Polter Lobster- ghost stories anyone?

[Demetrius]

If anyone has a good ghost story, I mean, I don't...

Anyway, my ghost story-

I came home and all the lights were off in the house. I'm not sure why I decided not to turn them on, but I stumbled around and discovered everything in the house had been moved around.
As I worked my way through the kitchen I began to get a little scared. Then I heard someone open the front door without knocking, so I fumbled around in search of a sharp object to protect myself.
I heard a strange voice ask- "who's there?"
Well, long story short, the person turned on the lights and I realised I wasn't in my own house. The experience was kind of scary and not all that different from the time I thought I'd seen a UFO.

[Francisco Paula]

Not sure what you are smoking but damn SHARE

[Mischief Snicklebritches]

Demitrius...you are halarious!!!
I hate it when that happens...to tell you the truth...something similar to this happened to me...like,...for real.

I had worked until close one night at Starbucks (aHHHHHHH scary right? but wait there's more)
And at the time I drove a 1996 Toyota Carolla. Someone that worked in another one of the shops by me had the same car, but I had never noticed. I was so tired I went to their car and like looked inside and was all..."what the..." looked in the back seat *gasp* "somebody stole my....my carseats?!?!" "what the..." *looks in front seat* "somebody switched my transmission to automatic?....wait."
*looks around to see if anyone is looking*
"gads Im an idiot"
*goes to own car, drives home*

True story. Isnt that terrible. not scary by any means...but its a story!

Well..Im off to the museam with my littles.

[Demetrius]

Hi Lady Remi!

That was my Toyota!!

I'm finding it difficult to come up with ghost stories (though I have seen them) because I don't believe in them.

Well, I'm glad you almost came up with one. 

[Monk]

We've had a friendly spirit which looks after our kidlets.

One evening when our eldest was very very ill, fever just overall not doing well.  Near to the point that we were going to get ready to take him to the hospital.  Before getting ready, I headed to the restroom which was nearest the kids' bedroom.  While in there I thought I had heard my wife's voice speaking to our eldest, assuring him that everything would be alright, and that there was nothing to worry about.  He spoke back in the tiny voice of a sick child, miserable sounding.  The voice replied that there was nothing to worry about, and that sleep was the best thing that he could do.

Not 2 moments later I washed up and left the restroom.  I queried my wife about the boy being alright.  To my surprise she looked at me puzzled and asked.
"You tell me, you were just talking to him."

I responded,
"Um . . . . no, I clearly heard YOU talking to him and making sure he was ok."

"I've been here reading, and getting ready in case we're heading to the hospital."

That night (actually in a matter of a half an hour while he was sleeping) his fever broke, and we all slept without being in the hospital.

In the morning I asked our boy (now chipper and hungry) over breakfast, how did you sleep?

"Good" he said

"So, who was talking to you last night?"  My wife asked,

"Was it mommy?"  I asked

The boy shook his head

"It was daddy right?"  My wife asked nudging me

Again, a shake of the head

"Who was it?"  I asked

"The nice old lady who takes care of us."  The boy replied

Is it anyone we know?"  I asked, "Someone from our family?"

The boy shrugged

"She said I'd be ok, and sleep."

Still to this day, we have strange occurances surrounding the spirit we've nicknamed "Ghost Lady"  She is welcome as long as she wishes to remain.  Call her angel, call her guardian, we call her friend.

[Zoë]

There was a spirit in my house the day my dog Taz died back in 2002.  I was home alone on a day off school, parents were at work and the little brother was at daycare.  Our dog had epilepsy and had been on medication for a while but there was no indication that she was getting severely ill.  Anyhoo, on that day I was doing some cleaning and I kept going up and down the stairs, and every time I did, one of the lights in our living room was turned on.  So I turned it off.  And the next time I came up the stairs, it was on again.  So I turned it off again.  Then a little while later I went down the stairs and on the wall by my mom's favorite chair, on the wall, was this black spot that looked like someone had taken their hand and covered it in soot, and then wiped it across the wall.  Hrm.  That was peculiar.  I figured it was just smoke stained on the wall from mom's candles, even though I'd never seen it before.  So I went upstairs to get some cleaner, and when I came back the spot was gone.  And I honestly didn't think anything of it.  But later that night, the dog went into rollover seizures and died.  So I think that her spirit left her body before she knew it, and was playing tricks on me all day.  I've read that animal spirits tend to do that.

