If you're easily scared, you shouldn't be my friend.
Posted by Boomstick18
Date Posted: 02/12/2005

I have always been interested in the occult.
Ghosts, demons, you name it, I've done research
on it. This all started years ago, when I
discovered that one of my old relatives *my great
uncle, I think* was known as the "crazy" of the
family, because he claimed to have the ability to
see ghosts. As a little kid, this was just something
to talk about with the family for fun, but as I got
older, due to certain circumstances I began to
believe that maybe some of his abilities were
passed down to me. Here are those
circumstances...
I live on the very edge of a suburb. Behind my
backyard is miles of forest. When I was in my
early teens I would lean onto the fence and watch
the sun go down over the trees. One summer
evening, just as the sun went down, It grew
incredibly cold, much too cold for an Arkansas
summer. Then, I heard the laughter of a little girl.
And then I saw her. A little girl with short curly red
hair in a nightgown, skipping through the tall
grass. The only problem was that she didn't have
any legs. She was just a translucent torso
bouncing past me for a few moments, and then
she dissapeared. For the rest of that week, I
heard giggling throughout my house. My best
friend didn't believe a word I said, until he spent
the night. We were sitting in the den, and we
heard rolling and bumping coming from the back
of the house. We got up and looked through the
hall, and we saw a rolling chair from a back room
roll through the entire house, and stop right in
front of us. We ran into my room and that was the
last time anything of physical nature happend in
my house. But I still hear giggling from time to
time.
Then, a few years later, my mother, my aunt, a
friend of mine, and I were staying in a small
mountain town of Ponca, AR. on vacation It's
pretty much a wide spot in the road. My friend
and I liked to explore the forest, and one day we
came upon a small abandoned building. It looked
like one of the old shoolhouses or churches you
see in books. The door was rotting away, and the
doorknob had fallen off, and with the slightest
push the door opened. We walked inside and it
was like we had entered a museum. All the books
were open on the desks, as if someone had just
been there, but there was a heavy blanket of dust
on everything, which looked as if it hadn't been
disturbed in years. My friend continued through
the door, but the second my foot crossed the
threshold, I went cold. I couldn't move, I couldn't
breathe. My hair stood on end, and I immediatly
said "We need to get out of here..NOW."
"Oh shut up, you're just trying to scare me."
"No..i'm serious, we have to get out!"
"Don't be such a wimp.."
No sooner had my friend said that, the door
slammed shut behind me. I tried to push it open,
but it wouldn't budge. I looked down at the floor,
and the doorknob was still sitting there. The
door's lock had rotted away, along with 80 percent
of the door itself. Why wouldn't it open???
Then, the blackboard in front of the room began to
shake violently, as if someone or something was
pounding on it with it's fists. We both screamed,
and the door flew open. We bolted out of there,
without looking back.
We haven't been back to Ponca since.
There are a dozen other stories I could tell, but I
know this. Whatever is out there, I'm sensitive to
it, and it knows it.

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