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Tue, 22 Aug 2023 00:29:34 -0300

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Mon, 21 Aug 2023 21:31:57 -0300

Hey curtis welcome!

Have any real ghost tale to share?

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Mon, 21 Aug 2023 21:29:53 -0300

Very entertaining, whitesoxfan1!

I didn’t know about these Chicago haunts, will definitely check them out.

In reply to - whitesoxfan1 wrote a new post Bachelors Grove – ChicagoOK, I am now 76 years old, but this has stuck in my mind since it happened in 1966. And I had another experience 5 years ago. First the Grove. There is a […]

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Tue, 16 Aug 2022 16:47:42 -0300

Lex Taylor posted an update: More than a year since I published this community website, I […]

Wed, 10 Aug 2022 16:11:39 -0300

More than a year since I published this community website, I am running out of emails of people that experienced ghosts to invite. So far the response has been underwhelming.

Maybe I should advertise this website on social media…

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Thu, 10 Mar 2022 19:02:21 -0300

In reply to - mdiamand posted an update Everything kind of quiet around here…

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Fri, 02 Apr 2021 00:35:38 -0300

I didn’t have enough content for a single ghost story, so I’m posting two experiences about ghosts that I heard but couldn’t see.

EVPs, a Common Occurrence
I have had several memorable EVPs. In my cas […]

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Thu, 01 Apr 2021 21:35:09 -0300

The Distressing Creep of a Darjeeling Hotel by Lex In late 2003 I was traveling to Nepal from India. When I was already on my way there, I had to stop for a few days in Darjeeling, to wait for a wire of money to arrive, to cash it out. I spent the first morning and afternoon in the streets. Well not just the streets, at the most unbearable sun of noon I went like four hours inside an arcade. I was kind of feeling uptight, having to pay constant attention to my backpack. Even though the arcade was deserted, and there were just several shops open, I felt paranoid. I had made transportation arrangements and was going to leave the next day. It didn’t feel right to spend the night in the street, so as soon as my line of credit opened, later that day, I searched for a hotel as the sun was going down. The first one I chose, the Hotel Mahadeva—I think it was called that—allowed me without asking for any upfront cash. This is, of course, customary, but in most hotels in India, I’ve been asked for upfront payment. The room was tiny and in a bad condition. It had a private bathroom and that made me see it as above average. It was cool to just be set for the night and I didn’t have anything to do for the rest of the day, other than thinking about what lied ahead, for me, in Kathmandu. It wasn’t late, but I was dog-tired after the trip from Kolkata to Darjeeling, and I had as much street as I wanted while I was waiting to cash out the whole day while the sun was up. I thought that it was wise to go to a hotel and not to try to rough it in the street, much less with a freshly funded wallet like I was by then. As soon as I had left my backpack in the room and came down for a meal, a storm broke. That night I expected to taste something delicious. Yet, the meal of the Mahadeva hotel did leave a lot to be desired. It was a very unmemorable supper. It must have been the dullest Indian thali I have ever eaten. A thali of which the only thing I remember now was that one of the courses was a papad plate. After dinner, there was nothing to do in the hotel, and they did close the door very early at night. I went to sleep. I fell asleep fast, because that kind of trip always got the best of me, and I was sapped. At first, I slept relatively okay, but I awakened in the wee hours of the morning feeling a quenching thirst. I dressed up, took my plastic bottle, and went downstairs to the place where I’ve seen the water filter. I filled the bottle and started walking back to my room. I don’t know if it was a hallucination or a real witnessing of a non-organic being. What I’ve seen was a ghost the size of a fist. It had two little baby-like legs. Yet, that is where all human resemblance ended. What I would call a total creep. From what it’d be its waist upwards it was a mess of formless flesh. It looked as if whatever was over those legs had exploded. I saw (did I?) that thing walking, moving its tiny little doll legs in a step of the staircase before disappearing into the thin air. Now, you’ll notice that this story may pass for a regular or above average ghost story due to the originality of the entity involved. I could leave it at that and not go into deeper detail that due to its strangeness can make this story less believable and more sounding like a fib. I don’t care, I will describe the entity in detail because, even if it sounds kind of ludicrous, it’s what I saw. And I saw this thing form no more than one or two yards away. I said that it was a pair of baby-like legs because, in fact, they possibly couldn’t have been called baby legs. The round and fleshy form of a baby’s pair or legs was there, but the proportion was much smaller, I’d say that I could grasp the whole pair of legs with a single hand if I wanted. That was the size from the feet to the waist of the whole legs, a tad longer than the width of my palm. The thing that was from the waist up was utterly disgusting. It was a flap of gray flesh open like a flower with smaller flaps of equally irregular, hanging, tendril-like, tiny pieces of flesh. To witness such an aberration walking made the vision all the more odd and fantastic. If I must define what that entity looked like, I’d say it looked like it was a fairy that someone had forced to swallow a big, powerful firecracker, and letting outside only the fuse, lighted it. The firecracker went off, totally pulverizing the upper torso, arms and head of said fairy. See, the last three parRead more

