[AROWHED]

I don't talk about it much because most people don't understand, but I have this old farmhouse and an old barn as my shop. For over 3 years now that shop has been haunted by the rotting, vile carcass of something that once used to be good...a 65 GP. What a horrific sight: It was mercilessly stripped of it's trim and paint, huge sections of corroded metal were painfully hacked off, it's innards pulled out and stacked away in the basement, and worst of all: the engine and trans taken away, to bring another 65 Pontiac Frankenstein abomination back from the dead. As a final insult, lately it simply has just been forgotten, set aside...used only as a storage rack for all sorts of other ghastly experiments with home building materials and lawn tractors. But with October approaching, the season of evil comes alive once again...

[PMDRACER]

I don’t believe in ghosts one bit, but my wife sure does. This is the only story that makes me question my opinion though.

About four months after my son was born, we went to Las Vegas where my parents lived so they could see him for the first time. Upon first sight, my son and my mom made one of those instant connections. The entire four days, the second my mom walked into the room, Jonathan would want her to come pay attention to him or something. Kind of hard to explain. Unfortunately it ended up being the only time they would spend together because a few months later my mom passed away from a sudden heart attack. We left my son with her parents while we rushed out to Vegas that night to be with my dad, etc.

Fast forward about two years and the three of us are going through some photos we found buried in a box and came across a picture of my mom, all by herself in the picture. Instantly my son exclaims “There’s Grandma! Daddy’s mommy!” Betty and I both stared at each other in disbelief. I asked him how he knew that and he just stared at the picture without an answer. I started to ask again and my wife stopped me. She just wanted to leave it alone.

Draw your own conclusions…

[Old Blue 66]

My first house was 35 years old. The family that lived there previously lost their son to drugs and he died in the house. The kid must have had a real temper because every door in the house had dents in it from a fist pounding on the door.

When I cracked open the drywall to replace it in the spare bedroom I found beer cans and other junk in the wall. Paneling was up there which is what I tore down and revealed the holes in the wall. Must have been his bedroom.

Fast forward three years. My daughter was born. That bedroom was empty the entire time we lived there until this point. Things started to get weird when she came home. Like the sound of a ball bearing dropping on the table and rolling every night at the same time which we could hear on her baby monitor. No explanation.

My ex wife would snore and I would find myself sleeping on the sofa from time to time. Every once in a while, a very strong presence in the room would wake me up. Flet like someone was standing there right beside me.

There is more but the real killer here is when we put the house on the market. This was back in 2003. Right away things started going bad. A pipe to the slop sink in the basement blew and flooded the room. Had to rip up the carpet. The roof started to leak. Got that fixed. Garage door opener broke and so on. It was one thing after another. Completely felt like the house was being sabotaged after it was listed.

No explanations and too much of a coincidence. Ghostly experience?? You be the judge.

[LandBarge]

Originally Posted by PMDRACER

I don’t believe in ghosts one bit, but my wife sure does. This is the only story that makes me question my opinion though.

About four months after my son was born, we went to Las Vegas where my parents lived so they could see him for the first time. Upon first sight, my son and my mom made one of those instant connections. The entire four days, the second my mom walked into the room, Jonathan would want her to come pay attention to him or something. Kind of hard to explain. Unfortunately it ended up being the only time they would spend together because a few months later my mom passed away from a sudden heart attack. We left my son with her parents while we rushed out to Vegas that night to be with my dad, etc.

Fast forward about two years and the three of us are going through some photos we found buried in a box and came across a picture of my mom, all by herself in the picture. Instantly my son exclaims “There’s Grandma! Daddy’s mommy!” Betty and I both stared at each other in disbelief. I asked him how he knew that and he just stared at the picture without an answer. I started to ask again and my wife stopped me. She just wanted to leave it alone.

[FONT=Times New Roman]Draw your own conclusions…[/FONT

I have had a similar experience. My son has never met my mother she died 4 years before he was born. One day when he was about 4 we were hanging pictures in his room of all his family. My wife and I , his aunts and uncles and his grandparents. When we hung the picture of my parents my son looked at it and said I know that lady standing with Grandpap , shes the lady who looks in my window at night. His room is on the third floor with no access without a ladder .

Also there are stories about my home in the neighborhood that arent real good. Supposedly in the past my house has been home to drug dealers , pedophiles , and a rapist........ wish I would have known all this BEFORE I signed the mortgage. The grown daughter of one of my neighbors wont even associate with my family just because we live in the house that holds so many bad memories for her. (I think she may have been one of the rapists victims).

One night in this "palace of horrors" I call home I had a police scanner on. At the time I was driving a wrecker and the scanner kind of gave you a heads up on what you were getting called for. Anyway I wake up and the scanner sounds real soft . I go to turn the volume up and the scanner isnt in its usual place. I start looking for it and I cant find it .... but I can hear it . I find it in my bedroom closet on the top shelf under a pile of blankets. Im the only one in the house that can reach that top shelf and I know for a fact I didnt put that scanner up there. I have no idea how it got up there and Ive never come up with anything to explain it away.


These statement are not halloween stories .... I have truly , honestly lived every one of them.






Dan

[Old Blue 66]

Originally Posted by AROWHED

I don't talk about it much because most people don't understand, but I have this old farmhouse and an old barn as my shop. For over 3 years now that shop has been haunted by the rotting, vile carcass of something that once used to be good...a 65 GP. What a horrific sight: It was mercilessly stripped of it's trim and paint, huge sections of corroded metal were painfully hacked off, it's innards pulled out and stacked away in the basement, and worst of all: the engine and trans taken away, to bring another 65 Pontiac Frankenstein abomination back from the dead. As a final insult, lately it simply has just been forgotten, set aside...used only as a storage rack for all sorts of other ghastly experiments with home building materials and lawn tractors. But with October approaching, the season of evil comes alive once again...

Now that is a great story.