I tell you no lies, I tell you no jokes, I tell you only the truth on this page. All things posted here by me are 100% real. I am posting it up becuase other poeple tend to take pleasure in my supernatural plight. Feel free to ask any questions about all things posted here. Also, I do post other people's stories as they send them in to me. I have no way of validating any stories other than the ones posted by me.
This is a very old story indeed. As best I can remember, was 9 years old, I lived in Irving Texas in a moderately sized house, my Mom was happily married to my former stepdad, and was well. My stepdads first son was about 35. He marred a latino woman and had two mixed children. I didn't care because this was long before I was a racist. I remember that my stepdad's son's family came to visit us for some holiday or something. I had two nephew-in-laws. I think thier names were Ricki and Joshua. Ricki was older than me, and Joshua was one year younger. I must have been a very odd uncle of sorts. Anyway, one wall of my room was decorated with a lot of glow in the dark stickers. They were mostly stars, planets, and just about anything spacely that would glow in the dark. I wanted to show Joshua my glow in the dark stickers. I know, I was a Kool Kid, but hey I was 9 years old. I got him to come in my room and take a seat on the floor. I pointed to wall with all the stickers on it. He did not seem to be to exited at all. Anyway, I turned off the lights and was quiet while he looked. When I turned the lights on, I found him looking in the ass opposite direction as my glow in the dark wall of coolness. "That little bastard", I thought to myself. I asked him if he saw my wall. He said, "no." I asked him what he was looking at and he said there was some really cool glow in the dark stuff by my closet. I looked by my closet in total beffutlement. After a quick scan I saw a glow in the dark Ninja Turtle toy. I think it was one of the bad guys, a glow in the dark evil snapping turtle I think. Anyway, I told him I'm not sure what glows over there but I would turn the lights out and see. I turned the lights out. I really wish I would have left them on. There was absolutely nothing by the closet. That glow in the dark toy had either long ago lost its glow or was dimmed by and even brighter light. The closet was big. It was a double door closet built for storing lots of clothes. There was light coming from inside the right (farthest from us) door of closet. I know you are saying: "Well durr Driftor, they closet light was on." But that closet was a very small closet, a closet with no lights in it. The ligh was very bright with light. It was well contained though. At first it only encompassed the bottom right corner of the crack between the door and the room. The it slid around to the bottom, up the left side, and back down the bottom again. This all happened very quickly, it couldn't have been more than five seconds. Fear had frozen my hand on the light switch. I moved. I moved the light switch to the ON position. The lights in the room drowned out the lights in the closet. All I could do was look over at Joshua. He had a look of total bewilderment on his face. I suppose that I looked no better. I remember looking at him and breathing real hard for about two seconds. Then we simultaneously screamed, jumped up, ran out the door, and started screaming at our parents to take us out of the house. I think he started crying, I might have too. You got to remember, I was only 9 and he was 8. Anyway, our outburst concerned the hell out of our mothers; while his father and my stepdad didn't seem to care at all. We frantically related the tale. After about thirty minutes of talking Joshua and I finally calmed down. They went back to the room to check it out. They came back and said everything was fine. It took almost another hour for them to get us to go back to the room. When we did go back to the room, the whole family was there. They opened the closet only to find that there was not light socket in it, no electrical outlet, nothing glow in the dark, no signs of fire damage, and really not much of anything. All that was found was a few old hangers on the cloths rack and an empty cardboard box. As best I can remember, I spen the next week sleeping in my parents room, and avoiding my room as much as possible. I really don't know what was in that closet that caused such light. Was it an Angel? I hope so. Was it a demon? I hope not. Was it a lone ghost? I wish a knew. Was it a doorway to another realm? If it was then I am glad niether of us opened the door. Eighter way, it was a long time ago. That has never happened again. As an older teen now, I wonder how I dealt with such things when I was a kid.
