Back in the 50s/60s, my great grandparents lived in New York City, and they would always rent out the upper floor of their apartment to a tenant. For awhile a guy named Mike Dolan lived up there. He was a trickster and always had a lot of fun with the kids. Eventually, he passed away.
Several years later, a younger family member (I can't remember who it was, I think one of my father's cousins)who had not known Dolan went out to the park. When he came back, he told his everyone about this man he had met there. He had said his name was Dolan, and that he was a friend of the family. And then the kid showed the adults a picture the man had given to him. It was a picture of Mike Dolan, with his signature on the back.
For realz.
Man, that Dolan was a funny guy, though. I could tell all sorts of Dolan stories, but the majority of them aren't spooky.
Despite the fact that I don't believe in ghosts, I've had a few odd encounters in my life that I cannot explain.
I was working with my father and a couple of his friends in the city a few years ago. We were renovating a hospital wing. There were about a dozen decent sized rooms with very large, wall to wall windows running down the hallway, all identical. When you travel 2 hours to get to work, you stay there for 12-13 hours, so we worked late. Towards the end of the night I was in charge of removing all of the trim in the rooms. All of the rooms went fine except for the second to last room on the left. Every time I walked past that one room, I did a double take, it always seemed like I saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I finally had to work in there, every time I looked away form the window it looked like I saw second reflection right behind me. Every time I put my flatbar down, when I went to grab it again it was in a different spot. My back always felt like somebody was standing right there, hovering over my shoulder as I worked. I kept turning suddenly but only caught glimpses in the window's reflection. I was happy when we were done with that place.
EDIT: I have an even better one from 2 years ago, in Japan.
I was living in a crappy little apartment that did little to muffle the sounds of the neighbors. My upstairs neighbor was always rather stompy-loud. He really annoyed me at times, to the point that I'd knock on the ceiling to shut him up. Especially since his loudest time seemed to always be about 3am. I figured he must work an odd schedule and that was either when he was just getting up or just getting home. It was like that for my first 3 months in the apartment. Finally, I got a new neighbor and it was nice and quiet. About a week later I found out that my new neighbor was one of the Chinese kids from my school. After speaking with another classmate, she told me how she was surprised he wanted to move into that apartment. Nobody else wanted to take that one. About 2 months earlier, there had been a death in our apartment building. I didn't know where it was, I just knew that it was above my floor. Turned out it was the apartment directly above my own. It had been empty for a full 2 months of that stomping.
NEVAR! Once you actively use it on you computer, it starts thinking it's all special and shit. It starts giving you little reminders about updates and special features. and worst of all, it nestles itself into a cozy little place in your taskbar.
haha, well, that link points to the halloween special of the show i was in during high school called "VEF" and the joke was referring to a sketch Paul and I were in called "The Scary Story Club" wherein I played a character was was convinced that satan was taking over through pop culture. (i.e. Britney Spears - take away the "r-i-t-n-e-y" and you're left with B, and we all know that stands for... Beazelbub. Take Spears, and take the first S and put it at the end, and your left with "pear" (pronounced as "peer") "S.S." Peer of the SS. Beazelbub, Peer of the Nazis!!!!) Tell ya what, you quicktime haters - I'll try to get that sketch up on youtube before halloween. Now... (in a Star Wars voice) staaaayyy on target...
Psh, I was totally expecting to read more scary stories on this thread. Only 3? Come on now!
I don't have very many spooky stories... anything weird that happens to me I just rule out by something logical, even if it CAN'T be explained that logically... and then I forgot about whatever happened.
I've never actually belived in ghosts... but jeez, I think someone could actually convince me of it. I know so many people who I respect and think are completely logical in their thinking-- as in not paranoid or completely superstitious-- who believe in ghosts. Perhaps if I did believe in superstitious stuff I would have some spooky stories, haha.
I believe in "ghosts" of a sort. My grandma was seen at a family reunion once. She'd visit with a couple of my cousins too. This wouldn't seem special except that she's doing this while being dead.
