Ghost stories

[BeachMomma]

To get somewhat back on topic, my dad had a bad heart attack several years before he finally died. He was in ICU in the hospital that I worked at. One night out of the blue, I called up to the unit to ask his nurse how he was doing. They were "coding" him when I called - meaning he had died and resuscitation efforts were underway.

I hung up and headed to the hospital. I got there just as they got a spontaneous heartbeat and respirations going again. His nurse allowed me to sit quietly by his bed and hold his hand.

The next day when he woke up, he was able to talk to me. I told him what had happened during the night. I had to ask if he remembered anything from the time that he was, for all intents and purposes, dead. He didn't remember anything. No floating, no lights at the end of the tunnel, nothing. He said the only thing he remembered was when I got to his bedside and held his hand throughout the night. He couldn't respond to me, but he knew I'd been there all night.

 

[BeachMomma]

When I was a kid, Mom used to tell me weird things. Stuff like - she'd see her dad who'd been dead since before I was born, standing in the room. Within an hour or so, she'd get a call that someone passed away.

More than once, one of the photographs would fall off of the wall or the bookshelf she had them sitting on. She'd hear within a day or two that the person in the photograph had passed away.

I've not noticed it so much since Mom passed away, but when she was alive, things really did happen in threes. If we had a death in the family, it wasn't that big a deal. If we had 2 deaths in a really short time - within a few days of each other - there would be a 3rd death to follow - within a few days. There was one summer that we had three young, healthy members of the family die withiin a few days of each other. Two were victims of motorcycle accidents, and the third was an 18 yr old cousin who was killed in a freak accident at work. All three were young, healthy men. One of the motorcycle accident victims and I were supposed to meet to play tennis together, but he was killed in that accident the night before our tennis date.

 

[bluebomber]

the real life chucky doll

If you’ve ever seen “Chucky” movie series, you’ve never been able to look at dolls the same way. Chucky is the main antagonist in Child's Play, Child's Play 2, Child's Play 3, Bride of Chucky, and Seed of Chucky. While in the midst of a gun fight with a police officer, Ray finds himself in a toy store and does some voodoo to put himself in the doll so he can get away. Did you know that Chucky is based off of a real doll?

Mr. and Mrs. Otto moved to Key West in 1986, ready to settle down. With them were several servants brought from the Bahamas’ to help them manage the house and care for their son once he arrived in the year 1900. The servant placed to care for Robert Eugene “Gene” Otto was a young Bohemian girl who had just lost her son. In what many speculate was actually an act of revenge, a servant gave Gene a doll made of a wire frame, cloth, straw, hair from Gene’s head, dressed in a sailor suit and holding a stuffed lion. Immediately Gene took to the doll and the two became inseparable. Eugene gave the doll his first name of Robert and made everyone else call him Eugene (Gene) instead.

Every parent has a child with an imaginary friend that they play with and talk to. But not every parent will hear their child answer himself in a different voice. Neighbors began to claim that they would see Robert move around from window to window when the family was not in the house. Children loathed walking by the Otto house for fear of Robert glaring down at them from the window. Whenever an accident, such as a breaking plate, would happen, Gene was quick to say, “Robert did it! Robert did it!”

Other beloved toys belonging to Eugene began to turn up mutilated and the servants claimed to hear giggling in the middle of the night. Sometimes Eugene's voice would sound agitated, but the responding voice only sounded insistent.

After several years of strange events happening, Robert was finally put up in the attic. Gene finally left his childhood home to study in France where he met his wife, Anne. They were married and moved into his childhood home, now known as “The Artist House” that was willed to him at his father’s death. Upon his return to the house, he discovered Robert in the attic and was upset. As compensation for his years spent up there, Gene had a room built for Robert in the third floor.

As if he were trying to make up for lost time, Gene took Robert everywhere in the house with him, including the dinner table and next to his bed. Anne had begun to question her husband’s sanity. But with his death in 1972, Robert was put in the attic as she moved to Boston and allowed the house to be rented out. In the lease agreement she said, 'Robert must at all times remain the sole occupant of the attic room,' or the contract was void. This remained true up until her death in 1976.

Robert waited patiently to be discovered again, and was once a new family moved in. The ten-year-old daughter of the new family quickly found the doll and brought him down to her room to live with her other dolls. Soon after Robert unleashed his anger. The girl would scream at night, claiming to see him walk about her room and attack her as she slept. More than thirty years later she still claims that the doll is alive and wanted to kill her.*

To this day, Robert is still up to his old tricks. Perhaps this accounts for the three pacemakers that have stopped in front of him, many reports of new camera batteries dying in front of him, the many cameras that have stopped working in front of him and the increased activity of the doll. Museum curators report that Robert often changes position overnight even though he is locked behind glass in a case inside a brick museum with locked three inch wooden doors and bars on every window.

