Griff Hardstone
Capricornus Industries
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Posted - 2012.01.21 13:25:00 -
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I've seen and heard a lot of things I or the people with me can't explain. I think, this is my personal opinion, That if your looking to find paranormal experiences, you won't find them. Somewhat like when you go to the movie, if the marquee says comedy, you expect to laugh. Horror, you expect to get the hell scared out of you. How many people have been taken by the photo or "real ghost caught on film" and the Linda Blair exorcist screaming head popped up?
BLACK-STAR wrote: As for ghosts.. no one has the balls to admit anything and face ridicule.
I have no problem telling my stories, none of them are bullshit or trolling. I feel this way about the stories, you can believe me or not, I won't lose sleep either way.
Some of my stories are short one liners that if a person wasn't paying attention they would never notice. One example is I was house sitting for a friend and I was laying on the couch reading a book when I heard a sneeze in the bathroom down the hall. I said bless you and I heard a woman say: Thanks. A minute later it dawned on me that my friend had left about a hour ago and I was the only one in the house. I checked the house and no one was there. I called my friend and told him about it and he said oh, I see you met Sneezy.
I live in the Southeast part of Tennessee. This area has it's fair share of battlefields, Cherokee Trail of Tears, people being hanged for having the wrong paint job. Because of that it seems like there is more stories of "things". Doors being opened while being locked, shadows out of the corner of your eye and when you look there is nothing there but your mind is telling you a little girl was there.
One time my Mom and Dad let a couple of my friends sleep over so we could watch a horror show that used to come on during the 60's and 70's called: Shock Theater. The show for that night was Creature from the Black Lagoon. We used to laugh at the movies kinda like Mystery Science theater 3k. As we were laying down one of the guys said you really want to be scared? and begin to tell us of tuning a AM radio to static and ask it questions, "something" would answer you. We laughed nervously, Right, Man..you almost had me, your pulling my leg, was our responses. He talked us into trying it out and at first we were joking and asking pre-pub questions and suddenly one of the boys got pale and said: did you hear that? it sounded like it said my name. We asked the radio if it said his name and through the static a distinctive Yes was heard.
I don't remember who yelled first in terror but my Dad came running into the bedroom and wanted to know what was going on. All of us begin talking at once stumbling over each others conversation where it was a jumble of scared jabber. When my Dad finally got us to calm down and tell him what happened, His eyes got real big and he turned pale and threw the radio out the window, called the parents and said pick them up now and I wasn't allowed to have another sleepover. My Dad told me later of people he used to know that played with Ouija boards and EVP and "things" happened to them.
I went to a party one night and everyone was feeling good and the music was bumping when someone went to their car and brought back a Ouija board and I didn't notice it until I saw people sitting in a circle laughing and drinking when I walked up and saw it I went for the door as fast as my feet could take me. As I was walking out I heard a guy ask: Who of us is going to die first. I looked back and saw it was Jeff, a close friend who asked the question. I closed the door and walked home. Five days later I was at Jeff's funeral and the people who were there told me what happened after I left. After Jeff asked the question one of the people goosed (tickled) a girl and she jumped and yelled and everyone laughed. They couldn't find the pointer, or whatever it's called until someone looked under Jeff's seat, it was pointing straight up. Three days later he was thrown from a pickup and it rolled over him.
I don't look into mirrors at night anymore, It's better to not know what's looking back at you. I listen to neighbors who tell me that house is haunted, you don't want to rent it after living in a house for 7 weeks and moving out breaking a 6 month lease and losing a $500 dollar deposit. I do research on a house before moving into it, I can handle crime, I can handle a train crossing 200 yards from my house and the engineer starts blowing the horn, I can't handle after getting the keys from my landlord: Oh, by the way, you can't have any pets there. When I ask why not, it's not in the lease is it? No said the Landlord, they just don't live more then a month..K ? Bye! In three months I lost three pets, all of them with their necks broken at the bottom of the basement stairs.
Now I hear you saying, hey dumbass, close the door! The door had 3 bolt locks (for a inside door, with no exit to the outside) that you had to use the key to open the lock, it didn't have a knob on either side. The first pet it took me almost 4 hours to find. I was whistling and calling his name outside and my neighbor asked if I had checked the basement, that's where they are most the time. I unlocked the door and there he was at the bottom of the stairs, dead. my neighbor and I looked to see if there was anyway the pet could have got in, there wasn't. I got another pet and just over 3 weeks it disappeared, first place I looked was the basement and there it was, with a broken neck. The third pet I kinda, ok no, no I don't feel bad. my sister had an annoying ****-zu aka walking dust mop, she asked if I could watch it for a week or two while on vacation even though she heard the previous pet's demises. Sure I can watch it and this time I put up a video camera with a 12 hour tape in it. I went to bed, woke up the next morning, no dog, opened the door, there it was at the bottom of the stairs, dead. I watched the footage and never heard or saw a thing. |