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How often have you driven down a dusty road or busy highway and noticed those lonely white crosses? Or seen the floral wreath with it's ribbon swinging in the evening air? What of those unfortunates who perish on our roadways? Drive on...
Coverall man...
Submitted by: "J. S."
Hailing from: Houston, TX
Where it happened: Clear Lake area of Houston
Posted on: 6/7/03
This story happened to my mom a few weeks ago.
(During
the month of May 2003.)
One
night at about 1:35 a.m. my mom was on her way home. She took Red
Bluff to go home. If anyone lives here in Clear Lake Houston, then you
know this road is extremely dark at night.
Mom
pulled up to the intersection of Red Bluff and Bay Area. (which
went right or left). The light turns green, she proceeds. A few seconds
later, she notices someone or something. I might add that my mom was on
the far right lane, and the sidewalk is next to the right lane. So you would
imagine she was pretty close. As she gets closer she sees someone
with blue on.
"I
couldn't really tell what he had on. I want to say he was
wearing blue coveralls. He was tall, and had a medium build. I could not
stop staring at him. He was swinging his arms. When
I got up closer to him
his face was
completely white! I
then slowed down to see what was going on,
it happened so fast. I wanted to know what I just saw."
So my
mom hit the brakes, and the brake lights are pretty bright on her car, she looks
back and sees no one in sight. At 1:37 in the morning who would be out jogging
or speed walking? Especially on that road? It is very very creepy at night.
I might add that adjacent to the sighting my mom spotted him at, in that
intersection there is a white cross on the grass, where someone had been
killed in a traffic accident. I wonder if this could have been him that my
mom saw???
I do
believe in ghosts. I have a fascination with them. In fact I was kind of
mad cause she saw the ghost and not me. Maybe next time.
How
spooky! Once again we notice the absence of a face... coincidence? I
think not... We've asked the author to send a photo of the very
intersection, if "J.S." sends it in we will post it! Until then
buckle up...! ! !
Have you ever stopped to consider what becomes of the implements of war? Where do old weapons go after the sounds of battle have faded? This next story is sure to entertain and give pause for thought...
The Haunted Howitzer ...
This isn't "the haunted howitzer" I just thought it was a nice touch... Marilyn
Submitted by: "Jim"
Hailing from: Augusta, GA
Where it happened: Ft. Knox
Posted on: 6/7/03
While
stationed at Ft Knox Kentucky as a young Lieutenant in
1986 I was told an interesting story by a Staff Sergeant about the
howitzer he was assigned to.
A howitzer is a large gun or cannon. His gun had the serial number 75 which meant it was a very old gun. It had seen action during the Vietnam War. Two separate crews had been killed by small arms fire while manning this gun.
This piece of history sets the tale of the haunted howitzer of Alpha Battery.
While any howitzer is sitting in the motor pool all the hatches are locked with large padlocks and the gun tube is locked into a travel lock. A travel lock is a metal brace that keeps the tube from bouncing around while the driving down the road.
This particular gun would be repeatedly found at night with the turret traversing, or turning, by itself with the doors padlocked from the outside. The travel lock had been unpinned and opened. Keep in mind these vehicles are kept behind a large fence with regular patrols. There is no way to get into an armored vehicle except through the hatches.
The haunted howitzer was melted down for scrap in 1989 and I hope the restless spirits within have found peace.
I always love a good military ghost story! Keep them coming Dear Readers! I can only imagine the poor sentry's hair standing on end seeing the turret searching for a target late at night!
There is extensive lore among many different peoples which cautions the person visited by "a ghost" that if the visitor refuses to show it's face, or has no face at all it is NOT a human soul, but "something" else. (many would say that something is evil). Keeping that in mind dear readers, turn on the light and read this next story...
Don't Cry...
Submitted by: Sean
Hailing from: Dublin, Ireland
Where it happened: Dublin, Ireland
Posted on: 5/13/03
This
happened to my mother, who I trust with my heart and who
would never lie to me or anybody else, read on and see what you think.
