# Ghost Stories

Category: Let's talk

## Post 1 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Wednesday, 13-Oct-2004 23:34:25

Hi all,
Anyone here have any ghost stories would like to share? I mean true ghost stories whether is told by your friends or you encountered it yourself.
Well, I have quite a few to share with you but thank goodness is not my own experience though. I search it from the google search and hope you all will like it.
Forgive me of posting it here cause i can't find a suitable place to post.
Cilla

## Post 2 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Wednesday, 13-Oct-2004 23:41:18

Karen's Ghost
When my daughter was about 4 years old, her cousin died. It happened in Germany,
the child had fallen from a high story window.
She was brought back to the Quad Cities,(where we live) for burial. Being my
daughter was so young, and
had barely known her cousin, we decided not to tell her of the death.
About a week after the funeral, my husband and I were watching t.v in the living
room, it was about 11 pm, our daughter was in bed.
She walks out of bedroom, looks at us and announces, "There is a ghost in my
bedroom"
She didn't say this like a child who just awoke from a nightmare, she said it so
calmly, it gave me chills.
Before I was even able to ask her what she saw, she returned to her bedroom, we
followed.
My daughter pointed to a corner, and said " I woke up, there was a little girl, with
white all around her. She was holding my baby (she called dolls babies) she stood
up, came over and gave me a kiss, told me that she loved me, and her name, and then
she said came to tell me goodbye."
I asked my daughter if the ghost said anything else. "Yes she told me her name,
and her birthday.
I asked my daughter who it was, she replied "It was my dead cousin Karen."
I asked her what the birthday was (I myself didnt know when Karens birthday was,
how could my daughter know?)
I called my sister, and asked her when Karens birthday was. My child was indeed
correct.
How can I not believe my child, she didn't even know Karen had died. My daughter
says Karen was an angel, not a ghost, and just needed to say goodbye.