[Demetrius]

True story:
When I was a kid we weren't allowed to have a dog, so when my brother brought home a small terrier we were suddenly allowed to have a dog.

Sparky used to bark at things that were not there, especially when I was home alone playing the piano.
Whenever I was home alone I liked to sit and play my piano for hours and hours until it got dark and the only light in the house came from the lamp on the piano.

I could just barely see down the long hallway to my bedroom. I always knew it was time to turn on some lights when Sparky would start barking as if there was something or someone down the hall.
As he barked I stopped playing and turned around- looking down the hall just in time to see the shadow of someone walking across the hall and into my bedroom. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got goose bumps on my arms.

Very cautiously I turned on every light in the house. I knew that doing so would mean I wouldn't be killed by anything that was lurking in my bedroom.
Sadly, the last light to turn on was the light in my bedroom. As I made my approach I tried to think about non-scary things, like homework or ribbons. Unfortunately, all I could think about were the bodies in Mr. Johnson's basement.

I used to mow Mr. Johnson's lawn, and one time when he was away on vacation I took some clippers and cut the word "Duck" in big letters in his front yard. He was pretty upset because he thought it had said something else. I did admit to the deed and I think he forgave me.
Anyway, one other time I snuck into his basement on a dare and found a whole bunch of mannequins from his department store. I also found some rubber chickens with the legs cut off, a donut machine, and a six-foot lava lamp.

I don't believe in ghosts, so I reminded myself of that fact as I continued down the hall. It gave me just enough courage to jump around the corner into my room and scare whatever was in there away.
Unfortunately, before I could reach the light switch, the thing that was in there killed me. Some of my family were pretty shook up about it for days and days and I never did find out what happened to Sparky.

[Zoë]

Man, you had me right up until the 6-foot lava lamp part.

[Capt Gabriela Fullpepper]

So our good Yakitori Chicken man who goes by Demetrius, I would never have known you where part of the unsleeping dead... ie a Ghost or more like a Poltergiest.

[Capt Gabriela Fullpepper]

We lived in this house up in Masonville when I was in elementry school. It was a creepy old place up in box canyon where this old mountain man lived. To make the place even creepier their were two graves about 75 yards up this little ridge right behind the house. Both where of young children from the late 1800's. One night as my sister was walking her dog at about 10:30pm on a Saturday night her dog went crazy. She got spooked as she saw two shapes jump out from behind a bush and vanish in a flash. My brother and sisters boyfriend at the time grabbed their rifles and saw movement in the old shed across the dirt road and emptied their guns into it. No one or nothing was found. That same night as they looked around my sisters boyfriend Chuck got knocked over by an unseen force. That night the solid brick chimney fell down and the propane tank started to leak and all the water pipe joints broke. That was one creepy house as at night I could hear noises in the walls.

It is known a Devil Worshipping group has gatherings not far from there and offers up sacrifices of blood to the Devil.

I think I was possessed when I lived there and the devil still possesses me. Hence the reason my head turns backwards on certain nights and I get really grumpy and spew yukky green stuff out my mouth and then speak in a really deep voice... well that part is permanant now..

[ADraeger]

The house behind ours had been worn down for ages.  White paint chipped off everywhere to show black rotting boards underneath.  Years of neglect had left a brownish-gray film on the windows.  It had been the home of an old woman, her name long forgotten.  She was hardly seen outside the house, and it was a week after her funeral before anyone in town realized she had passed.  I was told she had been a kind woman, and thus, I didn't fear her former home as my childhood friends did.  Many a neighborhood child dared to step into the old place, only to come out shreiking from the sounds of creaking boards. I knew better, however.  The house was just an old, abandoned house.  The barn behind it, however, was another matter. 

At the age of six, I often woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares.  I have never determined from whence they originated.  I was not allowed to watch horror movies, everything I read was monitored, and the news was only watched when my father was home and oft while I was out at play.  It was commonplace for me to dream of murder, death, monsters, gore, etc, and it was usual for me to seek solace in my parents' bed a couple hours past midnight.  As I often awoke wide-eyed and terrified, the walk from my room to my parents' bed was somewhat of a horrific path as it took me directly past a window that overlooked the barn.  Curious child that I was, I always found myself looking out that window despite my best efforts.  I'd gaze into that dark barn, shudder, then pick up the pace to safety.  I never saw anything...that is until approximately two weeks before the old woman died.

