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Train Station Trickster....
Submitted by "Sue B."
Hailing from: Holley NY
Where it happened: An old train station where I work...
Posted on: 12/18/03
I work
in a train station that dates back to the late 1800's.
We've just opened this business and in the last 3 weeks I've heard sleigh
bells in the showroom and no one else is in the building.
I thought I might be loosing my mind so I spoke to my boss the last time I
heard the bells because the hair on my arms and neck stood up straight. He
said he had heard the same bells the evening before when he was here
alone. Later that same day with customers in the store the light in our
popcorn machine blinked off and on 3 times, the other lights in the store
remained on.
Today, while waiting on a customer we have a wood stove burning in the
corner with a sign that alerts people to the fact that the surface is hot
flew off the stove.
I am thrilled that we are experiencing these happenings - I just hope our
spirit is friendly, as of now I think we just have a prankster in our
midst.
Merry Christmas!!!
Keep
us posted as to any new developments! Also snap a few photos and see what
shows up... Start with the wood stove and then move on to the popcorn machine..
If you get anything scan it in, and send it to us we would love to have a
look-see!
Mireille in Yellow....
Submitted by "Susan
Arens."
Hailing from: Hull Quebec
Where it happened: Quebec
Posted on: 12/18/03
It
all started when a friend of my cousin's, named Mireille,
died horribly in a motorcycle accident in June of 2000 in a small town
called Papineauville in the province of Quebec. After her funeral we
drove to the cemetery where she was buried and I said a little prayer for
her and admired the beautiful yellow flowers on her grave. The flowers
smelled really good!
A couple of weeks later, my cousin and I were driving down the road where
her accident occurred. However, I had no knowledge of the location of the
accident at that time. As we were going up a steep hill, I smell the same
flowers as Mireille had on her grave and was about to ask my cousin if he
could smell them too. As I turned to ask the question, my cousin says
"This is where Mireille had her accident." As soon as he said this, the
flower smell amplified about a hundred fold!!!!! It was so pungent it
nearly cut my breath. Mireille stayed in the car with us for about 15
minutes. I could hear her crying for her child (who was 3 years old at
the time of her death), she thanked my cousin for being so kind to her
before she died and gave him a hug (My cousin said he could feel the cold
around his neck). Once she emptied her heart she quietly slipped away and
brought the smell of the beautiful yellow flowers with her.
I hope she has been able to cross over and her spirit will rest in peace
now. Salut Mireille!!!
This one had my attention UNTIL we got to the end.... So readers, what say you???
Short but Sweet....
Submitted by "Larry
B."
Hailing from: The Dalles OR
Where it happened: OREGON
Posted on: 12/18/03
When I
was working up at this one school by my self about 11 pm
this figure of a woman guided across the exit doors. The woman looked at
me she was wearing a white like wedding dress.
Little Boy Lost....
Submitted by "Kale
D."
Hailing from: Maple Ridge British Columbia
Where it happened: South Africa
Posted on: 12/18/03
This
encounter didn't actually happen to me, it happened to my
grand parents who currently lives with my family.
My
family originally came from South Africa, where this story happened. My Grandma
and
Grandpa where going on a camping trip and had stopped off to stay the
night in a small town, when they arrived, they had decided to go on a
drive to go see this large bridge that was a tourist attraction in that
part.
When
they got there, there were flowers and wreath's laid on the
side of the bridge for a little blonde boy that had leaned over to far and
fallen off the side of the bridge. My grandparents took a few pictures of
the bridge and continued on with their trip.
A few
months later they got all there pictures developed into slides and had their
friends over to
view them. All the pictures came out beautifully,
except two,
the two
pictures that were taken of the bridge both came out with a little blonde
boy's head in the middle of the picture, to this day my grandma swears
there was no little blond boy anywhere on that bridge or near it, nor did
she take any pictures of a blonde boy.
I've
personally seen these slides and it scares the pants off me, it sends a cold
chill up my spine.
This reminds me of the story of the faces of the dead sailors which appeared in the water after their burial at sea. The mysterious faces followed the ship for two to three days afterwards... Show ing up as eerie faces in the photos taken at the time... If you can convince your grandparents, of course I will make a shameless plea to have you copy it and send it in to the site!
Have you ever thought you heard a vague scratching sound coming from the Basement? Wondered what that soft thump is under the stairs? Are you sure you want to find out?
Out of the Basement...
Submitted by "Nicole Bennett"
Hailing from: St. John's, Newfoundland
Where it happened: St. John's, Newfoundland
Posted on: 8/10/03
This
is something that happened to me and my best friend,
Christina, just last summer. I have many stories but this is one of the
ones that freaked me out the most. The weird thing about this is it
happened in the middle of the day.
Christina was babysitting for a neighbor. Both of the girls she was babysitting
were out playing so it was just the two of us sitting in the living room. She
was playing PlayStation and we were just talking.
It
was a warm day so we had the front door open. All of a sudden we heard
this REALLY loud bang. It was so loud that I thought someone's car tire had
popped. I looked out the window to see what happened but there was nothing. I
could see my dad across the street just sitting on the doorstep reading the
newspaper and my sister and nephew sitting on her step but none of them seemed
like they heard anything. I thought it was weird because the bang was really
loud. Anyway, we thought nothing of it and continued playing the game.
Not
long after we heard it again. This time I went out and asked my dad if he had
heard it and he said he hadn't. So we went back in and sat down again. After a
few minutes we heard it once again. We still couldn't figure out where it was
coming from so Christina said if it happened once more we would go see where it
was coming from and sure enough not five minutes had passed when it happened
again.
Ok, the downstairs of the house is kind of like a circle. When you walk into the house there's the stairs to your left and the living room door to your right. Straight ahead is the kitchen. When you walk into the living room the dining room is connected and there's another doorway there that leads back into the hall, in front of the kitchen and next to the basement door which is under the stairs. (I hope you got all that!)
When we heard it for the fourth time we decided to go check it out. We went out into the kitchen and opened the door to the back porch and the back door. We checked to see if it was the gate swinging but it was jammed and we found nothing else outside. So back in we went.
While
Christina closed the doors I checked to see if it had been the basement door
banging but it was closed and has a piece of cardboard in the crack
keeping it shut. I even tugged on the door to make sure it was closed tight.
Finding nothing we went back to the living room. We were sitting there for a
couple of minutes talking when we heard the biggest bang of all. It sounded like
something had hit the wall. We sat there frozen for a minute then we both got up
and slowly walked out of the living room doorway and looked up the hall. There
on the floor was the piece of cardboard keeping the basement door closed!
We
both ran out the front door and called out to my dad. He came over and we all
walked up the hall and sure enough the door was opened. The last bang was the
door busting open so hard it had hit the wall.
While my dad checked the basement I was looking down and I heard Christina whisper my name. I turned around to look into the kitchen and seen her looking towards the kitchen door that leads outside. I walked in and looked over...both doors, the porch door and back door were wide open. Christina had closed them both on her way back in! We freaked out and told my dad but of course he never believed us, no one did. We still never figured out what it was.
We
know the only way into the basement is that door under the stairs. Not only are
the windows outside really small but they are all locked from the inside. The
people living there have never heard anything like that. I don't know what it
was but I'll never baby-sit there. Especially during the night. I still wonder
what I would have seen if I had opened the basement door while checking it...
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