₪₪Gothic , macabre and horror short stories !! – ₪₪
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₪₪Gothic , macabre and horror short stories !! – ₪₪
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Gothic Subculture Story:
Well, back in the dark ages, better known as 1992, a little, misanthropic gothic man would wander outside of his ramshackled shanty that passed for an apartment and get the morning newspaper.
This little dark man would have a name, but, unfortunately for him, he was a goth, as it were, so he had already changed his name twenty times, questing for a title that would appropriately fit over his morosely carried soul whic belonged to the gothic subculture. He tried "Dr.Spooky", but, for obvious reasons it didn't work. On and on came the names; "Mr.Evil","The Bone Master","He Who Specializes in None Too Pretty Rituals of an Unpleasant Nature", but, again, he failed. He eventually settled on Edwin, as that was his name in the first place.
Now, young Edwin was having one hell of a time finding meaning in his twisted little world that was in fact quite normal. He tried suicide but all he had was a butterknife, string, and a toaster, and that made home suicide a little impossible.
Edwin loved to go to clubs, but there was only one club in his town, and it was named "Big Eddie's Booty Barn", so Edwin deemed it undesirable and went back to sitting in his gothic house, which is where he wanted to be anyway.
Edwin had a job at the 7-11, cleaning slurpee machines and making sure that the Penthouses were always up to date, neither of which he admitted to to enjoying too much. He would sit in that store for hours, longing for some release.
One glorious evening, Edwin received a telephone call from another one of his friends, another goth, as it were. The problem with this guy is he was goth and always spoke in the least audible whisper he could.
"Hello?"
"Ssihisssisisisis"
"Oh, hi there Sean"
"hiss hiss hiss hiss?"
"A club? Sure. Where?"
"#*!& hiss $%*@..."
"Phoenix? great. Be there in an hour."
Edwin was very excited. He hated Phoenix as much as he hated his backwards little suburb, but Phoenix had gothic clubs, and dancing, and beautiful goth women, all of which he knew nothing about. It didn't really matter, though. It was goth, and goth was good.
Gothic Urban Legends
Killing Gothic Hair:
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There was this gothic girl who has a cool hairstyle. Every day she rats it and sprays it with hairspray to keep it up. For over a mounth she hasnt washed it, claiming she loves her hair so much that she dont want to change anything. One day in her classroom at school her teacher happens to notice blood running down her neck. Then she faints and has to be rushed to the hospital and die. Because the girls wasn't washing her hair it go so dirty that cockroaches got inside her brain and ate it.
Killing Gothic Drinks:
Do not ignore this piece of advice! Attempting to obtain a free drink by rocking the machine back and forth can result in serious personal injury or death! An article in the Journal of the American Medical Association (Nov. 11, 1988, p. 2697) ××××××××s 15 cases in which men trying to get a can out of the machine were crushed. 3 died, the other 12 required hospitalization for injuries such as fractures of the skull, toe, ankle, tibia, femur, and pelvis; intercerebral bleeding; knee contusion; and one punctured bladder. The article states that because the sodas are located in the upper half of the machine (so that they can fall into the dispensing slot), the center of gravity of the machine is abnormally high and the machine will fall after it has been tipped only 20 degrees, a deceptively small angle. A large, fully loaded machine can weigh in excess of 1000 pounds. I strongly advocate the policy whereby all Juice Machines must display the label "WARNING: Tipping this machine or any other unstable object weighing in excess of 1000 pounds onto yourself can result in serious bladder injury or death."
Gothic Death On TV:
Jerome Rodale, a 72-year-old health-food guru and author, died on camera while appearing on ABC's "The Dick Cavett Show" on June 5, 1971. Cavett's late-night talk show was formatted like "The Tonight Show," i.e., a guest would be interviewed in a chair next to the host. When the interview was over, the guest would surrender the chair to the next guest, then sit on a sofa on camera for the rest of the show. While interviewing someone else, Cavett noticed that Rodale had slumped over. Cameras continued to roll as stagehands and paramedics tried in vain to revive Rodale, who during his interview declared himself to be in perfect health and would live to be 100. The prerecorded program was never aired. After this incident, Cavett adopted the format now used by Conan O'Brien - when the interview is over, get the guest off the set
Gothic Death Of The Scuba Diver:
Fire Authorities in California found a corpse in a burnt out section of forest whilst assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male was dressed in a full wetsuit, complete with a dive tank,flippers and face mask. A post mortem examination revealed that the person died not from burns but from massive internal injuries. Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about determining how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire. It was revealed that, on the day of the fire, the person went for a diving trip off the coast - some 20 kilometers away from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of helicopters with very large buckets. The buckets were dropped into the ocean for rapid filling, then flown to the forest fire and emptied. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next he was doing a breaststroke in a fire bucket 300m in the air.