My mother grew up in a big house built by the English in the late
nineteenth century, as a guest house or something, as it is in a nice
scenic area and the town was popular with British people when they where here. To
this day a lot of English names are still to be heard in my
town (which I can't name because my mother is still quite uncomfortable
about the whole incident and doesn't want people connecting us or the
house to ghosts)
Anyway, in the mid-sixties, my mother was about seventeen and her slightly older
sister was sick with a condition that caused her to be bedridden most of the time. It
was late spring and it being Ireland was seasonably cold.
My aunt
had been pretty bad that day and they had all gone to bed quite worried
about her. My mother says the last thing she had done that night was talk
to my aunt for a while about school and stuff as a way of saying goodnight. My
mother then retired to her bed, no central heating in those days, under the
blankets and sheets etc.
(She gets very freaked out at this point in telling the story)
Mother
says that at some point in the early hours of the morning she was
awoke by something or other, and sat up to find a female figure sitting on
her bed sobbing into her hands, wearing a long white nightgown.
Now I
know what your thinking about the nightgown, but mam says that all girls in that
house wore the same thing in bed in those days-a long white nightdress
She thought it was her sister (the sick one) and began asking what was
wrong, and why she was out of bed. The
figure would not answer however.
After
about five minutes of being the patient and understandable sister my
mother began to get a little agitated and got up to touch who she thought
was my Aunt, maybe to shake her or see if she was sleepwalking or something, but
as she got up she got the sudden realization that she had
been looking at nothing at all.
The
weight that she felt on the end of her bed, the woman crying, everything had not
been there, as if it been a lucid dream that she had woken from. So a little
curious and a little freaked out she went back to sleep.
Now years later, when all the new generation was born ( myself included) we were
all at a family do that had reached its winding down part, and my mam was asked
if she had any ghost stories. Mother said no, and gave her theory that ghosts or
apparitions were merely lucid dreams, or exercises of the mind and gave the
story above as an example.
To her amazement, all
her nine brothers and sisters had the exact same
story to tell, from
the time they lived in that house including my sick
aunt ( whose not sick anymore I'm glad to say). Some of them had told each other, and
some had kept it to themselves, but had all put it down to a figment of the imagination. It
was only when they all realized they all had the exact same story to tell that
that they knew something was up.
Even now my mother gets freaked out telling this story.
Oh
yeah! That one gave me chills Sean! What a great story! By any
chance did your mother know anything of the history of the house? Any
spirit who won't show it's face is creepy enough for me! Perhaps she
didn't have one!
When out shopping in the flea markets or antique stores have you ever wondered where that cute little chair was before it got to you?
If you knew the past travels of an object, would you still want it?
Just Lay it on the Table
Submitted by: Marilyn
Hailing from: So. Cal
Where it happened: Carson City NV
Posted on: 4/22/03
The following incidents occurred while I was still living at home growing up.
One day my mother purchased a table from an antique store. While not a collector of antiques per se, she did enjoy occasionally picking up small items and re-finished them or used them as is to decorate the house.
The table she purchased was short, made of wood, the top of it I recall was slightly warped and to the best of my memory it had 3 legs with a small shelf at the bottom. Just a table...
Shortly after the purchase of the table I became aware that I never felt "comfortable" around it. For some reason it just made my mildly uneasy. Not terrified, not horrified, not even scared. Just unsettled.
Anyhow, mother did put the table to use in a metaphysical manner. Which in my opinion anyway, may have been a contributing factor. As time went on, small disturbances began which taken individually don't disturb one too much, but taken together they do.
I recall small things at first. Coming home from school and finding objects sitting either on my bed or in the middle of the floor. At first I would write it off as having been moved by another family member, but how can you explain it when you were the last to leave the house and the first to return?
Slowly but surely for whatever reason I began to equate the items moving about with the table.. It could have been merely a coincidence, but I recall being quite convinced "something" or "someone" had arrived along with that table!
In short order things began to escalate. Soon items would go missing only to appear in obvious places. One incident in particular stands out in my memory.