I awoke from yet another nightmare, hugging my favorite stuffed animal (Sad Sam), and began my journey to my parents' room.  As usual, I passed the window, and as normal, I looked out.  The moonlight was bright, illuminating our yard and the barn.  It was beautiful, and it was calming me down.  Then I saw it - a face, a man, peering at me from the window in the barn!  I backed up a few steps, closed my eyes and opened them.  He was still there.  His lips were curved into a smile, but his expression was all but friendly.  I clutched Sad Sam in a death grip and ran for my parents' room.  I saw him there night after night, and thus, I ran night after night.  Then the old woman passed.  We didn't know she had, however.  All I knew was that he suddenly disappeared.  Roughly a week later, we found out she had died and was promptly buried. My nightmares didn't cease, but the dread that accompanied my travel to my parents' room had dissapated.  I grew more at ease in staying in my own room, and I had received a terrier puppy for my birthday present that slept at the foot of my bed.  I felt increasingly safe, and my parents were quite pleased.

Two nights before my seventh birthday, I had an extremely horrible nightmare that jolted me awake.  I sat straight up, clutched Sad Sam, and pressed my toes against Prissy (the pup) to make sure she was okay.  I took deep breaths, thought happy thoughts, and was beginning to lay back down when Prissy began growling.  I had never heard her growl before, and it was quite alarming.  The hair on the back of my arms and neck stood straight up.  I felt a cold weight press against my chest.  Her growl grew deeper, and she stood up on the bed, facing my doorway.  Her ears laid back, and she was bearing her teeth when it appeared.  It was as though a black static was forming in the middle of my doorway, stretching out into the shape of a man.  I could see its feet, legs, torso, arms, everything.  And it's face.  With horror, I watched as the lines formed into the face that I had feared for weeks... the same face that snidely smiled at me through the barn window.  His eyes began to glow a dark ruby red, and Prissy began to bark.  Her threat exploded the tension and fear in my body.  Too afraid to walk around it or through it to get to my parents, I crawled deep under my covers, clutching Sad Sam, crying profusely as Prissy's barks cresendoed, and praying as my grandmother had been teaching me to do.  Prissy stopped, and I could hear my parents running down the hall.  I peeped from my cavern of covers.  The figure was gone, as well as the face.  It never returned.  After a few months, I was sleeping back in my own bed, complete with Sad Sam and Prissy.  I never saw the face again, but I never looked for it either.  I've often wondered if it was my imagination running rampant.. if it was a dream from which I didn't wake and thought to be real. 

But then, there's the barn.  I could be doing something that takes my mind far from the things I saw as a child - helping with mowing the grass for instance.  Even in the blistering heat of summer, I can feel the cold as I near the barn.  Perhaps I am still imaginative.... or perhaps there indeed was, or is, something there.  It both saddens and relieves me to know I shall never know the truth of it all.

[Spinaka]

there has been so many things that i have seen and or felt when it comes to ghosts. the freakiest one ever though was at my parents old house. the one i grew up in. my friends and i always used to play quiji board. so yeah we kind of brought it on ourselves but anyway. on Halloween we were playing the game and we decided to video tape it. while we were playing my friend jenny kept asking what the noise was that she was hearing. no one else herd it. but she kept saying she was hearing knocking. well not much happened while we played. so after we stopped playing we went and watched what we just filmed. on the tape you could clearly see fog/smoke building over the board about a foot over our hands. it started to swirl like a hurricane in circle. then you heard this knock and the camera shook. then my friend jenny asked what she just heard!!! this happened a few more times. you would hear a knock, camera would shake and then jenny asked what that noise was. it was hella creepy.