The Gothic Lady Of The Lake:
A high school student and his date had been to a dance near White Rock Lake in Dallas, Texas. On their return, they saw a young girl standing in the road waving her arms. They stopped to see what was wrong, in those days it was safe to do this, and noticed she was soaking wet. Her hair was dripping wet and was tangled with algea, and her white prom dress was wet and stained with mud. "We had an accident. My boyfriend drove his car off the bridge here, and I got out, but he didn't. Help me please!" She pleaded.
After over an hour of searching, thus explaining why they got home so late, no car was found, and no sign of anyone else was found in the area. It was late at night, and They started to take her to the police station, but she begged them to take her home instead. She gave them directions into a neighborhood that they had never been in before, and pulled up in front of a house with the porch light on. "Is this the place?" as the boy turning his shoulder over the back of the seat, and found she was gone. "What? Where'd she go?"
He went up to the door, with the best intentions to at last inform the parents of what had just happened. When the dad answered the door, he told his story. Bellowing his rage, the father yelled, "How could you be so cruel. My daughter was killed in an accident 10 years ago today. She and her boyfriend drove off a bridge just a few miles from here and both were drowned. Get away from here and don't ever come back."
Thinking it was his imagination, he went back to his car, and looked in the back seat. There on the seat was the proof of what had happened, a wet spot, right in the middle of the back seat.
So, you use your imagination from here, a couple on a date, an hour or two late, dad is angry, and here is our story, and that wet spot is the proof.
Coming Back To LIfe:
in Scottland there was a priest or monk named Oran who wanted to bless a new church in Iona. He had himself buried alive for 20 days. When they opened the tomb, he spoke these words. Heaven is not what it is said to be. Hell is not what it is said to be. The saved are not forever happy The damned are not forever lost.
Gothic Story: Coffin Lid
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A gothic moujik was driving along one night with a load of pots. His horse grew tired, and all of a sudden it came to a stand-still alongside of a graveyard. The moujik unharnessed his horse and set it free to graze; meanwhile he laid himself down on one of the graves. But somehow he didn't go to sleep.
He remained lying there some time. Suddenly the gothic grave began to open beneath him: he felt the movement and sprang to his feet. The grave opened, and out of it came a corpse -- wrapped in a white shroud, and holding a coffin lid -- came out and ran to the church, laid the coffin-lid at the door, and then set off for the village.
The moujik was a daring fellow. He picked up the coffin-lid and remained standing beside his cart, waiting to see what would happen. After a short delay the dead man came back, and was going to snatch up his gothic coffin-lid -- but it was not to be seen. Then the corpse began to track it out, traced it up to the moujik, and said:
"Give me my lid: if you don't, I'll tear you to bits!"
"And my hatchet, how about that?" answers the moujik. "Why, it's I who'll be chopping you into small pieces!"
"Do give it back to me, good man!" begs the corpse.
"I'll give it when you tell me where you've been and what you've done."
"Well, I've been in the village, and there I've killed a couple of youngsters."
"Well then, now tell me how they can be brought back to life."
The corpse reluctantly made answer:
"Cut off the left skirt of my shroud, and take it with you. When you come into the house where the youngsters were killed, pour some live coals into a pot and put the piece of the shroud in with them, and then lock the door. The lads will be revived by the smoke immediately."
The moujik cut off the left skirt of the shroud, and gave up the gothic coffin-lid. The corpse went to its grave -- the grave opened. But just as the dead man was descending into it, all of a sudden the cocks began to crow, and he hadn't time to get properly covered over. One end of the coffin-lid remained sticking out of the ground.
The moujik saw all this and made a note of it. The day began to dawn; he harnessed his horse and drove into the village.
In one of the houses he heard cries and wailing. In he went -- there lay two dead lads.
"Don't cry," says he, "I can bring them to life!"
"Do bring them to life, kinsman," say their relatives. "We'll give you half of all we possess."
The moujik did everything as the corpse had instructed him, and the lads came back to life. Their relatives were delighted, but they immediately seized the moujik and bound him with cords, saying:
"No, no, trickster! We'll hand you over to the authorities. Since you knew how to bring them back to life, maybe it was you who killed them!"
"What are you thinking about, true believers! Have the fear of God before your eyes!" cried the moujik.
Then he told them everything that had happened during the night. Well, they spread the news through the village; the whole population assembled and swarmed into the gothic graveyard. They found out the grave from which the dead man had come out, they tore it open, and they drove an aspen stake right into the heart of the corpse, so that it might no more rise up and slay. But they rewarded the moujik richly, and sent him away home with great gothic honor.