## Post 3 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Wednesday, 13-Oct-2004 23:57:37

West Virginia Farm House Haunting
I tell this account of a series of experiences my wife and I had with a
not-so-nice spirit. We had never planned to tell this experience outside
of our circle of close friends, but I guess it is worth sharing.
I rented an upstairs apartment of a farm house on a mountain-top that was
located at the intersection of RT 33 and "I believe" County Rte 12 in
Penderton County, WV. (Midway between Brandywine and Franklin WV).
Several strange occurances happened.
1. This didn't register when I first moved in, but the landlady said the
apartment became available when a school teacher suddenly left one
night, and went back home to (Kansas, Illinois, or Iowa). She left
furniture, clothes and all, and wanted none of it returned to her). The
landlady passed it off as an irresponsible person who didn't value a job
or money). Sounded good to me at the time. I was just looking for a place
to live.
2. I lived in the house for a couple weeks by myself before my wife and
daughter joined me. Only one thing happened in that two weeks. I was
laying on the floor late one night listening to music when I heard a
crashing sound in the bedroom. I got up to investigate, saw nothing, then
retired to the bed for the night because it a little after 1 AM. I thought
nothing of it.
3. After my wife and daughter arrived, a couple weeks went by with nothing out of
the ordinary happening. Then for 3 or 4 nights straight at about 1:30AM we
heard the phone ring several times in the landlord and landlady's downstairs
apartment. We heard someone walk across the floor, apparently answer the
phone, then start talking in a muffled tone. Late-night news usually means
bad news, so we hoped all was well with them. After about the fourth
straight night of hearing the phone, we approached the landlady, and asked
if everything was ok. We told her we heard the phone ringing, and hoped
it wasn't bad news. She looked at us like we were crazy, and then said
that they had not received any phone calls. My wife and I eventually blew
it off as the landlady being unwilling to share their personal business
with strangers.
4. Maybe a week later while I was at work, my wife was writing a letter
to her Grandma, and words suddenly appeared on her paper in thick black
ink that said "DON'T HURT THEM". The words then disappeared.
Just before the words appeared, the room became very hot, then cooled
back off after the words went away. My wife threw the letter away and
wrote a new one. She didn't tell me of that experience right away, as she
thought her imagination was getting away from her. (Background: Earlier
that evening my wife and I had been walking on the farm, and noticed how
run-down things were getting. The owners were in their mid-late 80's, and
were unable to keep the farm up. We said during dinner that they should
consider selling the farm to younger people who can take better care of it).
5. A couple nights later I worked a night shift. Between 1 and 2 AM my
wife called and asked me to come home. There was a major problem. After
questioning her, she said she she was asleep in the bed, when the bedroom
window opened, and a mist appeared in the corner by the window. The mist
moved over to the area of the room where my daughter was sleeping in a
crib, then made its way to the side of the bed. Then it moved across the
room, and went out the window. Then the window slammed shut. The whole
time the mist was in the room, my wife said she could hardly breathe, as
the room was hot and smelled rotten and sulpher-like. When I arrived home
she looked swful. You could tell she had been through a terrible trauma.
She explained all that happened. I tried the window to see if it could
go up and down easily to try and explain away what happened, but could
barely budge the window a couple inches. It was at that time that she
shared the letter writing incident with me.
6. After that, we both constantly felt as though there was someone hanging
over our shoulder. Also, since moving in the house we had to keep lights
on in all the rooms even during the day, as the rooms were very dark.
Several other things happened over the next 6 weeks until we couldn't
take it anymore and moved.
- More times than one could count, both she or I would be walking in the
apartment, and feel someone was behind us. We would turn around, but
nobody was there. (We didn't share this with one another until after
we moved).
- One night, I fell asleep on the couch and felt someone nudge me force-
fully several times. I woke up and asked my wife what she wanted. I
noticed that she was sitting across the room reading a book. I asked if
she nudged me, and she said no. It was not a muscle twitch.
- Another time, we were in bed falling asleep, when we heard things crashing
in the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen to see the trash can tipped over,
and garbage strung all over the floor. It was apparantly forcefull shoved
over, as trash was thrown from one end of the room to the other. There was
now way the can could have fallen over on its own.
- Other things like cans plates, glasses, and bowls were tipped over on
different occasions. When these things happened, a hot, rotten,
sulfer-like odor would fill the room.
- The worst one was when I was at work one night. My wife was in the
living room and my daughter was sleeping in the bedroom. The bedroom door
suddenly slammed shut (against gravity), and locked. My wife was frantic.
She pulled and pulled but the door would not budge. She could smell the
rotten sulfer odor coming from under the bedroom door. She yelled at the
spirit, and demanded that it let her open the door. She heard the window
slam shut, and the door opened. My daughter was safe in bed. That was the
last major problem we had, but felt it was time to move.
7. We moved three weeks later, and it was the last time we set foot in the
house. We put the experience behind us and started living a normal life in
another house.
8. About 6-months later I met up with a friend that I hadn't seen in
over a year. (We were both in the military at the time). He informed me
he had just finished moving. I asked if he was just moving into the area.
He said, he had been in the area for a month, but was just moving from one
house to another. I asked where he was moving from and to. He said he was
moving from a farm house on a mountain, to a house in town. I inquired
where the house was. It turned out it was the same farm-house apartment that
my wife and I have lived in not 6 months earlier. He suddenly became
very serious and asked if we had "problems" while living in the house. I
asked "what kind of problems ?". He said "don't think I'm crazy, but . .
. . " It turns out he and his wife had the same type
of problems as we did. I was relieved to know that we weren't crazy, but
sad for he and his wife that they had to experience the same problems as
we did. We talked for over and hour on things that had happened, and
then put it behind us.
9. As for the school teacher. When my friend moved out of the house, he
told the owners what problems he had. The landlady blew it off as foolishness,
and said the school teacher gave a similar excuse. Apparently, the school
teacher took off in the middle of the night carrying her keys, purse, and
the clothes she had draped over a chair next to the bed. She drove
straight through to her home state only stopping to eat or use the toilet.
She informed no-one of her sudden decision to leave, until 3-weeks later
when the landlady called her parents to see if she may be there. She
refused to talk about why she left, but only said that the landlady could
keep her clothes and furniture, as she wanted sent to her. I would really
like to find and talk to her.
10. It has been 19 years since that happened, and I still remember it as
though it were yesterday. My wife and I have not researched the experience
further, nor do we care to. We never have been or never will be
into paranormal, or any kind of cultist activities. We did not go looking
for an experience with a ghost, but one apparently came looking for us.

