Spookiest story to me is one from someone I trust not to lie. Had a friend a while back who had stories of his mom waking up feeling something holding her wrists down. On another occasion she woke up with scratches down her back. Sounds wild to me. But hey .. stranger things have happened.
I've never seen nor do i believe in ghosts, never been superstitious. Closest thing was in my early 20s when I worked at a residential facility for kids with behavior disorders. The cottages were unsettling enough with all the magnetic locks and "quiet rooms" (isolation rooms) but evidently the main building was once a convent. The building was very old and I was told the convent began it's transition to caring for children by taking in orphans from the Oregon trail. It is supposedly an especially haunted place. The top floor was condemned but we all had keys. I had never gone up there until I switched to working the night shift. Don't know why but one night curiosity got to me so up I went. No lights worked so I grabbed my cellphone and flashed it around only to find a statue of a nun with no head. Don't know why but I got a terrible gut feeling and got the hell out. Could've sworn I saw a face in the top floor window peeping at me on my way to my car later that morning. It was most likely just the sleep deprivation.
On a dark and stormy night, Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly. The DJ was spinnin', upon which I said, "My my". Flash was fast, and Flash was cool;
François c'est pas? Turns out Flash was not a dude! That, however, did not stop us— sure shot!
We went out to the parking lot and we got in our car and drove real far, and we drove all night and then then we saw a light that came right down and it landed on the ground…
Out came a man from Mars!
We tried to run but he had a gun. Next thing I know, he shot me dead and he ate my head! So then I was in the man from Mars, who would go out at night eatin' cars. He eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too. He ate Mercurys and even a Subaru! He wouldn’t stop, he just kept on eatin' cars.
Finally, when there were no more cars, he went out at night and eat up bars. There are the places where the people would meet! They’d be face to face, dance cheek to cheek; One to one, man to man. They’d dance toe to toe, and ask that you don't move too slow. The reason for their elevated speed was that the man from Mars was through with cars, and he was eatin' bars.
Wall to wall; door to door; hall to hall. He ate 'em all!
Such a frightening night, you may say it was like the coming of the Rapture. People would attempt to be pure to protect themselves.
There was a tour through the sewer. The sign at the entrance reading:
“Don't strain your brain, paint a train”
Some people, who did strain their brains, suffered bouts of insanity; they’d be singin' in the rain, some strange song with the lyrics “don't stop to punk rock”
Next, the rest of the party saw what I wanted to be, and as a result they held a party in memory of me on TV.
In an amazing twist of fate, the man from Mars wouldn’t eat up bars where the TV's on. He went back up to space, where he wouldn’t have a hassle with the human race.
To celebrate, the survivors partook in hip-hop, and they didn’t stop.
Epilogue:
A new hero has blasted off to space, believing his journey to be a sure-shot way of defeating the Mars Man once and for all: for the man from Mars has stopped eating cars and bars, but as fate would have it, now he only eats guitars.
A friend of my friend has a lone house on the outskirts of town near a quarry. I was invited over for a barbeque--we were eating outside and he started telling stories about how he sees the ghost of the former owner and his child who died young. Now I don't really believe in ghosts, but when we went into that house after it got dark, it definitely had a creepy haunted house vibe that gave me the willies.
There was horrifying feedback coming from somewhere during quieter parts of songs, and even in-between songs.
What was it? A ghost-musician once stiffed by the venue, a drummer from the unpaid past?
The guitarist/singer kept looking back at me with dirty looks, and looks of outright hatred at my upright...
Finally he said, "Sort it out! Stop with the feedback!"
I knew it wasn't me, I had my HPF on and turned up and there was still feedback when I bypassed my pickup — nothing from my double-bass, but still the very EERY ScaRY feedback.
Guitar-slinger/singer "Shut that F#$%^*& feedback up before I have to come back there!"
However, my instrument was still muted, I had not played the last song at all and still the mysterious horrible alarming feedback had still snuck into the PA!
It wasn't from the Fiddle-Player, for he too had muted his signal at the end and still the terrifying feedback came...
I pointed out to the a**h... ahem, guitar-singer that neither of the two most likely candidates for feedback in our trio were active, both muted and still the fearsome feedback was coming ...