BUT.... what tops that is.....

about a week or so after that i was home alone and i was thirsty. so i went down to the basement where our coke machine was to grab a pop. (btw the basement is where we always did our games and sayonsis and what nots.) i got a sprite and was starting to head back up the stairs. when i turned the corner i heard this sound. it sounded at first like my cat was in the litter box. so i peaked my head in the shop to see what has going on. then the noise slowly turned into a low growling. i started to walk up there stairs backwards with pop in had like a weapon i could chuck at what ever was coming at me. the noise was getting louder and lounder, more like a mean dog growl at this point. i got about half way up the stairs when i saw it. i saw these huge hands come through the opening at the bottom of the stairs, kind of like it grabbed the frame to pull its self through. it looked in at the shop and i could see its wings. then it looked up at me opened its mouth and screeched at me. i turned and ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. the door pushed back like something ran into it then it tried opening like someone was on the other side pushing it against me. i held it shut with all my might. i was so freaking scared. the phone was on the table like a foot or two away from me. i grabbed it with one hand and called my friend jenny. she came over as fast as she could. i was still sitting infront of the door when she got there. i told her what had happened. we went downstairs and looked around but heard or saw nothing. i was totally freaked out to go downstairs by myself for a long time.

a couple months later jenny and some other friends where back at my house. we decided to watch the tape again from that previous Halloween night. we pulled the tape out and put it in my vcr. it started to play fine just like it had that night. but then it turned to static and all you could see was this dark figure in the middle of the page. then we heard a low laugh and the tape went to white noise and no picture....... the tape never played again........

this is all true. i promise to you that this happened to me!!!!!! believe me or not but it did

[Capt Gabriela Fullpepper]

OK a totally TRUE story this time instead of one that was mostly true

When I was playing in my band Albion Kross in 1994 we had a show one night at a place that was called "After the Gold Rush" right off Colfax and Sheridan. We were in the Battle of the Band finals for the place after having won many others. It was a huge day for the band and it also signal the release of our music onto media.

Albion Kross was all original metal in the style of Iron Maiden, meets Dream Theater, Meets Metallica, meets Judas Priest, meets Black Sabbath but heavy on the Maiden and Dream Theater. Having many time changes in our music was very common. We liked to call our music "Gothic Metal" which was a long time before what is now called "Gothic Metal" was out. Our music was about History, Myths, Legends, Science Fiction, Technology, Horror, and conflicts with the inner soul.

On this one night we were band number 2 out of three. We had brought in a brand new video camera with a very high quality tape in it. Mind you this was in the days of VHS video cameras and NOT the 8mm type. Everything checked out great, sounds, lights, mist... everything was perfect. My brother was running the camera from the 2nd level looking down on us and the crowd standing on the "dance floor". There was a lot up for grabs this night. If we won we got two of our songs recorded professionally in a very high quality studio, a photo shoot and head line at the club for a night. Second place was a pro photo shoot of the band and two photo's from that shoot. Now the band as I mentioned above already had media out in the form of a cassette (This was before CD's where the big thing. It had 6 of about 16 we had wrote. We churned out songs at the rate of twpo a month but usually didn't play them until we were 100% happy with the performance of the song.

Now Albion Kross had 4 members 2 of us did lead vocals with me doing 75% of all vocals and all background vocals. Plus I played guitar and keyboards (Keyboards only in studio) Sean was our other singer who did the lead guitar work and bass on a few songs, Mark who played bass and lead on 2 songs and Mike (RIP Mikey 1962 -2007) played drums.

One of the songs we played that night was a song called "Cry of the Banshee" Now I will say NONE of us in Albion Kross were much into the Christian Relegion at the time (I explored it later) If anything we all were more pagan in thought. We all believed in the spirit world, aliens and the occalt happening's we all still do.

As I entroed "Cry of the banshee" I made the comment that all of us in Albion Kross believed in the spirit world. I then said this was a song about an Irish creature of myth and then screamed out "Cry of the Banshee" The song had a very earie entro of guitars and chanting done by Sean and I. I only played guitar at the start and end of this song. I usually stripped off my guitar just before vocals started.

The song and the night went on with out one issue withthe band... or so we thought. After going home and reviewing the tape the video just as I start in about the members believing in the spirit world started to slow down, speed up. It did this all through out the song. The video acts scrabmled and jumps around like it is way off track. At one point it almost looks like a face appears out of the fog and the scrambling. At the point at the end of the song I sing a verse that says "And through the cross she is released" and I make the sign of the cross on my chest like a Cathlic would do. The rest of the tape is flawless. My brother never once saw any issue with the camera or in the view finder. That camera never did that again as far as any in the band knew.

I have the original tape and have looked it over at that one location and see nothing wrong with it. I have since transfered it to DVD and that spot transfered over onto the DVD. But it will not transfer over to another VHS tape.