Re: Ghost stories, anyone?

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Sounds unpleasant! That was probably something else than just a dead person.

Cool that it worked with the firmer command. Would probably NOT have worked to shoot it... ;-)

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Re: Ghost stories, anyone?

When I was in high school I had an encounter. My grandmother's place was in Northern Virginia on the Rappahannock River. The family had lived there for a long time, not that house, but in that area.

About a mile down from where my grandmother lived there was an old abanndonned house. It was probably an early 1800s two-story place that was in poor condition. Well, I was out by myself and had walked down the river quite a ways with the tide coming in. I had made it to the point and a distance back but I was getting beat from walking in knee deep water (by this time about 2 miles worth of it I guess), so I went up the high bank and stayed along the treeline.

Not long after that I can to the house. I walked around it outside and came to the front. The front was a two-story porch that was falling apart. Still, it was sturdy enough and I went inside. The interior was in very good shape, for the most part. It was showing its age and lack of attention, but it was still quite sound. The only exception being what was probably the dining room where a tree had fallen against and torn open the roof. I saw that on another trip, I didn't get that far this time.

Coming through the front doors there was a hall that lead back a ways before it turned to the right and there was a straight stairway leading to the second floor right there facing the door. To the left and right were doorways into other rooms. I went in to the room on the right, the one that faced the river.

I was about in the middle of the room when I saw something move behind me in the corner of my vision. Turning quickly, nothing was there. As I straightened up, it moved again on my other side. This time I knew I sw something so I spun around fast and brought up my rifle. Nothing there. At this same time a chill passed through the room.

With that, I left the room about to go outside. When I looked at the steps, I could have sworn I saw something standing there up near the top. Whatever it was encouraged me to hurry on out the door. I trotted on about 50 yards out, but I'm not really sure just how far off it was. Turning around I noticed something odd about the house. The front was in light shadow, but there was an even darker shadown standing in the door. It looked like a figure in black robes that covered it from head to toe and it was transparent like a deep shadown that was standing in the open air. That really freaked me out and out of reflex I brought my rifle up into a ready position. This might have provoked it because the shadow came through the door onto the porch. I didn't bother to shoot. I just took off.

When I got back to my grandmother's place I didn't tell anyone about what had happened. Those hyenas would have just laughed and I'd have never heard the end of it. That night sometime well after dark, I was awakened by an odd feeling. I was in bed and there was a definite presence in the room. It was a malevolent and oppression feeling. I asked if it was the thing from the house and the feeling intensified. I said I had just been looking and hadn't meant any harm. That didn't work and instead the feeling drew closer and more intense. I told it in the name of God to leave me be. It stopped just like flipping a switch. The room felt normal again.

A year or so later I took a friend to that house. I had not told him about what had happened. We went in the front door and checked out some of the rooms on the first floor. When we went to that room where my encounter started, he stopped and looked up the stairs. He asked me if I saw something move on the steps, something like a person. I told him no, but I also said out loud that we were just there to admire the house because we liked architecture. Strangely, the mild oppression we had been feeling lifted and we had no other real problems in the house even though we explored all the safe parts of it. We did hit sort of a cold spot near the top of the stairs, but that could also have been a natural reaction to the railing having long since vanished.

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Sounds unpleasant! That was probably something else than just a dead person.

Cool that it worked with the firmer command. Would probably NOT have worked to shoot it... ;-)

Inger

Re: Ghost stories, anyone?

When I was in high school I had an encounter. My grandmother's place was in Northern Virginia on the Rappahannock River. The family had lived there for a long time, not that house, but in that area.

About a mile down from where my grandmother lived there was an old abanndonned house. It was probably an early 1800s two-story place that was in poor condition. Well, I was out by myself and had walked down the river quite a ways with the tide coming in. I had made it to the point and a distance back but I was getting beat from walking in knee deep water (by this time about 2 miles worth of it I guess), so I went up the high bank and stayed along the treeline.

Not long after that I can to the house. I walked around it outside and came to the front. The front was a two-story porch that was falling apart. Still, it was sturdy enough and I went inside. The interior was in very good shape, for the most part. It was showing its age and lack of attention, but it was still quite sound. The only exception being what was probably the dining room where a tree had fallen against and torn open the roof. I saw that on another trip, I didn't get that far this time.

Coming through the front doors there was a hall that lead back a ways before it turned to the right and there was a straight stairway leading to the second floor right there facing the door. To the left and right were doorways into other rooms. I went in to the room on the right, the one that faced the river.

I was about in the middle of the room when I saw something move behind me in the corner of my vision. Turning quickly, nothing was there. As I straightened up, it moved again on my other side. This time I knew I sw something so I spun around fast and brought up my rifle. Nothing there. At this same time a chill passed through the room.

With that, I left the room about to go outside. When I looked at the steps, I could have sworn I saw something standing there up near the top. Whatever it was encouraged me to hurry on out the door. I trotted on about 50 yards out, but I'm not really sure just how far off it was. Turning around I noticed something odd about the house. The front was in light shadow, but there was an even darker shadown standing in the door. It looked like a figure in black robes that covered it from head to toe and it was transparent like a deep shadown that was standing in the open air. That really freaked me out and out of reflex I brought my rifle up into a ready position. This might have provoked it because the shadow came through the door onto the porch. I didn't bother to shoot. I just took off.

When I got back to my grandmother's place I didn't tell anyone about what had happened. Those hyenas would have just laughed and I'd have never heard the end of it. That night sometime well after dark, I was awakened by an odd feeling. I was in bed and there was a definite presence in the room. It was a malevolent and oppression feeling. I asked if it was the thing from the house and the feeling intensified. I said I had just been looking and hadn't meant any harm. That didn't work and instead the feeling drew closer and more intense. I told it in the name of God to leave me be. It stopped just like flipping a switch. The room felt normal again.

A year or so later I took a friend to that house. I had not told him about what had happened. We went in the front door and checked out some of the rooms on the first floor. When we went to that room where my encounter started, he stopped and looked up the stairs. He asked me if I saw something move on the steps, something like a person. I told him no, but I also said out loud that we were just there to admire the house because we liked architecture. Strangely, the mild oppression we had been feeling lifted and we had no other real problems in the house even though we explored all the safe parts of it. We did hit sort of a cold spot near the top of the stairs, but that could also have been a natural reaction to the railing having long since vanished.