It is even possible to visit Robert. However, if you do beware. It is said there is curse that surrounds Robert. If you wish to take a picture of Robert you must ask him politely. If he tilts his head you may snap a picture. Those who mock Robert or take a picture without his permission are cursed with bad luck, as are those who are with them. Littering the Robert the Doll display are many letters written by people apologizing and asking him to remove the curse.**

 

[imemkay]

WTF! That creeped me out!!

 

[BeachMomma]

Oh Jesus! I knew there was a reason I hate that damned movie!

 

[imemkay]

I've never seen any of them, and now I know I never will!!!

 

[BeachMomma]

I hate, hate, HATE those movies! Did I mention I hate them? That might be a slight understatement.

I also hate anything to do with clowns. I'm terrified of clowns. BB once made me watch IT with him. The asshole. Holy mother of Christ; I was terrified throughout the movie.

 

[Aquagal]

I've seen everyone of those damned Chucky movies and always smile when my 27 toed cat runs across the kitchen floor, as she sounds like Chucky with her tap tap tap across the floor.

I'll tell again of a former job I had. The place was in this old historic house, probably close to 8000 sq ft. It was first a residence in the early 1900's then it was remodeled into a stuffy Gentlemans club I think in the 50's. Then after sitting unoccupied for a few years it was remodeled and turned into a city landmark and several businesses were accommodated in it. I worked in a small shop on the second floor and some days I was the first one in the whole building so I had to open up. Near the entrance was this beautiful wide wooden staircase. Anyway, the shop was at the back, up the staircase and down a long hall. Further down the hall were two restrooms. Many times I'd go open up shop and find the men's restroom locked. I'd have to go dig out the key to find the hot water in the sink had been on for must have been awhile as the restroom was like walking into a steam room. While working I'd find the radio and specific electronic equipment turn on or off. Sometimes there was so much background noise that it wasn't immediately noticeable, but after asking if someone turned it on or off, it was usually a NO. Certainly that was always explainable to weirdo electronics. There was known to be a death of a man residing at this club. He had a heart attack in the restroom. I never was creeped out except if I was the very first one to open up the building. In there all alone.

Edit:the man died of a heart attack while shaving.

 

[BeachMomma]

Y'all remember the movie "The Grudge?" My daughter loved that movie. One night, we were sitting here alone watching it. At the time, we only had one dog - a very large black lab. At the climax of the movie, the little girl shows up, black hair all stringy and in her face. I can't remember what happened in the movie, but the dog decided to get up and move around. All we could see was his black head slowly rising from just past the end of the couch.

My daughter and I screamed like little girls. OK, she was a little girl (about 13), but I didn't have an excuse. We shut off the movie and watched something else until BB came home. LOL

 

[bluebomber]

the exorcism of emily rose

Anneliese Michel was born in Bavaria Germany to Anna and Josef Michel on September 21, 1952. In all accounts she had a normal childhood , with a normal family and school life. Her family was highly religious and her father at one time had actually thought of taking the classes needed to become a priest, and three of her aunts were nuns within the church. Her mother had encouraged her throughout her adolescence to atone for the sins of illegitimacy through fervent devotion, due to the fact that she had an older sister just four years older than she who was in fact illegitimate. Her sister Martha, had died when she was eight during an operation to cure her of a kidney tumor. Her mother was ridiculed for the birth of Martha, and even had to wear a black veil to her own wedding ceremony to Josef. She would continue to suffer for the sins of others even up until she passed away. While in college she hung pictures of Saints in her dorm room, kept a holy water font near the front door, and held regular Rosary prayers. She had been known to sleep on bare stone floors to atone the sins of wayward priests and sinners of other sorts, including but not limited to drug addicts.

Anneliese endured great pain during the times in which she began to experience some horrific things. It started one day in 1968 she began having convulsions so her parents like any other good parents would do, took their daughter to a physician to have her examined, ultimately determining that she had Grand Mal seizures. They tried unsuccessfully to control her seizures and she had even been admitted to the hospital for treatment. Depression started to plague her. She eventually returned home from the hospital because Anneliese as well as her parents, had determined that the doctors were unable to help her and she should just be at home. As time passed she started seeing demonic faces all around her especially while praying, and visions of evil things.

In the fall of 1970, she began to hear voices that started ordering her around also telling her that she would stew in hell. In the Summer of 1973 things weren't getting any better, so her parents started visiting pastors requesting that they perform an exorcism on their daughter. All requests had been denied by the church so hopeless they still continued her medication and out patient treatment by the physicians. The church's official opinion on it was that she had not yet met all the criteria needed to perform an exorcism.

