dad right there.

It would be awesome if it ended there but here's the part that has me worried to this day.

The next morning we set out to bury ol' Rocky. We walk up to the shed and you can see the ____ing box pretty ____ed up about 10 feet form the door of the shed. Upon closer inspection we came to the conclusion that something went in the shed, pulled down the box, clawed it open, and finished the job. All that was left was Rocky's tailsection. Something had ripped him in hald\f and drug him off.

It might not sound weird, but all I could think of was a deranged ____ or chupacabra hanging around my house. It probably was a dog, but ____ I'll never know.

 

Nowone?

COME ON!

 

My g/f moved into a small efficiency-type apartment by herself. She and I were starting to get serious, so it wasn't long before my lease was up and I moved in with her. The apartment was ALWAYS cold, no matter what the temperature was outside. We were on the bottom floor of a 3 story building, so we just wrote it off as if the people around us had their A/C running all the time. Almost immediately, we started having strange things occur. The TV would randomly turn itself on or off at all hours. Most of the time, it would occur during the day, so my g/f would come home and find the TV on. At the time, I worked nights for a computer company, so I didn't usually get home until after midnight... well after 2am if I went to shoot pool after work (which happened frequently). My g/f would have to get up early to go to work and would occasionally find things scattered all over the kitchen area. Of course, she would blame the mess on me, but I had nothing to do with it. These sorts of issues continued for several months. At first, they happened so infrequently that we ignored them. Steadily, they began to occur more often and each time, would be a little more severe than the last. Near the end of our stay at the apartment, my g/f would wake up in the morning to find the front door unlocked and wide open, the patio door unlocked and wide open, and the windows in the living area wide open. We quickly began to realize that we were not alone in the apartment. The last straw came one weekend evening as we were planning to go out. My g/f was getting ready in the bathroom while I watched TV in the living area. We were about to leave when the door leading from the living area to the bedroom slammed shut. My g/f screamed! I tried to push the door open, but at first, it would not budge. I told her to let go of the door. She said she was sitting on the bed which was several feet from the door. It took me a few seconds to shove the door open. It was as if something was pushing against the door the entire time. I had to shove it with my shoulder to get it to budge. Once I got the door all the way open, the pressure against it stopped. My g/f was sitting on the bed where she had claimed to be. She was beginning to cry as the incident had scared her very badly. We walked out to the parking lot to leave for the evening. As I got in the car, I looked back towards our bedroom window and could swear I saw a sillhouette of a person standing... watching us. A sudden chill came over me that actually had me frightened, which is VERY uncommon. I could actually feel someone staring at me. When we got to dinner, we were both quiet. I finally mentioned to my g/f that I thought we needed to break the lease and move out. She agreed, but was concerned that it would cost us some money as we had several months left on the lease. When we got home, I found that my other car ( I had two Camaros at the time) had been vandalized and the window had been broken out. Nothing was stolen, but the fact that it had occurred on the apartment's supposed "secure" premises was all I needed to get the management to let us vacate the apartment without any penalties. We gave our notice, but had to finish the month before the our next apartment complex would have a unit available. We began to pack our belongings up in boxes. My g/f was afraid to be alone in the apartment, so she would stay with a nearby friend until I got home from work and would then come back to the apartment. The last night, I came home from work early to finish packing. My g/f stayed with her friend that night, as I was going to get up early to get the rental truck to move us. I packed up the remaining dishes that night and sealed the box up with tape. I had two boxes, one full of plates and the other, full of glasses. The next morning, I left to get the truck. My g/f met me back at the apartment to load up the boxes. She walked into the kitchen to pick up a box, stopped, turned towards me and asked, "Why didn't you finish packing these glasses?" I told her I had packed everything. She said, "Well, you must have missed these." I went into the kitchen and found all the glasses I had packed the previous night were neatly stacked back in the cabinet and the box that I had packed them in was literally destroyed and laying in pieces on the floor! There was still tape on the seams. The box looked as if it had been ripped apart from the inside. The flaps had not been opened, the tape had not been removed. The box was literally ripped apart! When I pointed at the box, my g/f immediately knew what had happened. To draw this story to a close, as we were moving out the last of the furniture, we ran into the neighbor that lived directly above us. He has an odd look on his face. We chatted for a few minutes about where we were moving and such. I did not want to mention why, simply because I didn't want to look like a fool, so I kept my mouth shut about it. As we were finishing the conversation, he asked quietly, " Have you had anything weird happen in your apartment?" I immediately knew what he was referring to. I simply stated, "Now you know why we're moving out," and just smirked at him a little. His eyes got a little bigger around as if I had confirmed something he had been dreading. As he walked off, he said to us, " I probably won't be here much longer myself. I haven't been able to sleep much lately, you know." I knew what he meant. With the final load in the truck, my g/f and I made a final sweep of the apartment. As we turned off the lights and closed the front door for the last time, I could almost swear I heard someone whispering from inside. I quickly dismissed it and headed for the truck. My friend Chris, who had helped me move most of the heavy stuff, pointed back at the bedroom window and said, "Dude, it kinda looks like someone's in there." Again, that strange feeling of being stared at came over me. This time, I didn't look back. I closed the truck door, got in, fired up the U-Haul and drove away.
The strangest part of what Chris had to say was that I had not mentioned to him all the nonsense we had experienced, nor had I mentioned seeing the sillhouette of a person standing in that same window from before.
This is not a fictitious story, though it may seem so. My g/f and I have never set foot on the premises of that apartment complex since.