## Post 4 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 9:06:15

Trust Your Dreams
My brother and I were very close. We shared a bedroom, and every morning when we
woke up we would tell each other our dreams from the night before. The week after
his Bar Mitzvah, on a Friday morning, he told me about a particularly disturbing
dream. His dream was that his brand new tie that his uncle had given him for his
Bar Mitzvah was ruined. Bad things were also happening to him while he was wearing
the tie. In his dream he changed into a bow tie and good things started happening
to him and all his luck changed for the better.
That afternoon he was getting ready for temple services that evening. He was careful
to put on a bow tie instead of a tie. He didn't want bad things to happen to him,
since he was a very superstitious person. When he was about to leave with his parents
(I wasn't going to temple that evening because of a slight head cold.) my father
noticed that he wasn't wearing his new tie. My father told him to change into his
new tie, because his uncle would be at temple that night. My brother started to argue,
but my father interrupted and told him to go upstairs and just put on the tie. He
did, and my family left for temple.
I went into the computer room and started playing a new game. I was doing really
badly so I went into my bedroom to lay down. I was almost asleep when I realized
someone else was in the room. I opened my eyes, and I saw my brother rummaging through
the closet. I asked him what he was doing back so soon, and he didn't answer. I got
really mad and threw a small pillow at him. It didn't hit him, so I assumed I missed,
since the pillow was so small, and I was so tired. He then grabbed his bow tie and
left. I saw him leave the room, and I yelled after him, "Adam! Come back!". He didn't
answer, so I figured he didn't hear me, and I went to sleep.
My parents woke me up around midnight and told me that Adam had died. During the
temple service he went outside into the courtyard for a breath of fresh air. After
the service his parents saw his body laying in the middle of the courtyard. My parents
had an autopsy done on Adam, and the doctors said he was perfectly healthy except
for the fact that he was dead.
To this day, I think the bad luck of the tie killed my brother. I can tell you one
thing, trust your dreams.
~

## Post 5 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 9:46:36

Southern Hospitality
This is the story of one of many strange things that have happened to me in my life.
I truely do believe that there are unexplained things that happen in the world, and
that only a fool would under estimate the unknown. Although I have not been extremely
frightened by most of the occurrences, due to my great faith in the power of God
over all. This incident occurred a few years ago in southern Texas in a small border
town named Rio Grande City. I was recently married and lived with my husband, his
grandmother and our new baby who was nearly four months old. The house was a rented
one, and I could feel that familiar "surrounded" feeling the moment we first walked
into the little yellow house. I did not voice my feelings to my husband Jesse or
to his grandmother Dalia because I knew that Jesse did not ever believe my intuitions,
and I thought maybe Dalia wouldn't either. We moved in right after Thanksgiving.
The house's main door was to the kitchen and led into the livingroom. To the left
was the long hallway to the rooms. On the right hand side of the hall was Dalia's
bedroom which she filled with her religious items like her rosary beads, scapular
and small alter. ( we are Catholic) Across from her room was the bathroom. Further
down the narrow hallway at the end and to the right was mine, Jesse and the baby's
room. Now across from our room was another large room. But upon entering this room,
I got the most sudden chill and unpleasant feeling that I never entered it again.
Not one of us was comfortable in that room so we used as a storage area. The baby
was not yet sleeping through the night and she required formula. So lucky as I always
was, I spent many nights walking down that long, dark and narrow hall to get into
the kitchen. I always saw white tall figures standing in the bathroom doorway as
if watching my nightly trek down the hall. They always had a slender finger held
up to their non-existent lips as if to tell me to keep quiet. I also saw these figures
sitting on the livingroom couch signaling to me in the same way as soon as I got
into that room after leaving the hall. I was not afraid, nor did I ever feel any
dread around these figures on the many occasions that I saw them. They seemed more
like they were just trying to take care of me somehow. At around Christmas, Dalia
was a little depressed as it was nearing the anniversary of her mother's death. She
became very distraught and angry and said many times that she wished that she were
dead. That night she was to work at the hospital (she worked night shift in the nursery)
and so Jesse the baby and I were alone at the isolated house. That's when I first
heard the knocks at the front door in the kitchen. It was a little after midnight
and we were still up in our room with the baby. I told Jesse that I had heard a knock
at the door so he went and checked. He said that I must have been hearing things
because no one was there. As soon as he sat I heard it again and I checked that time
but no one was at the door. But again, as soon as I got back into the room the knocking
started again. I just ignored and didn't tell Jesse anything anymore because he had
said that he had not heard the knocking even after he turned down the volume on the
TV. The knocking occurred every few nights. On one of these nights I happened to
wake up and see three white figures seeming to be push the rooms door as if to keep
someone out. One turned to me and once again gestured for me to stay quiet. One night
I decided to sit with baby in the livingroom and give Jesse a break. The baby fell
asleep at around one AM and I was watching a late program that interested me so I
decided to go ahead and stay up to finish watching the program. All of a sudden I
heard someone whisper urgently and worriedly into my ear to go to bed now. I felt
all the hair on my body raised on end. I quickly grabbed the baby and ran down the
hall. I could hear heavy breathing right behind me all the way down the hall. As
I came to Dalia's room I felt as if someone had pushed me into her room. I quickly
did the sign of the cross on the baby and on myself and began to pray to God for
protection. When I looked at the doorway, there was a hideous, hairy, tall black
thing staring in at me . I could feel the hate just flowing from the horrible thing,
but it would not enter the room. I tried to yell for Jesse, but my voice was gone
from me. The thing finally left and seemed to have gone into the unused third room.
I regained my voice and got Jesse to come to my aid. He was a little shaken by my
story but we decided not tell Dalia for fear of scaring her. Christmas night was
the last night we spent at that house. We stayed up until midnight to open our gifts.
At a few minutes after midnight we heard a knock at the door. Jesse went to open
it, and when he did there was no one there. As soon as he closed it, the knocking
began again. I went to the window and looked out, but no one was there. I waited
for awhile by the window. Suddenly banging began at the door, but I was looking out
the window as the banging occurred..... BUT NO ONE WAS AT THE DOOR! The hair on my
body began to rise and I stopped Jesse from opening the door and called him to the
window. He was so freaked out that he looked pale. Dalia was also very shaken and
began to cry out to God for forgiveness for asking to die. The banging only became
harder. It went on throughout the night but it moved from the door and followed Dalia
throughout the house as if someone was circling the house and banging on it from
the outside of wherever she happened to be. We left the next day not having lasted
a month in the house. It does still exist and no one lives there except whatever
posses the house. We did drive by there once after dark after it had been vacant
for a couple years. We will never do that again! In the back unused room someone
had a light on and was standing at the window looking out. YIKES!