I had a necklace that I was positive had been on my desk. It went missing. For whatever reason I had to find it. So I tore my room apart looking for it. I still could not find it. I enlisted the help of my mother. We BOTH looked everywhere we could think of, in my room, the bathroom, the laundry, etc. We could not find it anywhere. Finally we just gave up. I walked back into my bedroom and there it was laying in the middle of the bedroom floor all by itself. I made a 360 and went and got mom!
Another time I was getting ready to go out with friends and had my make-up laying on the bathroom counter. It was either a lipstick or mascara tube ( I no longer can remember which one) that was sitting there one minute, gone the next. No sound of it hitting the floor, I hadn't knocked anything over.. and I hadn't moved. So the search began. I looked on the entire floor, under the lip of the cabinet, under the sink (why I thought it could get inside the cabinet I have no idea), in the bathtub, the toilet, in the hallway outside the bathroom, in my pockets, in my shirt, I even pulled the plug thing up in the sink drain.. That puppy was gone!
I walked into my room thinking maybe I "thought" I had it when I really didn't. (Anyone who has been through this type of thing knows how you really start doubting your memory). No, it wasn't left in the make-up bag.. weird...
So I walked back into the bathroom and the tube rolls out from under the cabinet (where mind you I had just looked) and directly under my foot as I stepped down... All I remember thinking was "what the ...." ! ! !
About a month or so later the most frightening of the experiences occurred late at night in my room. I was sitting on my bed watching TV. When out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. I turned my head... nothing... Went back to watching TV. Then I saw something again... I turned my head... still nothing... but then while I was looking DIRECTLY at it, a string of rosary beads that were hanging off of the lamp shade on my desk lamp lifted out to a 90 degree angle, then fell back down. This of course completely freaked me out...
After that the incidents continued to be along the same pattern, items moving, items falling off of shelves and desks for no reason, items going missing then showing back up.
Over time I eventually lost my fear of the table. Maybe it had nothing to do with it, maybe I just got used to it. Maybe it lost interest in messing with me... maybe...
Maybe not the scariest story of all time, but for some reason I just "knew" the arrival of whatever caused the little disturbances was related to the arrival of that table. What is really weird about the whole thing is that even now that I am all "grown up" that kind of stuff still occasionally happens! And I now live hundreds of miles from that darn table!
Attic Attack!
Submitted by: Natalie Ruiz
Hailing from: Wala Wala WA
Where it happened: In My Attic
Posted on: 5/3/03
I've lived in my house for about seven years. I've always heard things coming from my creepy attic, but I never was brave enough to go and see what was making that noise. Until one night...
My friend slept the night at my house, I told her all about the things I would hear in the attic. Later, I was sound asleep, my friend was still awake. She woke me up and was pulling my arm saying there was something there. I saw something run out of my room and slam the door. My friend wanted to see what it was.
We grabbed some flashlights and opened my door. Then again we saw something running! It seemed to have entered the attic, so we ran into the attic after it. We had to keep our heads down, because the attic was really old and had nails hanging down from the ceiling.
As we went deeper into the old attic we saw the door was shutting. I ran and tried opening it, but something wouldn't let me open it. I felt a cold blow. I jumped back as I heard my friend scream. I looked back but I couldn't see anything because there was a lot of dust coming down and we ran out the attic. The funny thing is that then the door just opened!
I don't know if whatever we saw was trying to help us or trying to hurt us.
When we
got out of there we went downstairs with my parents. They didn't
believe us, but we slept downstairs anyway. Before we went to sleep my friend
told me what she had seen. It was a women weeping, she was standing beside her.
What she saw at the door where I was, was a man who was trying to shut the door.
We never went back in the attic ever since. but I still hear things and my
friend has had dreams of the woman and the man.
I don't
know if they were trying to help us or not you decide. Either way, I'll
NEVER go into my attic ever again.......
Thanks for your story! Have you looked into the history of your home at all? It would be interesting to know who or what has lived or is living there in your attic...
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