In 1974, she began being supervised by Pastor Ernst Alt leading him to petition the church as well for the permission to perform the ritual on her, only to be denied once again. As time went on the attacks worsened and others were starting to be harmed by her. During these worsened attacks she would beat, and bite her family members. She refused to sleep on the bed and opted for the stone floor. Things with her were getting worse as her diet started to consist of spiders, flies, and coal and eventually too, drinking her own urine. Although a life saving technique if stranded in the desert or in war, it was not her purpose. She would scream throughout the house as she started to be very destructive breaking crucifixes, paintings of Jesus, and pulling rosaries apart systematically. Once the mutilations began she also would tear off her clothes and urinate upon the floors.

In September of 1975, seven years after her horrifying ordeal began, the church finally recognized that she was possessed and granted Bishop Joseph Stangl, Father Arnold Renz, and Pastor Ernst Alt to perform the rite The Great Exorcism on Anneliese. The demons that they believed to posses her were Lucifer, Judas Iscariot, Nero, Cain, Hitler, and Fleishmann(disgraced Priest from the 16th century) among a few. Between September 1975 and July 1976 the three men performed 67 rites of exorcism on Anneliese. Holding one to two ceremonies per week, she often would become paralyzed and fall unconscious from exhaustion. The demons that possessed her seemed to be growing in strength as her body weakened. Sometimes finding that it took 3 full grown men, or even chains to keep her from harming herself or others during the rituals.

During that time she began seeing parts of her life returning to her. She began attending college again and even took her final exams. She returned to church as well, only it didn't seem to help. She still suffered the horrendous attacks. She denied herself any nourishment for weeks at a time. During the final rituals performed on her, her knees ruptured from the repeated genuflections performed excessively. Over 40 audio tapes exist to preserve the details. The final ritual was performed on June 30, 1976, while she was ill, retching and running a fever.She was unable to perform the rituals on her own, so her parents carried her through the motions. Her final words to the 3 men were "Beg for Absolution." Then turning to her mother and saying "Mother I'm Afraid!"

Annaliesse passed away the following morning July 1, 1976. The police were notified and the official investigation began. Ultimately both of her parents, and two of the three men were arrested and charged with negligent homicide. During the trial the Coroner stated that she had perished due to pneumonia and that forensic evidence also showed that she had starved to death. He made very firm statements that if they had only force fed her she would still be alive. Her sister who also testified stated that Annaliesse refused to go the mental institution because she believed that they would drug and force feed her. Her physicians were there to present evidence of their own. They testified that they thought the priests had given her information of her psychotic behavior, and that contributed to her attacks.

Tapes of the rituals were played for the court, where you could hear two demons fighting over who would get to take her body over first. One of them called himself Hitler and spoke in a Frankish accent. Following that the Jury was sent to deliberate. Once they had come to a verdict the court went back in session. Their verdict was Guilty of Manslaughter resulting from Negligence. They were all sentenced to 6 months in jail which was suspended and all were given probation.

Two years later a Nun contacted Anna and said that she had a vision that Anneliesse's body was still intact. So her body was exhumed, and pictures were taken. The pictures have never been distributed, and her parents were not allowed to attend the exhumation. They got her a better coffin that would better protect her remains and she was buried once more. Her father has since passed away, and Anna still lives in the same house. When she looks out her bedroom window she can see Annaliesse's grave site. People still visit and pray for her, showing that there were people that believed in her.

The Exorcism ritual was officially changed 20 years following her death. It now reads that they are only to be done by priests in the name of the church, they must be approved by the church, and a lay person must not perform these rituals. The church believes that when Satan enters and takes over your physical and mental capabilities that the soul remains free. They also believe that evil enters a person through ouija boards, Dungeons and Dragons, use of magic, Voodoo, witches, crystals, astrology, tarot cards, & pendulums. And don't think that you are safe if you make a tiny little pact with the Devil, or for sure you will be done for. And don't forget Seances, fortune tellers, sex out of wedlock, the use of alcohol, cocaine or marijuana. And all those other sins too, homosexuality, masturbation, adultery, abortions (parent), and those who commit suicide or have suicidal tendencies.

Man if that last part is true i got a helluva lot of evil in me lmao

 

[BeachMomma]

Wow. I'm in trouble too. I'm guilty of at least 6 of those. lmfao

 

[beachbum1958]

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[beachbum1958]

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[BeachMomma]

((((((((((((((((big hugs)))))))))))))))

That's all I have to offer, hon.

 

[lovetopleasewomen]

Despite what is portrayed in the movies, our dearly departed are anything but dead. Since I was a mid teen I've had various dealings with our ethereal brethren. My early interactions were more of a combative nature and won't relate those for now.

There are a couple of instances I would like to tell but I'm too tired to try to put them into words. Perhaps over the weekend.