This is a truly odd story indeed. I remember it was a about 9:30pm some time in March (when UC was very popular). Me and Master were playing Molten and I was winning 7 to 5 in a 15 point survival game. I was in bed, all the lights were off, and the room was very dark except of course for the TV. To the left of and slightly behind my TV is a large desk that has lots of odd rocks, and other collectable items on it. Sadly they are now coverd in about ten kilograms of paperwork that has collected over the years but back then it was pretty clean. Right in the middle of our game I heard a crashing sound. This was a very loud, long, series of crashes and shattering noises. It came from my desk where I kept all of the forementioned items. I told Master to wait and not kill me because I thought somehow all of my stuff had fallen broken. The best I could figure something had fallen over and caused a chain reaction. I was expecting the worst. I meandered on over the light switch and turned it on. Upon viewing the desk I discoverd that not one item had been broken. Nothing had fallen over or was even slightly out of place. When I say nothing I mean nothing that was there before. However there were new items on my desk. Oddly enough the whole desk was littered with game cases from my SNES and I think an N64 game package. These are things that I thought I had thrown out years ago. And I do mean years ago becuase SNES and N64 are some very old things. Anyway it was the damndest thing I had seen in a long time, I cleaned up the game cases and put them in the trash except for Ghostbusters II for SNES. I put that one under a leg of my DVD/game rack to keep it from wobbling. I don't know what happened or why? I really wish I did. All I know is that it was wierd as hell and happened right under my nose. Also that bastard Master started killing me after about 2 minutes of waiting and caused me to lose the game.
I once lived on a farm out in Texas. This was no ordingary farm. It had been previously owned by two occultists who had built it to meet very specific demands. The land rich: There were two gardens, a field for growing crops, a vinyard, 3 stocked lakes, a nearby creek, and a barn. It was a two story house, nothing odd about it. There was a bomb shelter approximnate fifty meters to left of the house. When I say bomb shelter, I mean a for real bomb shelter. This underground stucture had two doors, air filters, running water, electricity, gas, and bedded eight. Also, there was an enormous kitchen separate from the house. It looked like it was used to cook meals for a large number of people. The kitchen had a storage room two. But the weird thing about the kitchen was that it had bunk beds buiilt into the attic that bedded twenty. Anyway, the people that sold it had moved to Washington (the state) and used the ardhitectural plans to build the exact same thing where they moved to. Back to the ghost story. Me and my brother had opposing bedrooms upstairs. My Mom and stepdad slept in the downstairs bedroom below my brothers room. My brother must have been about 5 or 6 at the time. My Mom and stepdad started complaining about my little brother getting up at night, moving things around, and mkaing a whole bunch of noise. I told them that I've never heard him get up at night. They continued to complain about the noise. One night my little brother got scared or something and he slept with them in thier bed. The next morning, my Mom asked me if I had been up all night becuase they all heard a bunch of racket coming from that room. I told them I hadn't, which was the truth. After a few similar incidents they came to believe taht there was a ghost making all that noise up there. I was not inclined to this notion but was aware that it was a possibility after living in the hell-hole in Kentucky. One night, for some reason, I really can't remember why, the entire family ended up spending the night in the downstairs bedroom. We were all talking about somethng or another when we all started hearing footsteps. It sounded as if somebody was walking around upstairs. The ghastly noises scared the hell out of me. The footsteps lasted for about thirty minutes and ended with what sounded like a door closing. The noises continued. The odd thing was is that I could stay up all night listening in my room, but the only room you could hear the noises in was the downstairs bedroom. Eventually, I remember that we got some Catholic relatives to go upstairs into that room and do some kind of ceromny. I think it was blessing the house or something. I can't remember much about it becuase as soon as I got up there to see what was going on they made me go back downstairs. I do remember seeing them all praying; a statue of The Virgin Mary sitting out a desk or something, and oil being smeared on the walls. I don't thing this ritual was a success becuase the noises continued. Less frequent perhaps, but still occurring. My little brother still lives in that house and that room is still his to this very day.