Ghost Stories....
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BarstoolProphet
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Several, but I don\'t have time to share a lot on my lunch break, so I\'ll start with the easy one.
Toronto has a lot of \'haunted\' places, some even famous. My encounter is not famous, and I honestly don\'t even know if anyone else has shared it, but it\'s a repeating one.
Any time I ride the 160 Bathurst bus, Southbound, after midnight (it\'s a 24 hour route), I sit in the same seat, largely because it seems to provoke the encounters, which are fascinating more than scary.
I get on at the north end of the route, and at the Drewry stop, whether the bus actually stops or not, an old man \'gets on\' and takes the seat right in front of mine (when I take the particular seat). He looks /mostly/ solid, but that he can get onto a bus that doesn\'t always stop moving sort of illustrates that he isn\'t \'real\' (and I admit, he could even be a figment of my imagination, for all the proof I could ever come up with).
He sits in front of me, and mumbles to himself in a language or languages that I don\'t understand, but have looked up the words for a rough translation.
\"I\'m lost. I can\'t find my way home. I don\'t know where I am.\" Over and over again.
He\'s \'there\' until the stop at Sheppard (a little over 3km down the line), and then he gets off the bus again.
I\'ve never seen him going northbound.
Toronto has a lot of \'haunted\' places, some even famous. My encounter is not famous, and I honestly don\'t even know if anyone else has shared it, but it\'s a repeating one.
Any time I ride the 160 Bathurst bus, Southbound, after midnight (it\'s a 24 hour route), I sit in the same seat, largely because it seems to provoke the encounters, which are fascinating more than scary.
I get on at the north end of the route, and at the Drewry stop, whether the bus actually stops or not, an old man \'gets on\' and takes the seat right in front of mine (when I take the particular seat). He looks /mostly/ solid, but that he can get onto a bus that doesn\'t always stop moving sort of illustrates that he isn\'t \'real\' (and I admit, he could even be a figment of my imagination, for all the proof I could ever come up with).
He sits in front of me, and mumbles to himself in a language or languages that I don\'t understand, but have looked up the words for a rough translation.
\"I\'m lost. I can\'t find my way home. I don\'t know where I am.\" Over and over again.
He\'s \'there\' until the stop at Sheppard (a little over 3km down the line), and then he gets off the bus again.
I\'ve never seen him going northbound.
alextheartist
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Ghosts are real, its not something to joke about.
Necroghast
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Whoaa that\'s pretty creepy.
I have one, my neighbour\'s cat died and they buried it in their backyard. The next day, they noticed that the grave was a little disturbed, and later in the day they saw a black cat (their cat that had died was black) running behind their house. We now see the cat every once in a while but never for very long. A couple days ago I was waiting for the bus VERY early in the morning (so it was stilll dark out) and I saw something moving a little ways down the road. (I should add I was waiting for the school bus on a pretty rural road) As it got closer I saw it was a cat. It ran down the middle of the road crying softly, not noticing anything, and then vanished right in front of my neighbour\'s house. Not kidding.
@barstool: If you were able to translate it I assume you know what language? I\'m curious as to what it was. Oh and does anyone else see this guy?
I have one, my neighbour\'s cat died and they buried it in their backyard. The next day, they noticed that the grave was a little disturbed, and later in the day they saw a black cat (their cat that had died was black) running behind their house. We now see the cat every once in a while but never for very long. A couple days ago I was waiting for the bus VERY early in the morning (so it was stilll dark out) and I saw something moving a little ways down the road. (I should add I was waiting for the school bus on a pretty rural road) As it got closer I saw it was a cat. It ran down the middle of the road crying softly, not noticing anything, and then vanished right in front of my neighbour\'s house. Not kidding.
@barstool: If you were able to translate it I assume you know what language? I\'m curious as to what it was. Oh and does anyone else see this guy?
BarstoolProphet
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Oh, yeah. After finding the words, he was using italian and what (as far as I could ever find out) seemed to be latin.
I still don\'t know either language, beyond a few words, though.
I still don\'t know either language, beyond a few words, though.
