Submitted by: Leann
Date submitted: April, 2003.
Submitted by: Gina R. P
Date Submitted: May, 2003.
Submitted by: Geoffrey aka "Badger"
With permission to reprint Oct. 2003.
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| Untitled Submitted by: Leann Date submitted: April, 2003. |
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| My name is Leann and I lived in a 2 story house and it was fine until one day I heard a little girl upstairs. So I had my daughter go upstairs to see what she was doing and she came downstairs really fast and ran outside. I asked her who she was talking to and and she said a girl and no one was up there at all. I did not think anything of it until one day it did not feel right to me at all. What I am telling you is that I was sitting at the table and my daughter was there feeling like someone had their hands around her throat and was choking her and we could never figure out what had happened so we did nothing. Then one day my daughter was lying on the floor and she tried to get up but it was like someone was trying to hold her down and that did not seem right at all. I got a dog at that point and we had a small basement and I took the dog down there and someone was pulling him back as I was pulling him up the stairs, it was odd. We had a friend come over one day and I was telling him about it and he said he remembered that the place we lived in was in the paper and he told us someone had died at that house. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The Knocking Submitted by: Gina R. P Date Submitted: May, 2003. |
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| This is a story I always liked hearing my parents talk about. My Mother was pregnant with me and it was about the year 1966. They lived in this house on old Route 66 in Oklahoma. At the time my uncle was living with my folks, and every night usually around the same time there was this knocking sound that started from my uncles bedroom closet. There were times he could actually feel whatever it was walking over his feet, and then it would move on to another room. And then there were times where it would start from his closet and it would go straight out his bedroom window. The weird thing was when it knocked on the window it was like the sound of someone knocking on a window, and then when it would walk across the floor you could tell the difference in the floor than the sound of the window, so they knew it was definitely something. There were some that thought my folks had totally lost their minds. so they decided one night that they were going to stay over to see if they could hear it for themselves. For some strange reason the knocking sound did not start at the usual time it usually did and people were getting tired so they decided to start packing up to go on home. About the time they were leaving the knocking sound started. My Dad said there was this one guy that got down and followed it when it started and knew it was definitely something but he wasn't going to stick around to see what it was. He said he was going home. My folks got so used to it that at times it didn't bother them. but it got to where it would do it in the day while my Mother was home by herself. One night it started so my Dad being the Christian man decided he wanted to ask it a question. He waited until the knocking sound started and he said for the love of the Lord "What do you want?". My Father said when he said this it was like the knocking sound stopped right in it's tracks and made a scooting sound like it turned around and looked at him. Needless to say my Father did not ask it anything else. A few months later my folks moved away from the place and not long after they moved the place burnt to the ground. They found out later that there had been a bar there at one time and a man with a peg leg had been killed and thrown in the well behind the house. There had been people who lived on the property since my folks that have had the same strange things happen to them too. I hope you find this as interesting as I did. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| A Surprise Encounter Submitted by: Geoffrey aka "Badger" With permission to reprint Oct. 2003. |
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| At lunch I spoke with some of the crew techs that, considering the age and dark splendour of the place, I'd be surprised if it weren't haunted. They assured me it was haunted: one of the cast was the theatre historian (an office of which was right in the theatre). They told me how she'd related to them how people have experienced cold spots and such. They showed me the creepy "day care area" containing a spooky/creepy wall mural worthy of the atomospheric ghost-movie, The Innocents. Some time after lunch and back on the set, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I knew I wasn't going to be used on camera for some time, so I went to scoot down to the bottom halls where they'd had hair and make-up. However, just to the side I spotted a large archway, the area inside was well lit. To my accurate presumption it was the public restroom the audience would use during the show's intervals. Entering the archway was a wide common area, to the left wasa shoe shine stand. In front of me now was two archways into the main use area. Beyond the two arches the two areas were interlinked: stand-up urinals to the left area (beyond the left arch) and on the other side of the wall (beyond the right arch). There were no doors. There were only about seven (sit down) stalls, all of which were empty, the doors to all of them which were open. Unlike most of the theatre, the floor here was a small mosaic tiles, causing well echoed clicks as one walked. I chose the middle stall, closed the door and latched it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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