## Post 6 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 10:17:38

Our Guardian Angel from the Past?
My husband and I bought our home in June 1994. Our oldest son was only 2 months old
at the time. When our oldest son was only
five months old, I found out that I was pregnant again. So, being that
I had been having dizzy spells, we drove down to my sister's
house and brought my oldest niece back with us so she
could help me out for the summer.
Well, a few nights after Morgan came to stay with us, I got up in the
middle of the night to come downstairs and get a drink. I
happened to look into our living room, and there sat Morgan, all
huddled up in a ball on my couch. I asked her what was wrong.
She looked at me with terrified eyes,"I heard someone knocking on
the television screen." Well, I just brushed it off as her
imagination..but still I told her to come upstairs with me and sleep
on the floor in my bedroom. That was the first incident that
occurred in our home.
Our youngest son was born in February of the following year. So, now I
was taking care of a newborn and a 10 month old. Still,
nothing else happened......that is until 1996. It all began one evening
in the living room. My husband and I were watching a movie.
He was sitting on the floor in front of our couch. I was across the
room on a chair. And our sons were asleep on the couch. Most
of you know how kids are...some of their toys hadn't made it into their
toy box that night. Including a cowboy toy that was about 8
to 10 inches tall. ( I know some of you know the one I'm talking
about.) Anyway, we were really engrossed in this movie. The
cowboy toy had been lying on the floor in our kitchen, which is only a
few feet away from the living room door. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw something fly through the air. It hit my husband in
the chest. He quickly stood up and asked me if I had thrown
something at him. I told him that there was no way I could have done
this because I was sitting the whole way across the living
room. I explained that if I had thrown it, he would have gotten hit
from behind. He looked down to see what the object was..and
there was that cowboy toy on the floor where he had been sitting.
Well, things stayed quiet for a few months. Then it picked up
again that summer. I have a huge counter top in the kitchen. Sometimes
we would witness cups or plates moving by themselves
across the counter top. They never hit the floor though, Just stayed
on the counter top. When I'd be alone at night in our living
room, on occasion, I would hear a small voice say,"Mommy?" When I would
turn to see if it was one of my sons..no one would be
there. Soon, I started understanding WHY no
one was there.
At this time, my oldest son was around 2 and a half. His brother was
about 1 and a half. The older boy would be talking to the
air...like he was actually having a conversation with another person.
He would giggle and everything. Not wanting to urge him to
continue this, but being a curious mother, one day, I asked him who he
was talking to?. He could only say a few words at the time.
But he answered, "The boy." In the middle of the night a few weeks
later, my husband caught me talking in my sleep. He said I
told him about a little boy who always sat on our stairs. I started
getting the picture then. Someone wanted his presence to be
known. One afternoon, not long after that..I was putting clean
clothes away upstairs in my bedroom. My boys were asleep
downstairs on the couch. Well, I went into their bedroom to put
something away. When I entered my room again, my husband's
dresser drawer was hanging wide open. I know, I did not do it. Trying
to brush this off, I walked past the kids bedroom door to go
downstairs. But as I did this, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the
figure of a young boy inside of their bedroom. He was just
standing there in the corner of the room. My husband began being
awakened out of sleep by little pranks. By the way, my husband
is not the kind of man who was ever to believe in ghosts. One night he
was awakened to the sound of someone pounding with fists
on all 4 of the walls in the bedroom. Another night, he awoke to feel
the comforter being tugged on at the foot of our bed. The last
night that anything happened to him, he shook me awake. He whispered to
me, "Do you hear that?" I listened closely.....the sound
of toys being played with in our sons room had awoken him this time. I
slowly crept towards their bedroom door. Being that their
lamp was always left on in there....I could see that the boys were fast
asleep in their beds. The noise happened once more...but no
toys were lying on the floor anywhere. The next incident happened to
me. One night, my youngest son woke up with a fever. I
gave him some medicine and sat on the floor beside his bed. I was
rubbing his face and hair, trying to comfort him back to sleep. I
whispered,"It's okay, sweetheart..go back to sleep." All of a sudden,
a music box that they had in their toy box started to play a
few notes of a lullaby. My son went back to sleep right away. This
really touched my deeply. Now knowing that the ghostly child I
had seen was a kind of protector for our
sons.
A month later, I was sitting in our living room once again...both boys
were in bed. I heard the sound of something falling down the
stairs! I ran to the kitchen and looked to the bottom of the stairs,
only to find that no one was there!! Whatever it was even
knocked down the baby gate that we kept at the bottom of the steps. I
began having visions of a small boy accidentally falling
down the stairs and dying. Someone was definitely trying to get our
attention. Well, we decided to have the stairway remodeled.
The old paneling was torn down, the old carpet was ripped off of the
steps..etc. After the old carpet was taken off, my husband
pulled me aside and said,"Look at those steps.." I looked at them and
saw that almost each one was ready to split down the
middle. If stepped on hard enough, someone would either end up in our
basement or with a broken leg. My husband and my dad
pulled the old steps off and put all new ones on, put up new
wallboard...everything. We redid our hallway in April 1997...to this
day, we have had no more ghostly disturbances. I really think that
the boy was a kind of guardian angel..sent to warn us that
someone was going to get hurt if something wasn't done about our
stairs. In a way, I miss him. I don't know if my husband would
feel the same way though.

