Poll: Share your Urban Legends/Ghost Stories.

[Valkyira]

Some people believe, some people don't. I personally, am in the latter category. But I admit that I have a fascination reading these types of stories, so go ahead and share yours here for everyone else to see.

I'll post this one I found online. Bare in mind that I didn't write this, and I'm certainly not taking any credit for it. It isn't especially spooky, but it does have some significance to me because it's supposedly set in my city.

Spoiler: Reader beware. Well... Meh.

At around 10 pm one stormy night, the last bus form Nottingham to Mansfield stopped outside Newstead Abbey, a widely known haunted place in the UK. It was raining heavily and the driver almost missed the man who was waiting at the stop as this was the first time in many years a person had been picked up at this stage of the route. The man got on the bus and walked up to the top deck without saying a word.

The driver woke the conductor who had fallen asleep to go serve the man with a ticket. The groggy man noticed the bad weather outside and a lack of wet foot prints on the bus floor he asked the driver if he was joking. After a short disagreement on the matter, the conductor went up to find the man, only to discover the top deck was empty. The annoyed conductor stormed down to tell the driver that he was not in the mood for jokes. The driver argued that he was telling the truth, and the argument got so intense that the driver stopped the bus. As he turned to face the conductor and continue the heated discussion, the man came down the stairs and began to walk towards them.

"I told you," the driver said to the conductor, then he turned his attention to the man and said "Sorry mate, but this isn?t the bus stop."

The man continued past them and stood at the door without saying a word. The driver, once again, tried to inform the silent passenger that this was not a bus stop, but the man just stood at the door and didn?t speak. The conductor began to realize that something creepy was happening and reached over to the driver?s controls to open the door.

The quiet man walked out into the rain and as he disappeared into the night, just then the driver and conductor realized that somehow they were once again outside Newstead Abbey.

For more discussion value, I'll throw in a poll, and feel free to describe any so called 'paranormal' experiences you may have experienced.

 

[Valkyira]

Really? Over 5 hours has passed and no-one has anything to say?

 

[Angry Caterpillar]

Not really a ghost story, but one time I looked in the fireplace when we had a big one going and I saw an incredibly detailed skull made out of the soot and ash on the side. The kind of detail that rivals most artists. I was scared shitless.

 

[NoriYuki Sato]

well, i can't remember any personal experiences, i've had a few, just none very memoriable. large shadows that move across the room, animal sized shapes inside the building at night ((where i work)) nothing very memorable, but i've had some..

yes i'm one of the people that believe there could be ghosts, i'm up for discussion about other dimensions as well, and thin spots crossing between, where we see the other people form said dimensions

anything to me is possible. give me 100% solid, undeniable prrof that it can't possibly be true, and i'll believe there are no such things. until such proof exists, ghosts, other dimensions, aliens...all could very possibly exist...and i believe that they do

 

[DeadlyYellow]

Eh, I generally believe in them but would like to seek firsthand encounters. I've only had one thing happen to me that I couldn't really fathom. I was just doing nightly chores when all these little bursts of light started flashing around my feet, like chains of silent firecrackers.

Perhaps if I ever get rich and foolish I'll take a trip to Poveglia Island or Aokigahara forest.

 

[Cabisco]

Well, of course like everyone you occasionally see weird shadows etc, but again like everyone we know thats just your mind playing tricks on you/time you should really get some rest you paranoid idiot.

I did however once get very very freaked out. It was the dead of night and I was asleep, I remember having a bad dream though cannot remember what it was so I was quite nervous at the time I guess. But then I started to come out of my dream as I felt something. As my mind just started to come out of my dream I was suddenly aware of a weight on my chest, I was unsure as to what it was but it definatly didn't feel right. I was also feeling a small pick of pain on my chest, near of the top of where I felt the weight.

I then proceeded to open my eyes and all I saw was pitch black, and too massive yellow eyes barring down on me. My reaction was to suddenly bolt up in bed almost fully getting up in one movement (I don't know why, surely that would have put me closer to the eyes in hindsight).

I then heard a dull thud, and my eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room I realise what had just occured. I heard a meow. My Black cat called Baldrick had come up onto me while I slept and that thud was him going flying when I bolted up, he hit the door...

I felt so bad for the guy, he was trying to be nice even if he scared me to shit.

 

[SeanTheSheep]

Apparently when I was very little and still shared a room with my brother, most nights we got visited by "The Green Lady"
She was a Victorian era woman in a green dress and a green hat with a green veil over her face, and she used to sit at the foot of my bed and tell my brother and I stories until we went to sleep.

I don't remember any of this because I was about 2 at the time, but my brother remembered her and told my mum who has been parroting the story ever since.

 

[azncutthroat]

Spoiler: A well-known ghost story in my country

In the hospital located in [the capital of a certain S.E. Asian country], patients who were checked into a certain room in the ICU ward never lived more than a week. They would always die the following Sunday morning after they were assigned to the room. The nurses and doctors searched for the cause of these deaths, but came up empty-handed. Soon, rumors of the ghost of a nurse who had been raped and murdered by a patient, and whose body was left in a near-by air-vent, circulated the hospital.

The hospital administration set about to disprove the rumors of the ghost, and hired a team of paranormal investigators. With a patient in the room and the investigators' camera and scanning equipment set up early Sunday morning, the whole floor of nurses and doctors watched and waited by the surveillance room...

Spoiler: and what they saw...

was the janitor come in, unplug the life-support, plugged in his vacuum cleaner and start cleaning.