Necroghast
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Hmm I take latin at school (not so great at it though)
squig hunter
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Icelandic folk lore talks about \"fylgjur\" lit. \"followers\", which are spirits that every person has, that follows them around, goes to places before them and generally look out for the person, accounting for gut feelings and the like.
One evening when we were eating, (twas in the autumn, and it was quite dark out) I looked out and saw the siluette of my dads friend in the garden, pitch black it was, and had flashing eyes like a cat, and was gone in a heartbeat. Half an hour later said mate turns up, apologising for being late
Squig
One evening when we were eating, (twas in the autumn, and it was quite dark out) I looked out and saw the siluette of my dads friend in the garden, pitch black it was, and had flashing eyes like a cat, and was gone in a heartbeat. Half an hour later said mate turns up, apologising for being late
Squig
wiccanpony
Official Freak Bar Witch
I’ve never had a ghostly experience but I do believe in them......BarstoolProphet if you’re of a mine, try contacting groups who research the paranormal, they might be interested in your story, maybe even try to help the spirit move on.
No Such Agency
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\"There\'s a ghost in the house,\" she said. \"Her name is Diana. She cries, and sometimes you can smell her perfume.\"
\"Bah, science has no place for this Diana of yours,\" I scoffed. \"It\'s your imagination.\"
Some time later, late one night I smelled a faint floral odour in the upstairs hallway. Like... lilacs, perhaps an old fragrance from days gone by. \"I think I smelled Diana\'s perfume!\" I told her the next day. \"It was lilacs.\"
\"No that\'s just my new shampoo.\"
So, yeah... still not buying the whole ghosts thing.
\"Bah, science has no place for this Diana of yours,\" I scoffed. \"It\'s your imagination.\"
Some time later, late one night I smelled a faint floral odour in the upstairs hallway. Like... lilacs, perhaps an old fragrance from days gone by. \"I think I smelled Diana\'s perfume!\" I told her the next day. \"It was lilacs.\"
\"No that\'s just my new shampoo.\"
So, yeah... still not buying the whole ghosts thing.
junior elf
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Not my own story but the one of my grand dad\'s as I don\'t believe in ghosts but what the hell with that it\'s Halloooooweeeeeen!!! (meant to be said in a scary voice)
I was going to Masouleh, a small fertile village in the mountains towards the north of Iran, on my horse. It was a cold night and I\'d taken a fur hat with myself. The road was wet and full of plants. I then noticed on the side of my eye a white figure across the valley. I turned to have a better look but he was no longer there. I didn\'t make much of it and kept going but then I saw it again and turned but he wasn\'t there. I gave my horse a kick and started to gallop but the figure kept up with me, disappearing every time I turned my head to get a better view of him.
My Grandfather later found out what the white figure was but because I don\'t want to ruin the spirit if you want to know pm me and I\'ll answer back.
I was going to Masouleh, a small fertile village in the mountains towards the north of Iran, on my horse. It was a cold night and I\'d taken a fur hat with myself. The road was wet and full of plants. I then noticed on the side of my eye a white figure across the valley. I turned to have a better look but he was no longer there. I didn\'t make much of it and kept going but then I saw it again and turned but he wasn\'t there. I gave my horse a kick and started to gallop but the figure kept up with me, disappearing every time I turned my head to get a better view of him.
My Grandfather later found out what the white figure was but because I don\'t want to ruin the spirit if you want to know pm me and I\'ll answer back.
junior elf
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@sg2009: What?
Infidel Castro
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I once thought I saw a ghost on an old stone wall. I was camping when I was in the Cubs. I held onto that particular bladderful of pee all night
As the smallest, I slept next to the door of the Niger tent as well. Dear me, I shat myself! Even the very next day at that age I knew it was all nonsense - I was just scared because I was little and in a strange place lol
As the smallest, I slept next to the door of the Niger tent as well. Dear me, I shat myself! Even the very next day at that age I knew it was all nonsense - I was just scared because I was little and in a strange place lol
freakinacage
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brilliant. had a similar experience with perfume and a friend in a \'haunted house\' myself!!
prove it
ScottRadom
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Oh my God! I swear the same thing happened to me......
Do you think we\'re being haunted by the same spirit?
BarstoolProphet
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Ok, I have time, now.
