Share Your Paranormal/Local Lure Experience Here

[JeffoC6]

So I have long been fascinated by all things Paranormal. From Bigfoot and The Loch Ness Monster to Mothman and UFO's. I love to read about peoples' experiences.

I figure, because there are so many of us on here from all over the world, maybe there are folks out there who can share an experience, or a local hometown story that they have.

Being from Northwestern NJ, I don't really have much around me, but when I was little my dad always used to tell me about the Jersey Devil. Whenever we head down to the shore during the summer and ride through the Pine Barrens, my eyes are always peeled, keeping an eye out to catch him

I'd love to hear some of your stories. What have you seen? What have you heard of? What are some local legends in your area?

This should make for fun drunk reading/posting...So, let's have it!

 

[CGVT]

I think it's about to get Squatchy in here...

 

[JeffoC6]

I think it's about to get Squatchy in here...

HAHAHAHA. Dude, Moneymaker is a DB.

 

[b-boy]

OK - I have a weird story. I can't verify that it is actually paranormal, but it was abnormal at the very least.

When I was in college I used to work as a night watchman at Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Hawthorne, NY. Babe Ruth is buried there, among others. There are a lot of old, creepy mausoleums there. I worked midnight to 8AM.

My job was to drive around every hour and punch in at specific locations in the cemetery. This involved getting out of my car and walkng up to 100 yds into the middle of the grounds to put a key into a clock I carried. The key recorded that I had been there. The place was old, creepy, and had huge iron gates that were locked at 6PM. I got paid $10/hr in 1979, which was pretty good money. That's the only reason I took the job. No one else would take it. They let me take my dog to work too.

One night I was doing my rounds. It was just beginning to get light (~5:00 AM). It was misty and there was a knee-deep fog over the entire area. I got out of my car to punch my clock and I heard music. I started walking toward the spot I needed to clock in at and there was a 'guy' in full Scottish garb standing about 100 ft away from me playing the bagpipes. He was right in the middle of an open part of the cemetery. It was still pretty dark and the gates were still locked. There was no way this 'guy' should have been there. His back was to me. He was just standing there playing.

Now since I was being paid to 'guard' the place, the proper response should have been my approaching him to see what was going on. That did not happen! I took off as fast as my feet would carry me. I probably took out a few tombstones on my way back to my car. I went back to my guard shack and skipped the rest of my rounds. Once it got a little lighter I felt guilty and drove back to the spot where I saw him. There were no signs of him.

To this day I don't know who or what the guy was.

That's my story and I'm stickng to it.

 

[JeffoC6]

Thanks for sharing, b-boy...Awesome story. This is what kind of stuff I'm looking for in here. A place to share experiences, regardless of whether they involved "famous" paranormal stuff or not.

 

[WhineinAlbany]

I really don't have my own experience, but my college dorm was supposedly haunted by nuns - Lima hall at the College of Saint Rose. It will come up on paranormal sites. Only experience I had was all my clothes being thrown out of my closet when my room mate and were out. She swore she locked the room and blamed it on ghosts haha. She also told me my desk chair would supposedly move on its own when I was away. Sadly, no recorded proof. Oh yeah, in my senior year, I lived in victorian house that was a dorm that used to be a funeral home. A child burned during a fire in 60s near stairway and also supposedly haunts the place. There's still scorch marks on wood and creepy deacon type benches

 

[jmendez29]

I used to be in the Navy and worked in the engine room of the ship I was on. I was on a 12-6 am watch and nothing to do except 5minutes worth of logs every hour. Being bored, I hung out in the switchgear upstairs with a few other guys.

Around 2am, when I went to take my rounds, I started heading downstairs. I heard a loud consistent banging, presumably coming from the pipes, probably the next space over from where I was. Not thinking much of it, I kept going all the way to the lower level, and as soon as my foot hit the deck plate at the bottom of the stairs, the noise stopped. I thought it was just a weird coincidence and took care of my rounds. When I went to leave, as soon as my foot hit the bottom tread of the stairs, the banging started back up. Again, I thought it was weird but not anything to worry about.

The next hour, as I was heading downstairs, I heard the noise again. And again, it stopped when I was at the bottom and started when I went to leave. And the same thing every hour until the end of my watch. I swear I am not making this up, but I have no way of explaining what it was other than some really crazy coincidence.