 

[busterkeatonrules]

I love this kind of stories, and have been collecting them for years, mostly from the Web. I wish I had something interesting from my own hometown to share, but the place seems to be some kind of paranormal dead zone. (Apart from vague rumors that an ancient stone coffin containing the remains of some forgotten Viking warlord has been hidden in the crawlspace of the local church by parties unknown...)

I have some tales from other parts of Norway, though. One particularily bizarre one, from a time of rampant superstition, comes to mind:

In Tynset, around 1840, a lonely old man was found dead in his little cabin, deep inside the dark pine forests which to this day cover most of the area. He had been a recluse for most of his life, so he had been lying there for quite some time when someone finally decided to check in on him.

The shrivelled corpse was slumped over the table, and clutched in its rigid arms was the old man's single most infamous possession: His strongbox, which he had jeasously guarded for as long as anyone could remember. It was widely believed to contain a fortune in silver coins.

The police was summoned, and as a crowd of curious townsfolk breathlessly watched, the strongbox was wrestled out of the dead man's grip and wrenched open.

It turned out to be empty.

Cue a frantic, free-for-all treasure hunt. The townspeople left no stone unturned, searching every inch of the forest, digging up newly planted fields, blowing up any conspicuous boulders, but no silver was found.

Eventually, a young man named Ask (traditional Norwegian name - it means "Ash", as in the type of tree) decided to find the treasure. "But I'm not going to dig up every patch of ground I see", said Ask. "I will ask the dead man himself - I've decided to become a necromancer!"

As mentioned before, superstition was very active in those days, and the procedure of becoming a necromancer was fairly well known. It is also very complex, so I'll skip it for the time being. I could post it later, if anyone is interested.

Suffice to say, the procedure had to be performed at midnight on New Year's Eve, seven years in a row. The townspeople were too scared to concern themselves with Ask's plan, so they stuck to the time-honored tactic of digging random holes. However, seven years later, no trace of treasure had been found. This is where Ask stepped forth, to gather up a searching party to dredge the nearby mire - a location nobody had thought to search before because it was known to be bottomless. Nothing that was sunk there, would ever again see daylight.

Ask, however, had succeeded with the rituals and spoken with the dead man, and soon enough a large copper cooking pot was found, mysteriously floating beneath the surface of the mire. The pot was crammed with silver coins.

Now, it was revealed just why the old miser's ghost had told Ask where to find the treasure. Ask had the search party pull something else out of the mire: The body of a drifter, murdered many years ago by the old man and placed in the mire to keep the pot of silver from sinking. The body had become bloated by intestinal gases, but was otherwise preserved by the mire. It could probably have kept the pot floating just beneath the surface for centuries. The miser's soul had been tormented in the afterlife for this crime, and had willingly given up the pot's location in exchange for Ask's promise to give the drifter a decent funeral.

 

[Jackalb]

I've never seen anything but my Mother claims to have seen about 3, my two oldest siblings also claim to have seen them in a house long before I was born.

It was an old man that looked out of a window and two Victorian children or something.

I just held my tongue, I'll put the crazy ***** in a home A.S.A.P. I jest.
Sorry, Mother.

 

[P0RTAL]

I'm surprised there weren't more hits on this
Well I remember in high school that I worked in the Tech team. I was the spotlight person so I worked up in the catwalks. Everyone there who had ever worked up there claimed that a phantom lived up there. I was sort of cynical but many times when I was up there I swear I saw a shadow. Well, it looked like a shadow except more solid, like a completely black person. Other than that I always noticed that no matter how cheery I was before going up there I always ended up becoming overcome with this sort of odd depressed feeling and I'm not usually that sad of a person.

 

[DrgoFx]

Here's an Urban Legend of mine, but it may be a little long.

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Back in the 17th century, there lived a young boy by the name of Jack. Jack was a hideous creation of god, deformed in almost every way, his most notable feature being his knife-like ears. Through out is orphaned childhood, everyone looked at poor Jack with disgust. The children would tease him, the adults would look away in horror and not one bit of love was ever shown to this poor soul. And when he was old enough to live on his own, he did just that.

But Jack was never freed from humanities cruelty towards him, and in retaliation to this cruelty, he began plotting and studying and observing. He worked hard in this society, taking whatever cent he could make and bought himself a ship and a small crew. And once he set sail, he wasn't Jack for too long; He was the murderer Twin Blade Jack.

Yes, Jack would visit these small friendly towns, where no one showed him the slightest bit of kindness. And what he did at this small friendly towns was find the beauty of them all. He would follow them home and sneak into their house and catch them from behind. He then would slice off their ears and hold them by their hair while he danced and sung his little song.

"Clickity, clack. Clickity, clack. Who wants to play with Twin Blade Jack? Clickity, clack. Clickity, clack. Who's still afraid of Twin Blade Jack?"

And as he sung his sweet song, his victim would turn pale, the blood gushing from their ears. And in the end, he would smile softly, bid them good day and drop them to the floor. Jack would do this to every town he stopped by, and in secret no doubt. His actions were famous, the song was legend but his identity was still shrouded with mystery. When word finally came out of his appearance, guards and law enforcement a like hunted him down for his crimes. He sailed as far south as the Everglades and stayed there in isolates silence, telling his crew to live on with out him. He spent his time there in nothing but a row boat in the humid swamp, filled with horrid life.

His sanity left him, or what had remained, and he took his life into his hands. He took his knives jammed them in his ears, churning and twisting them as blood shot out. And by the time the authorities arrived, hours later, they found a row boat with the body of a man. Two knives were wedged in his ears as the knives were glued to the handles by his blood. And between the two gruesome sights, they couldn't help but notice the smile on Jack's face as he was now at peace.

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I hope those of you that did read this enjoyed it, and if you want feel free to criticize it, it's not perfect.