 

[BeachMomma]

Despite what is portrayed in the movies, our dearly departed are anything but dead. Since I was a mid teen I've had various dealings with our ethereal brethren. My early interactions were more of a combative nature and won't relate those for now.

There are a couple of instances I would like to tell but I'm too tired to try to put them into words. Perhaps over the weekend.

Please do come visit our campfire again!

 

[BeachMomma]

This is a nursing story borrowed from AllNurses.com It's one of the most amazing, beautiful, sweet, and yet sad stories I've ever heard.

I used to work in an old catholic hospital. Where the labor and delivery unit is located now, it used to be the convent for the nuns that worked at this hospital. One of the nuns died of natural causes years ago. This nun loved and raised numerous varieties of roses. Ever since the OB department was moved to this area, anytime a mother or baby is having difficulties you can smell the scent of roses throughout the whole unit. The OB nurses know to be prepared when they start smelling the scent of roses. If a mother or baby dies, the room suddenly fills with rose petals. It is one of the creepiest, but also loving things that happens. I was standing in a room one night when the baby died. The room filled with white and pink rose petals. The nurses and family was creeped out.

The rose petals just started floating down from the ceiling. It was like someone was just showering the room with them. This has happened several times over the years.

 

[BeachMomma]

Also from AllNurses.com:

First, let me explain a few things for those of you fortunate enough not to work in health care. V-tach is a very dangerous, life-threatening abnormal heartbeat. If it continues untreated, it often converts to V-fib - which means the heart is just quivering like a bowl of jello. During a "code," we use a crash cart. It has all of the equipment we need for resuscitation efforts, including a defibrillator, which we use to shock a patient's heart from V-fib (hopefully) into a life-sustaining rhythm. Also, when a code is "called," that means that resuscitation efforts have been deemed unsuccessful, and the patient is pronounced dead. Pronouncing someone dead means that there are no signs of life present, no pupil response to light, no heart or lung sounds, and the heart monitor shows asystole - AKA flatline. And now, for the story:

My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me happened about a year ago. It really was more of a posession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. It had numerous things going on with him from cardiac to renal (kidney) failure. You name it, he had it going on. This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die! Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look completely changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid bitches aren't going to let me die will you?" and he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding him, but after 20 minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code was called several of the code team is in the room cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream ( actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves. By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.

 

[Slow Ride469]

when I was a kid(a couple years ago) haha....we (my family) was on the way home after a visit with my grandmother..we passed by a side road and there was a house on fire.....a huge fire...blazing...flames coming out the windows and roof.....we went on foe about 1/4 mile or so...and decided to go back and check it out watch the firemen at work.....after we turned around and back tracked.....there was NOTHING....no fire....no smoke....no Firemen...no fire trucks.....NOTHING.....it was like a page outta The Twlight Zone...very wierd.

 

[BeachMomma]

when I was a kid(a couple years ago) haha....we (my family) was on the way home after a visit with my grandmother..we passed by a side road and there was a house on fire.....a huge fire...blazing...flames coming out the windows and roof.....we went on foe about 1/4 mile or so...and decided to go back and check it out watch the firemen at work.....after we turned around and back tracked.....there was NOTHING....no fire....no smoke....no Firemen...no fire trucks.....NOTHING.....it was like a page outta The Twlight Zone...very wierd.

That would be very creepy!

 

[bluebomber]

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

 

[BeachMomma]

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

OMG! That put chills down my spine! Please don't ever tell me again that I've been very naughty!

I've got goosebumps, and my hair is standing on end!

 

[bluebomber]

butt... butt.... butt...i like it when your naughty

 

[BeachMomma]

butt... butt.... butt...i like it when your naughty

No more! I'm too skeered to be naughty now!

 

[BeachMomma]

Also from AllNurses.com:

The other nurse and I found out why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing..

This story is annoying me - from a cardiac nurse's point of view. Unless it's sustained over quite a few seconds, I don't automatically run for the crash cart for V-Tach. Of course, I have protocol orders that I can follow. I don't have to call the doctor until after I have the situation under control.

Hubby will tell you; I constantly complain about the monitor techs. They freak out over every little thing. Their freaking out means they annoy the hell out of ME. lol By the time they call me freaking out over a patient being in V-tach, I already know it, I've already given an amiodarone bolus and started the drip, and I've already called the doctor. By the time they freak out, I've already got it under control. That doesn't stop them from freaking out, though. lol

I have to admit; if I hauled ass into a patient's room with drip and bolus in hand, and saw the patient levitating inches off the bed, I'd probaly drop the drip (sorry lol) and bolus and haul ass right the hell back out of that room! There's nowhere in my Nursing Code of Ethics that says I have to moonlight as an exorcist! Fuck that shit; I'm outta here!