 

My aunt and uncle bought a house with a bit of recent history. The previous owners and builders of the house got into a marital dispute. The wife found out her husband was cheating on her and crashed their truck thru the front window of the family business. They take the wife home and leave her. When the husband walks thru the front door of the house, she blasts him with a shotgun. Then she slits her wrists and climbs in the indoor hut tub. Thinking she hadn't finished the job, she drags herself to the office where the gun cabinets are and shoots herself with a handgun to the head. Supposedly, it is her spirit that haunts the house. My aunt and have several alleged stories of sightings, etc.

I went to stay with them one summer to work. I was in college. I knew about the murder/suicide story but not of the spirit and supposed hauntings. There was a family friend staying with them at the time as well. He was staying in the room across the hall from mine. He had a g/f in town and would be over there a lot. Super late one night, I hear come in and starts making quite a bit of noise in his room. Sounds like he's digging thru everything in the room.

I get up the next morning and at breakfast I mention how much noise Randy made coming in and joked that maybe he'd tipped a few too many since he wasn't there for breakfast. My aunt and uncle gave me a very weird look and said "He didn't come home last night. He stayed at his girlfriend's". I thought they were just yanking my chain until, sure enough, Randy's girlfriend's car pulls up and drops him off. I got a cold chill then, kinda like I get now o r whenever I tell this and its been over 10 years.

 

i get the chills reading UV7's story!

 

UV7, Was this apartment located in Texas?

 

Yes, the apartment is in Texas. It is located in North Houston, just a block off 1960 on Wunderlich Rd.. The place is, by no means, ominous looking, but I certainly would not be able to sleep if I had to spend another night in any one of the apartments in the 9 building! My apartment was 910. I am not sure of any past history on the property or in that apartment building. I assure you, the management would certainly not inform possible tenants if others had experienced issues there as it would be bad for their business. Besides, I never told the management we were vacating because of a haunting. They never would have let us out of the lease for that excuse. I told them their property, which is gated but the gate was always open, was not secure, and because of this, my Camaro was vandalized on the property. They let us out of the lease.
Prior to this series of events, I was the world's biggest skeptic when it came to ghost stories. I scoffed at the usual ghost stories and would laugh and poke fun at the teller. Now, there is no doubt in my mind. There IS something else... something we cannot see, something that is aware of us, aware of its surroundings, and is fully capable of interacting with us on a regular basis. Call it a demon, call it a ghost, or a poltergeist... but what my g/f and I experienced was very real and was NOT friendly.

 

I'm sick of these motherf***ing ghosts messing with my motherf***ing boxes.

JK!