## Post 7 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 11:13:19

Butchy
this is a true story that happend to me and my wife
It was three years ago. My wife and I had just bought our first house;
it was in a newly-onstructed community. In fact, we were on the last street
(row of houses) and directly across the street was a few acres of
wooded land. It was thick with underbrush and mostly older trees.
"Anyway, it was late one night in August and the wind outside was
kicking up quite a bit. The sky was overcast with dark, heavy clouds,
and looking out our front kitchen window we could see occasional
lightning a mile or so away in the sky above the woods. Thunder
cracked overhead.
"At 11 p.m. or so, we heard scratching on, and the shaking of, the
wooden front gate/door into our back yard (it was just outside the
kitchen, to the left of the house). That meant only one thing, the same
thing it meant every time it thundered, that our six-year-old german
shepard dog, Butchy, was freaking out again and hopping the fence.
Every time the clouds rolled in, the thunder clapping, he rolled out.
He'd run to the woods across the street, charging about ten feet straight in
and then ten feet to the right, where an old picnic table sat covered with
pine needles and other tree leaves, partially hidden by tall weeds and
bushes. "I ran out the front door, my wife following as far as the edge of the
porch, and started across the street. I saw Butchy waiting at the edge
of the woods, directly in front of me, just watching me approach. With
another clap of thunder, Butchy was off into the thicket and the
darkness of trees. "As I started in, my wife yelled (barely audible over the wind),
'Be careful! Its dark.' I couldn't see Butchy, but I heard his thrashing
about already in the direction of that picnic table. I yelled his name. His
only reply was a louder thrashing about and a low growling. I thought that a
bit strange, but with the scared state he was in he'd probably growl at
any varmint he saw. After going in about three feet, and heading
diagonally toward the picnic table, I heard Butchy growl rather loudly
(especially over that wind), and then bark ... cut off with a yelp the
likes of which I hadn't heard since the time he was a puppy and I accidently
stepped on his tail. Not knowing what to make of it, I thought I had
better run back to the house and grab a flashlight. If Butchy had
somehow hurt himself and was lying in that thick underbrush I'd have a
heck of a time finding him in the dark. As I approached the outer edge
of the woods, I saw my wife now by the mailbox at the end of the
driveway. She looked in my direction and began screaming, 'Get the f---
outta there! Now, honey! Run!' I didn't know what to make of that, but
it so startled me I took off back across the street.
"As I ran up to her, she threw her arms around me and started crying.
'Oh, god. I was so afraid you wouldn't come back out!' Puzzled, I
asked her what she meant, and started to explain how I was coming
back for a flashlight to find Butchy easier. 'Look,' she interrupted me,
'just look!' as she pointed towards the woods about three or four feet
to the right of where I had emerged.
"Looking back at the woods, I saw a startling sight. A pair of eyes.
Red. Glowing. Unblinking. About seven feet from the ground. Smoldering and peering
out from the wooded darkness just a few feet from where I had
been. From where I'd be right now if I hadn't come back out. From
where I had last heard Butchy yelp.
"I got my gun from the house. When we both came back out, the eyes
were gone. Working up my courage, I announced I had to go get
Butchy. My wife threw herself on me, ordering me not to go. Telling me
if I did I'd have to drag her with me because she wasn't letting go.
"As we argued for a few minutes, it began to pour. She convinced me
Butchy was either hiding under the table or still running, either way he
wouldn't come back voluntarily until the storm passed. Past occurences
told me this, we had never been able to coax, cajole or drag him back
until the weather cleared. Usually, as dawn broke the next day we'd
hear him stratching at the front door. So, we both went inside. Scared
and wet.