It all happened so suddenly. Before I knew it, the streets were filled with those monsters, tearing apart each other’s flesh to the tune of the Village People. Some of them were incredibly good looking, and only had that cheery persona, and you questioned whether or not they were just regular zombies or homo zombies. Then there were the gigantic, strapped up in black leather versions. They were so damned fashionable, yet a plague on mankind. Well, not because they’re gay. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love gays. Well, not like love love. I wouldn’t let one plow me in the ass, since, like, er, well, he’d probably bite me in the back of the neck! It would be pretty uncomfortable.
Still, I just don’t understand why we should let gay zombies get married. I mean, marriage should be between two straight zombies. I mean, God, for some unholy reason, turned Adam and Eve into zombies, not Adam and Steve.
This isn’t the time to think about stuff like this. No one knows how the virus started, or where it could have came from. Some homophobes think it was AIDS. For all I know, it was. All I know is that there are thousands, maybe millions of gays zombies out there, and they are infecting our children with lies and some murderous flesh-eating virus. Dammit! I have no idea where the prejudice comes from! It’s probably from the experience of being raised by a bigoted father and a mother who never got away from behind the stove. Then I found out that Dad was secretly gay, and a zombie. Huh, how strange.
I can hear their moans and cries from outside my apartment window. They roam the streets, looking for new victims, chastising them for their clothing choices, giving them makeovers, and then turning them into the walking dead. I mean, you have to admit, they are pretty fucking fashionable zombies. I saw one eat a guy’s brains while putting him in this really trendy Hawaiian shirt. I hope whe- IF I get eaten, they do something like that for me. I could use a new wardrobe. I would ask one of them for advice if I wasn’t really weary towards getting bitten.
Something just started pounding on my door. I’m hesitant, but I keep quiet. Maybe they don’t know I’m in here…
But what if they’re other survivors? I couldn’t live with myself if I let them die.
“He… hello?” I ask, under my breath, hoping that they didn’t hear me say that.
That ungodly sound, the lisped moans of the walking dead behind my door. What have I done!?
“Open uuuuuuuup! Fashion Poliiiiiiiice!”
They smash even harder into the door, I know my final moments of sentient life and heterosexuality are coming to a close, yet, I’m paralyzed with fear. I can still think clearly, but my arms will not move…
One image still remains in my head, as I see their fists break through my cheap wooden door…
I dunno about you guys... but I envisioned the redeads in zelda while I read this. They fit the description almost perfectly-- the only difference is that redeads dont actually talk.
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Several years later, a younger family member (I can't remember who it was, I think one of my father's cousins)who had not known Dolan went out to the park. When he came back, he told his everyone about this man he had met there. He had said his name was Dolan, and that he was a friend of the family. And then the kid showed the adults a picture the man had given to him. It was a picture of Mike Dolan, with his signature on the back.
For realz.
Man, that Dolan was a funny guy, though. I could tell all sorts of Dolan stories, but the majority of them aren't spooky.
I was working with my father and a couple of his friends in the city a few years ago. We were renovating a hospital wing. There were about a dozen decent sized rooms with very large, wall to wall windows running down the hallway, all identical. When you travel 2 hours to get to work, you stay there for 12-13 hours, so we worked late. Towards the end of the night I was in charge of removing all of the trim in the rooms. All of the rooms went fine except for the second to last room on the left. Every time I walked past that one room, I did a double take, it always seemed like I saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I finally had to work in there, every time I looked away form the window it looked like I saw second reflection right behind me. Every time I put my flatbar down, when I went to grab it again it was in a different spot. My back always felt like somebody was standing right there, hovering over my shoulder as I worked. I kept turning suddenly but only caught glimpses in the window's reflection. I was happy when we were done with that place.
EDIT: I have an even better one from 2 years ago, in Japan.