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Wed, 31 Mar 2021 17:17:09 -0300

Gangsta Ghost Rides a Bicycle by Lex A childhood friend, with whom I wasn’t hanging out anymore, became a demon. He started spiraling down with a heavy cocaine hydrochloride habit. He became a mean and cheap street thug to fund his habit. The story goes that as a thug he did not last much. Somewhere in 1994, he was killed by the police after he and his associate perpetrated a hold-up in a gas station. He was hit in the neck by a ricocheting bullet. In ’98 I was walking by the lonely streets of a residential district near my house’s neighborhood when I saw him, riding a bicycle. He, with a shrieking scream, yelled my name. Needless to say that he scared the living daylights out of me. And it was a cloudy Saturday morning, I’m not talking about something that happened in the wee hours of the night. The point is that there is no explanation for how it happened. I was walking by a block and when I came to the corner I watched to the side, to the corner to my left. One or two blocks from the corner I was just crossing. And there he appeared! Riding his (ghost?) vehicle and creepily screaming my name. For years, I didn’t know if the story of his death was true. Sometimes I thought it may have been just a cover for the shame that may have meant to him to be in jail at like seventeen or eighteen years. I guessed that he could have ended in a situation like that. I also thought that once back in the streets he took advantage of me. To scare me, for me to think that the story of his death was true and that he was a ghost. But a couple of years ago I’ve confirmed that he died, talking to a friend that went to his wake. He assured me that his death was an actual event that is verifiable. I told my friend that I’m not a stupid person and I was not going to blindly believe that the person in question was dead until I saw proof. I asked around where he was buried. Then I went to the cemetery where I was told that he was buried. Once in the cemetery, I went to the office and I asked for the registry of 1994 interments. I browsed the register to find the page on which his record was supposed to be. That avenue of confirmation died right then and there because I’ve found that someone had torn out the exact page that would have the alleged record of the alleged apparition’s burial. All the other pages were undisturbed, but the one with his record was simply torn out. Still, that can’t compete with personal confirmation by another person, one who went to the wake of the person that manifested to me as a ghost. The subject of this guy, being still around as a ghost, never did leave me and I communicated it amply to others who knew him when he was still alive. It was always a great subject of conversation. I’m glad that I brought this subject up time and time again in conversations with others who knew him, because, one time I got something of a confirmation. Once, a friend looked surprised when I brought up the topic once again, and he looked spooked and told me to shut up, that a few days ago he was talking about the person with someone else and a few things fell from a shelf without any explainable logical reason for them to have fallen.Read more

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Wed, 31 Mar 2021 14:55:04 -0300

I haven’t written a lot about my paranormal experiences. That’s maybe because I had too much of them. Also, maybe because they were generally scarring. I might be evading the subject subconsciously. In thi […]