This often occurred in my youth, I would sometimes have to go down into my basement at night, a dark musty place. Us kids were warned to not go down there unsupervised due to the amount of danger that lurked down there. You had to turn off the lights by a pull cord at the bottom of the stairs, but that's when the real danger began. As soon as the cord was pulled you could feel the presence of creatures coming out from their hiding places chasing after you. I was fortunate to always make it up the stairs fast enough to escape them by running up the old stairs as fast as I could. The scariest part of it all was when I'd look behind me at the top after having made it to safety, there wouldn't be a visible monstrosity, but we all knew they were there, or maybe I was just a little scared of the dark.
The time is now the place is here. This place it seems had always been there. A place where one could explore the deepest reaches of sound, a place that one could recreate timeless classics, one of a kind masterpieces, and even some things that maybe shouldn’t be recreated…
This place was occupied by a mad scientist that would lure unsuspecting people in with generous offers of gift codes, nos parts, matched sets of transistors, and mailed swag. Everyone would forget themselves, go crazy.
The ruler of this land would offer numerous discounts on weekends when one should be doing other things but they would then lose themselves in this land of sound. Spending hours in the basement creating and then more hours annoying anyone in earshot with one or two things. Curses because it didn’t work or the sound from their creation.
This isn’t my nightmare but my wife and daughters. To me it’s a dream that hasn’t ended yet
In the words of the mad scientist “now go build something because I said so.”
I've never seen nor do i believe in ghosts, never been superstitious. Closest thing was in my early 20s when I worked at a residential facility for kids with behavior disorders. The cottages were unsettling enough with all the magnetic locks and "quiet rooms" (isolation rooms) but evidently the main building was once a convent. The building was very old and I was told the convent began it's transition to caring for children by taking in orphans from the Oregon trail. It is supposedly an especially haunted place. The top floor was condemned but we all had keys. I had never gone up there until I switched to working the night shift. Don't know why but one night curiosity got to me so up I went. No lights worked so I grabbed my cellphone and flashed it around only to find a statue of a nun with no head. Don't know why but I got a terrible gut feeling a got the hell out. Could've sworn I saw a face in the top floor window peeping at me on my way to my car later that morning. It was most likely just the sleep deprivation.
I had an experience with a similar facility, this one was abandoned but reportedly haunted, there were 6-8 buildings all for varying degrees of mental illness, it had an operating room and a shock therapy lab, it was truly freaky to walk through, supposedly one level was haunted by a 4 year old boy who had been seen many times, I was there because it was finally being demolished, after being abandoned for many years, to quote removing and recovering all the refrigerant containing equipment, so I had to walk all the floors counting water coolers, there was graffiti, drug paraphernalia and remnants from years of vandalism. It was a very creepy place to say the least, but no ghost encounters for me while there.
A company I worked for years ago did a remodel job on a supposedly haunted house, I went by there once with the field supervisor in charge, again no haunts, but many of the companies working on the job including ours had trouble getting employees to go back there after having frightful experiences on that job!
I practically live in the city with more stories of ghostl witches etc. from all over Italy. I could tell hundreds of stories(they have written various books about it including curses, spells and nursery rhymes).
hehehe crazy.
we have a company that produces all kinds of sweets and alcoholic beverages with the name STREGA(witch)
I might become a ghost if my wife sees what I spent on Schalltechnik stuff in the last day or so. Although some of it was in the name of science, kinda. Does my pedal backlog count as "unfinished business"? Asking for a friend.
On a different note, they sure like to trade on the ghost stories in towns around Civil War battlefields I live near. An ex-girlfriend used to do ghost tours in Gettysburg. Never saw any spooky stuff, but it was kind of interesting to hear about battle related events from another angle.
@cwsquared THANKS! Dankeschön for the heads up.
I've been eyeing Musikding, hoping the Pumpernickel might magically be back in stock... well I picked that up and a few other things, ordered an enclosure as well. Then I realised the enclosure was not "Gebohrt", so I thought I'd add another pumper w/o enclosure and delete the first one (with enclosure) I ordered — but I couldn't add another one to my order! I think I got the last Pumpernickel.
We gotta make sure our wives never speak to each other, or the heads up will be a heads-off. SPoOkY-SCARY!
I practically live in the city with more stories of ghostl witches etc. from all over Italy. I could tell hundreds of stories(they have written various books about it including curses, spells and nursery rhymes).
hehehe crazy.
we have a company that produces all kinds of sweets and alcoholic beverages with the name STREGA(witch)
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