## Post 8 by Goblin (I have proven to myself and the world that I need mental help) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 13:22:48

I have a story and as strange as it may seem every word is true.
............................................................We lost our close friend Donnie 2 years ago and sadly we werent able to properly say goodbye,he was seen by both his brother Garry and my brother Alistair,at the same time Donnie was lost in a huge avalanche and the figure was apparently covered in snow,Garry & Ally {being superstitious climbers} knew exactly what this meant Donnie's ghost was a crisis apparition he was trying to make contact with those he loved
............................................................They see him quite often and feel no fear, only a great sense of loss particularly Garry who never really got over Donnie's death, we are surrounded by ghosts here and not once would we ask them to leave, or "pass over".

## Post 9 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:02:56

The next few Stories is going to be from my own country.

## Post 10 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:05:02

Death Touch
Three years ago, I became pregnant for the first time. My husband, family and in-laws
fussed over me a great deal and I was given all kinds of advice. I was especially
told that I should never go out of the house between 11am and 3pm and after 7 in
the evening. If I had to go out during those times, I was to carry a sharp object
with me, particularly a penknife or a nail. I did not take this advice seriously.
Who would in these modern times? I was young and carefree and, most of all, not superstitious
at all. Well at least not at that time.
My husband and I were very excited at the idea of becoming parents. The only thing
we could talk about was babies. When I was 3 months pregnant, we felt that we just
had to celebrate, so that night we went out and dined in an expensive restaurant
in Orchard Road. After a very pleasant dinner, we drove down to MacRitchie Reservoir
for a stroll. I still remember that late evening stroll...we laughed giggles and
spoke so much about our growing child.
After a bit of walking, feeling tired, we sat down on a bench near the water's edge.
As I sat with my hands resting on my tummy, and my husband's arm around my shoulder,
I felt an icy wind whisk around me, encircling me. For a split second, I felt giddy.
The cold, chilly wind seemed to go around me like a whirlwind and then disappeared.
My husband, on seeing me looking faint, insisted that we go home immediately. I did
not take this incident seriously, although I did find it strange that my husband
had not felt anything wen I was actually within his arms when it happened. That night,
as I lay in bed, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. When I told my husband about
it, he quickly bundled me into the car and took me to the hospital nearest our home.
I was warded and later told that I had suffered from a miscarriage.
That was 3 years ago. I learnt my lesson the hard way. 7 months later I become pregnant
again. This time, I did not ignore my elders' advice and now I have a beautiful daughter.

## Post 11 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:10:13

Tarot Gift
About a year ago, a colleague of mine gave me a deck of tarot cards because I was
interested in the occult and was pretty good at palm reading. She thought I'd make
a good tarot card reader.
When I asked why she was giving the deck away, she said she didn't want to talk about
it. I didn't give it any thought and took the deck home. I left it somewhere in my
room and forgot all about it.
But since that day, my housemate June - we were staying in seperate rooms in the
same house - told me she felt uneasy every time she was alone at home, as if there
was a presence in the house.
She freaked out one bizzare night when, all alone in the house, she could not sleep.
She decided she would wash the plates. Maybe that would help. When she turned the
tap on, blood spurted into the sink.
She ran to her room and stayed there until I came home. She told me what happened.
We both went to the sink to look & saw the tap running - with clear water. She swore
she had seen blood. We decided, for our own peace of mind, that maybe she saw rusty
water instead and the water had now become clear.
Anyway a fortnight after I received the cards, I went off to Kuala Lumpur for an
assignment & so was away for the whole weekend. When I came back on Monday morning,
my friend said she had had a terrible night.
She had heard the sound of a guitar being played in my room & in a deep male voice
grunting like a demon. It had gone on all day on Saturday.
I did have a guitar but no one was in my room at that time. She also said that my
telephone rang several times at midnight, which was a really strange thing as I only
had an extension of the main line in my room, not my own private line.
So how could my phone ring without her extension ringing as well?
My friend was convinced something weird was going on that she went back to her mother's
house for the day. When she was there, her aunt, who was a psychic, told her an evil
energy existed in our house and that it came from my room.
She told my friend to call me immediately & to check if there was anything new or
strange near the window, where she felt the evil spirit was coming from.
My friend called me on Monday morning, shortly after I had returned, & told me all
about her awful weekend. I said I would check & put down the phone. That was when
I realised that the guitar was leaning against the window & beside the guitar, also
underneath the window, was the deck of tarot cards!
I immediately took the cards down to my office & left it on my colleague's desk.
I didn't tell June about the deck. If she had really felt the presence, then she
would know now, without being told, that the evil presence had gone away.
When she came home that night, she immediately said that the evil presence was gone
and that she was no longer afraid. She went to my room & though she saw the guitar
still there, she felt all right. She couldn't explain why & thought her imagination
was getting the better of her.
Since that day June hasn't complained about feeling disturbed. I never did tell her
about the tarot cards. I'm sure it would have freaked her out to know she was truly
being bothered by an evil presence.
I confronted my colleague at work & asked her why she had given me such a tainted
present. She said she thought I was strong enough to neutralise the cards. It seemed
the cards had been owned by a murderer. Her father was a lawyer who represented the
man. When the criminal was sent to jail, he gave the tarot cards to my friend's father,
who had in turn given it to her.
She said she was tormented by horrible nightmares after that & she felt a heavy male
body pressing down on her. Sometimes it would choke her & she would not be able to
get up.
She gave the cards to me so that I could cleanse it of its evil. I was extremely
angry & told her off for having put me in such danger.
Fortunately, I was made of tougher psychic stuff than my housemate. I told her never
to pass the responsibility of those tarot cards to anyone else & to return it to
its owner.