I was living in a crappy little apartment that did little to muffle the sounds of the neighbors. My upstairs neighbor was always rather stompy-loud. He really annoyed me at times, to the point that I'd knock on the ceiling to shut him up. Especially since his loudest time seemed to always be about 3am. I figured he must work an odd schedule and that was either when he was just getting up or just getting home. It was like that for my first 3 months in the apartment. Finally, I got a new neighbor and it was nice and quiet. About a week later I found out that my new neighbor was one of the Chinese kids from my school. After speaking with another classmate, she told me how she was surprised he wanted to move into that apartment. Nobody else wanted to take that one. About 2 months earlier, there had been a death in our apartment building. I didn't know where it was, I just knew that it was above my floor. Turned out it was the apartment directly above my own. It had been empty for a full 2 months of that stomping.
Jakey mentioned on AOL that California is on fire. Fair enough.
After he tells me, what's the next track that iTunes happens to shuffle to? Los Angeles is burning by Bad Religion.
That was pretty creepy.
*cough*
It can't if you have an Nvidia video card. Their drivers don't play nice with the quicktime plug-in.
That is all.
I don't have very many spooky stories... anything weird that happens to me I just rule out by something logical, even if it CAN'T be explained that logically... and then I forgot about whatever happened.
I've never actually belived in ghosts... but jeez, I think someone could actually convince me of it. I know so many people who I respect and think are completely logical in their thinking-- as in not paranoid or completely superstitious-- who believe in ghosts. Perhaps if I did believe in superstitious stuff I would have some spooky stories, haha.
"Night of the Living Fabulous"
It all happened so suddenly. Before I knew it, the streets were filled with those monsters, tearing apart each other’s flesh to the tune of the Village People. Some of them were incredibly good looking, and only had that cheery persona, and you questioned whether or not they were just regular zombies or homo zombies. Then there were the gigantic, strapped up in black leather versions. They were so damned fashionable, yet a plague on mankind. Well, not because they’re gay. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love gays. Well, not like love love. I wouldn’t let one plow me in the ass, since, like, er, well, he’d probably bite me in the back of the neck! It would be pretty uncomfortable.
Still, I just don’t understand why we should let gay zombies get married. I mean, marriage should be between two straight zombies. I mean, God, for some unholy reason, turned Adam and Eve into zombies, not Adam and Steve.
This isn’t the time to think about stuff like this. No one knows how the virus started, or where it could have came from. Some homophobes think it was AIDS. For all I know, it was. All I know is that there are thousands, maybe millions of gays zombies out there, and they are infecting our children with lies and some murderous flesh-eating virus. Dammit! I have no idea where the prejudice comes from! It’s probably from the experience of being raised by a bigoted father and a mother who never got away from behind the stove. Then I found out that Dad was secretly gay, and a zombie. Huh, how strange.
I can hear their moans and cries from outside my apartment window. They roam the streets, looking for new victims, chastising them for their clothing choices, giving them makeovers, and then turning them into the walking dead. I mean, you have to admit, they are pretty fucking fashionable zombies. I saw one eat a guy’s brains while putting him in this really trendy Hawaiian shirt. I hope whe- IF I get eaten, they do something like that for me. I could use a new wardrobe. I would ask one of them for advice if I wasn’t really weary towards getting bitten.
Something just started pounding on my door. I’m hesitant, but I keep quiet. Maybe they don’t know I’m in here…
But what if they’re other survivors? I couldn’t live with myself if I let them die.
“He… hello?” I ask, under my breath, hoping that they didn’t hear me say that.
That ungodly sound, the lisped moans of the walking dead behind my door. What have I done!?
“Open uuuuuuuup! Fashion Poliiiiiiiice!”
They smash even harder into the door, I know my final moments of sentient life and heterosexuality are coming to a close, yet, I’m paralyzed with fear. I can still think clearly, but my arms will not move…
One image still remains in my head, as I see their fists break through my cheap wooden door…
4 gay zombies doing the YMCA pose…