It's not nearly as fun of a story as a ghost in a cemetery, but it's what I got.

Other than that, I once renovated a room in my dad's old house. Over a century old. When we tore out the plaster, the whole room seemed almost angry at us. No weird happenings, just a general feeling. The crazy part was that my dad, my girlfriend and I all felt it, and it was almost overwhelming, but none of us talked about it for the two days that it took us to finish the room and it went away. Almost as though it questioned our intent until it saw that we were trying to do something good.

Those are my stories. Again not as fun as a ghost sighting, but anything else I have is second hand.

 

[Airborneguy]

I worked midnights in the area of Brooklyn of Greenwood Cemetery for almost 7 years, hung out there all the time, and never saw a damn thing! Crazy history, tons of famous people buried there, but nothing...

That said, I lived in a legit haunted house for about a year. My father owned it for almost 10 years. Only the typical stuff for us (open drawers, faucets, moving glasses, etc.), but when my father went on his honeymoon with my stepmother, the house sitter told us a crazy story.

He was sitting on the couch watching TV, which meant he was facing the stairs (side-hall colonial). A young girl walked down the stairs, sat on the bottom step, and stared at him. He asked her what she was doing figuring she was a kid who got in the house (my father had just bought the place and knew nothing of the ghost yet). she said "I don't know you," and ran up the stairs. He followed her and of course she was gone. He left and refused to stay there after that.

About two years later, I was living there with him and in high school. I was "studying" with a girl I used to hang out with and her mother drove me home. As we were getting close, she was telling me how she used to live in the neighborhood. When I told her which block, she immediately asked which house. She grew up next door, and her friend lived in our house. She asked to come inside since she hadn't been for like 30 years.

Long story short, she told us that her friend's sister killed herself in the attic when she was only 8 years old. No one ever found out why. When she said it, I looked at my father and he gave me that "shut up" look. After they left, we literally never talked about it until years later when I told someone the story and they didn't believe it.

 

[JeffoC6]

I worked midnights in the area of Brooklyn of Greenwood Cemetery for almost 7 years, hung out there all the time, and never saw a damn thing! Crazy history, tons of famous people buried there, but nothing...

That said, I lived in a legit haunted house for about a year. My father owned it for almost 10 years. Only the typical stuff for us (open drawers, faucets, moving glasses, etc.), but when my father went on his honeymoon with my stepmother, the house sitter told us a crazy story.

He was sitting on the couch watching TV, which meant he was facing the stairs (side-hall colonial). A young girl walked down the stairs, sat on the bottom step, and stared at him. He asked her what she was doing figuring she was a kid who got in the house (my father had just bought the place and knew nothing of the ghost yet). she said "I don't know you," and ran up the stairs. He followed her and of course she was gone. He left and refused to stay there after that.

About two years later, I was living there with him and in high school. I was "studying" with a girl I used to hang out with and her mother drove me home. As we were getting close, she was telling me how she used to live in the neighborhood. When I told her which block, she immediately asked which house. She grew up next door, and her friend lived in our house. She asked to come inside since she hadn't been for like 30 years.

Long story short, she told us that her friend's sister killed herself in the attic when she was only 8 years old. No one ever found out why. When she said it, I looked at my father and he gave me that "shut up" look. After they left, we literally never talked about it until years later when I told someone the story and they didn't believe it.

That's really F'ing freaky. Does your dad still remember that experience well? He had no other ideas as to what the "girl" could've been?

 

[Airborneguy]

We never saw her. Only the house sitter ever claimed to see her. He was a really good friend of my father and didn't know anything about the house (none of us did at the time), so no one had any reason to doubt him. This stuff hasn't really come up in a long time, but I'm fairly confident he would remember it. They sold that house around '02 if I recall correctly.

 

[Brulosopher]

I once believed in a god and thought I felt his presence...

 

[JeffoC6]

I once believed in a god and thought I felt his presence...

go on...

 

[soberJim]

I once thought I was possessed by a demon, I couldn't walk, barely stand and when I did stand and went to sit down, the chair had moved suddenly. Then I realised it was because of half a pint too much homebrew... Seriously though, I was once haunted. I lived three up and one to the right (involuntarily), guess I did too much of the wrong thing and it finally balanced out.. still get a feeling that someone is watching me at times, with a shiver along my spine.