## Post 12 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:12:50

This is a real story spread among Singapore taxi drivers.
It was about 7.30 pm in Chinese New Year's eve. Taxi driver Ah Tan, a
60-year-old man, lived in Bedok Reservoir Rd, was rushing back home to
celebrate the family dinner.
He happened to pass by a remote path somewhere near Punggol. That used
to be a farm village but has been deserted for a few years. There were
altogether four bus-stops along the roadside.
While he was driving along the path, he saw a young lady at the bus-stop
flagging for his taxi. At first, he wanted to take the lady but he was
going to be late for his dinner. Being a person particular for punctuality,
he decided not to take this customer. Then he carried on driving. To
his surprise, there was another lady flagging him down. This time he
felt familiar because she was wearing a red T-shirt and black skirt but
due to fading light, he could not see her face.
When he passed by the third bus-stop, he felt a bit of horror as another
lady was flagging him again, in the same red and black clothes! How
would a lady moves faster than the wheels? The distance between two
stops is about 0.8 KM away! This time, he really felt horrible and stepped
the accelerator harder.When passing the fourth one, a lady charged at his
car!
He was driving at least at the speed of 100 KM/H! The lady flew over his
vehicle and dropped inside a drain next to the bus-stop. Ah Tan cried out
due to extremely horror! The victim once again in red and black clothes.
Ah Tan felt so bad and had no mood celebrating New Year.
Finally, he decided to report to the police. The body in red and
black skirt was found, it was a young Chinese lady aged between 20 to
25 year old. Ah Tan's horror got attested. The lady's cause of death
is not by car accident but stabbed by sharp object! She had been dead
for about three days, the body already started to decay.
After the police statement, Ah Tan thought of the whole things had been over.
Of course the police snickered at his initial statement and made him do
another 'credible' one.
One week later, Ah Tan's horrible feeling had lessen. What a coincidence,
he striked first prize 4-D for his taxi number plate. He won a big sum
of money, he was so delighted in this, but unfortunately he fell down
in the bath room and fractured his right arm. He was admitted to Changi hospital.
In the hospital, he started to have nightmare night after night. A young lady,
in red and black skirt, kept calling him "Ah Peh, li di si lo lai?"(Uncle, when
are you coming down?). He really cannot tolerate to it anymore.
Moreover, the inflammation started on his wound. Luckily, one of his
friend who is a Taoist priest suggested to give up his stake's money
instead of plead for 'safety'. He told Ah Tan that the lady ghost is
gnawed by serious grievances and has become a ferocious spirit.
Since she could not avenge the murderer due to some reasons, Ah Tan
chosen to be the 'scapegoat' for her rebirth'. The 4D winning stake
is to exchange for his life!
After a battle of mind, the lady still disturbed him in the meanwhile,
with a shattered nerves he decided to give up his $100,000 to The
Charity Community Chest. Strange enough, he recovered from the illness
rapidly.
Everything seemed to be over, but a short period after his discharged,
his wife striked 4-D again, the stake amount is also $100,000! This is
because, one day, his wife went market and bought some vegetable, she
saw the wrapper was the used newspaper which reported the young lady's
murder case. Strangely, there was four numbers on it, and his wife
bet on and striked. After a fierce argument between them, Ah Tan failed
to convince his wife to donate the money. A deep worry began to burden
Ah Tan when his wife started puzzle head and like to put on red T-shirt
and black skirt. She seemed to go mad and the temper got hotter and hotter.
One morning, she suddenly told Ah Tan that the life is meaningless'.
This time Ah Tan was decisive, he gave up all the money immediately. He
brought his wife to the temple and asked the monks to release the young lady's
souls from purgatory.
After this incident, he stop buying 4-D or involves in all kinds of gambling.
Not long ago, he'd also gave up his taxi-license.