BP\'s Spooky Tale #2
Twenty one years ago, I moved into an apartment with a friend, and we settled in pretty well, though we were always struggling on the edge of financial disgrace, since we were both still in high school, and were trying to make it on just part time jobs.
One night, we were sitting in the kitchen with a few friends, scarfing pizza and wishing we\'d had enough money for some booze, too, when we all heard a sound from my roomie\'s bedroom. A quick head-count showed us that all were present and accounted for, including the cat, who was sprawled across my lap.
Now, he was a neat-freak, so everything was always in its place, so the idea of something falling over didn\'t work in our minds. We were all quiet, and there was another noise, louder. So we went and checked the room - all four of us - and found the mattress was upside down. The sheets and all were inexplicably between the mattress and box spring, instead of on top where they belonged.
We never did figure it out.
Tale #3
This is going to be my last one, and it has the most meaning for me, and my entire family.
My parents split up when I was 13, and we \'kids\' moved to be with mom, rather than dad. But things didn\'t go smoothly for us. There were fights, arguements, and a whole lot of not getting along in the household.
Christmas came, and things settled, but were very tense, still. We put the tree up, as always, and our angel, which had belonged to my maternal grandmother, would not light up. We changed the bulbs, but it still wouldn\'t light up.
So, for the first time since I was six years old, the angel wouldn\'t light up. We went through another year, still not adjusting to things, still fighting, and again, the angel wouldn\'t light up at Christmas. Deeply sentimental about it, we took it to a friend who was good at electronics and such. Individually, the bulbs all worked, and the circuit was fully intact. But it wouldn\'t light up when plugged in.
The third year, we managed to get our collective shit together, and started acting more like a family again. Helping eachother out, not yelling over the smallest things, and not fighting.
That Christmas, we didn\'t plug in the angel, having given up hope, but we still put it at the top of the tree.
Christmas morning, the angel was lit up.
And not plugged in.
We still have the angel, and every year, it\'s at the top of the tree, and now, when we plug it in, it lights up, and there unfortunately hasn\'t been a repeat of the inexplicable powerless lighting of that one Christmas morning.
BP\'s Spooky Tale #2
Twenty one years ago, I moved into an apartment with a friend, and we settled in pretty well, though we were always struggling on the edge of financial disgrace, since we were both still in high school, and were trying to make it on just part time jobs.
One night, we were sitting in the kitchen with a few friends, scarfing pizza and wishing we\'d had enough money for some booze, too, when we all heard a sound from my roomie\'s bedroom. A quick head-count showed us that all were present and accounted for, including the cat, who was sprawled across my lap.
Now, he was a neat-freak, so everything was always in its place, so the idea of something falling over didn\'t work in our minds. We were all quiet, and there was another noise, louder. So we went and checked the room - all four of us - and found the mattress was upside down. The sheets and all were inexplicably between the mattress and box spring, instead of on top where they belonged.
We never did figure it out.
Tale #3
This is going to be my last one, and it has the most meaning for me, and my entire family.
My parents split up when I was 13, and we \'kids\' moved to be with mom, rather than dad. But things didn\'t go smoothly for us. There were fights, arguements, and a whole lot of not getting along in the household.
Christmas came, and things settled, but were very tense, still. We put the tree up, as always, and our angel, which had belonged to my maternal grandmother, would not light up. We changed the bulbs, but it still wouldn\'t light up.
So, for the first time since I was six years old, the angel wouldn\'t light up. We went through another year, still not adjusting to things, still fighting, and again, the angel wouldn\'t light up at Christmas. Deeply sentimental about it, we took it to a friend who was good at electronics and such. Individually, the bulbs all worked, and the circuit was fully intact. But it wouldn\'t light up when plugged in.
The third year, we managed to get our collective shit together, and started acting more like a family again. Helping eachother out, not yelling over the smallest things, and not fighting.
That Christmas, we didn\'t plug in the angel, having given up hope, but we still put it at the top of the tree.
Christmas morning, the angel was lit up.
And not plugged in.
We still have the angel, and every year, it\'s at the top of the tree, and now, when we plug it in, it lights up, and there unfortunately hasn\'t been a repeat of the inexplicable powerless lighting of that one Christmas morning.
junior elf
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Interesting