## Post 13 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:22:30

Meeting An Internet Friend
My Story: Going internet MIRC is my best hobby. I always talk to good guys but this
time......................
As usual I went to MIRC today at 5pm. One guy who talked to me offered to meet me
in East Coast Park and I accepted, he promised to be there on saturday 8pm, he will
be taking a sign writing his username and the phrase MIRC. I met him and we talked
happily and we were having a picnic. Suddenly I found out that in his mouth, one
of his tooth has a hole and as he eats, he don't seem to be feelng any pain at all!!!
Next I found that his fingers don't have finger nails!!! We agreed to go to the same
place again at the same time on Sunday and I promised I will be there.At about 11pm,
we went home.
The next day which is Sunday,I forgotten all of the meet and I continued my MIRC
day. At about 11pm, I heard my doorbell ring, "who could be here at this hour" I
thought. As I peeped through the peep-hole, I saw my internet friend, how the heck
does he know my address? Then I remembered the tooth, the finger nails and the meeting
we have. I was extremely scared!!! I took a Crucifix as I opened the door , I saw
the internet friend as a different person now, his tooth is bleeding profusely as
well as his fingers! He suddenly said "I had waited there for a very long time!!!"
I immediately swung my Crucific and he immediately disappeared.
I went to the church the nex day and talked to the Father, he promised to come to
my house with me to say some prayers, and he did! From then on, I do not play MIRC
anymore.

## Post 14 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Thursday, 14-Oct-2004 22:36:01

My Story: I use to work a five star hotel. I was a Sales Administrator there. While
I was working there, i usually work late. I always finish my work around 12 midnite.
As I am so use of working late, I always think the nite will be the same as yesterday
and so on.
Dat nite, as usual, I was working late again. I remember I was typing a contract
dat my manager need tomorrow morning. While I was busy typing, I can feel someone is
behind me. Weird!!!!! I was all alone in the office hmmmmm. I turn around and I saw
no one. My heart was beating very fast but I told myself "Alia, U have to be brave.
U need to finish dis blasted contract. U got alot of work." So i continue with my
work. Suddenly, I could smell something flowerish. Then both of my managers's computer
suddenly switch on by itself. Again I talk to myself "Aik, computer on sendiri, kelakar
kelakar." (Aik, computer on by itself, funny funny.)
Guess wat happened next, I heard someone calling my name from a far. By dat time,
I was really scare but no matter what, i need to finish the contract. Suddenly, my
computer switch off by itself and the whole office black out. I scream and i started
to cry. Dat someone still calling my name. I cannot take dis anymore. I pack my things
and the contracts (so i can bring back home). I called my ex boyfren telling him
pls talk to me until i reach home. By dat point, i was running towards the lift.
While i was waiting for the lift, i saw a figure so i recite some prayer words.
After dat incident, u will think i will not dare to work late rite but i still work
late and dat incident will happen again until i say enough is enough. So from the
nite i say enough is enough, i started to bring back work home. But still very weird,
everytime i leave my desk, i will organise my work for tomorrow and i always keep my
desk neat. When i reach work early in the morning, my desk was in the mess.
I keep on asking myself, "Is dat a ghost who been disturbing me." Maybe it is but
i am so happy dat i decide to quit my job although it is not easy to find a job now."

## Post 15 by Cill Bot (Zone BBS Addict) on Sunday, 17-Oct-2004 7:49:31

This story which I'm writing now is not a ghost story. It's about a dead body found in one of the hotels in Genting Highland in Malaysia.
Two Years ago on the second day of chinese new year, there is this lady who was 22 at that time, she went to Genting Highland in Malaysia with three other friends of hers. They checked in to one of the cheapest hotel there. At first when they went in to the room, they didn't find anything strange inside til later on when they wanted to pull down the bed to the floor so that the four of them could sleep together, one of them noticed a dead body underneath the bed cover. They all were frighten and took all their belongings and ran down to the reception and complaint to the staff about it and told them that they wanted the the management to refund them the money. So after some time of discussion, the staff gave them back the money. But til today, the hotel still cover up that incident. And according to some people, they said that there were several suicide cases in that same hotel.