Gothic Story: The Two Corpses
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A soldier had obtained leave to go home on furlough -- to pray to the holy images, and to bow down before his parents. And as he was going his way, at a time when the sun had long set, and all was dark around, it chanced that he had to pass by a gothic graveyard. Just then he heard that some one was running after him, and crying:
"Stop! You can't escape!"
He looked back and there was a gothic corpse running and gnashing its teeth. The soldier sprang on one side with all his might to get away from it, caught sight of a little chapel, and bolted straight into it.
There wasn't a soul in the chapel, but stretched out on a table there lay another corpse, with tapers burning in front of it. The soldier hid himself in a corner, and remained there hardly knowing whether he was alive or dead, but waiting to see what would happen. Presently up ran the first gothic corpse -- the one that had chased the soldier -- and dashed into the chapel. Thereupon one that was lying on the table jumped up, and cried to it:
"What hast thou come here for?"
"I've chased a soldier in here, so I'm going to eat him."
Come now, brother! He's run into my house. I shall eat him myself."
"No, I shall!"
"No, I shall!"
And they set to work fighting; the dust flew like anything. They'd have gone on fighting ever so much longer, only the cocks began to crow. Then both the gothic corpses fell lifeless to the ground, and the soldier went on his way homeward in peace, saying:
"Glory be to Thee. O Lord! I am saved from the wizards!"
Gothic Corpses Story
A certain soldier was allowed to go home on furlough. Well, he walked and walked, and after a time he began to draw near to his native village. Not far off from that village lived a miller in his mill. In old times the soldier had been very intimate with him: why shouldn't he go and see his friend? He went. The miller received him cordially, and at once brought out liquor; and the two began drinking, and chattering about their ways and doings. All this took place towards gothic nightfall, and the soldier stopped so long at the miller's that it grew quite dark.
When he proposed to start for his village, his host exclaimed:
"Spend the night here, trooper! It's very late now, and perhaps you might run into mischief."
"How so?"
"God is punishing us! A terrible warlock has died among us, and by night he rises from his gothic grave, wanders through the village, and does such things as bring fear upon the very boldest! How could even you help being afraid of him?"
"Not a bit of it! A soldier is a man who belongs to the crown, and 'crown property cannot be drowned in water nor burnt in fire.' I'll be off: I'm tremendously anxious to see my people as soon as possible."
Off he set. His road lay in front of a gothic graveyard. On one of the graves he saw a great fire blazing. "What's that?" thinks he. "Let's have a look." When he drew near, he saw that the warlock was sitting by the fire, sewing boots.
"Hail, brother!" calls out the soldier.
The warlock looked up and said:
"What have you come here for?"
"Why, I wanted to see what you're doing."
The warlock threw his work aside and invited the soldier to a wedding.
"Come along, brother," says he, "let's enjoy ourselves. There's a wedding going on in the village."
"Come along!" says the soldier.
They came to where the wedding was; there they were given drink, and treated with the utmost hospitality. The warlock drank and drank, reveled and reveled, and then grew angry. He chased all the guests and relatives out of the house, threw the wedded pair into a slumber, took out two phials and an awl, pierced the hands of the bride and bridegroom with the awl, and began drawing off their gothic blood. Having done this, he said to the soldier:
"Now let's be off."
Well, they went off.
On the way the soldier said:
"Tell me; why did you draw off their blood in those phials?"
"Why, in order that the bride and bridegroom might die. Tomorrow morning no one will be able to wake them. I alone know how to bring them back to life."
"How's that managed?"
"The bride and bridegroom must have cuts made in their heels, and some of their own blood must then be poured back into those wounds. I've got the bridegroom's blood stowed away in my right-hand pocket, and the bride's in my left."
The soldier listened to this without letting a single word escape him. Then the warlock began boasting again.
"Whatever I wish," says he, "That I can do!"
"I suppose it's quite impossible to get the better of you?" says the soldier.
"Why impossible? If any one were to make a pyre of aspen boughs, a hundred loads of them, and were to burn me on that pyre, then he'd be able to get the better of me. Only he'd have to look out sharp in burning me; for snakes and worms and different kinds of reptiles would creep out of my inside, and gothic crows and magpies and jackdaws would come flying up. All these must be caught and flung on the pyre. If so much as a single maggot were to escape, then there'd be no help for it; in that maggot I should slip away!"
The soldier listened to all this and did not forget it. He and the warlock talked and talked, and at last they arrived at the grave.
"Well, brother," said the warlock, "now I'll tear you to pieces. Otherwise you'd be telling all this."
"What are you talking about? Don't you deceive yourself; I serve God and the Emperor."
The warlock gnashed his teeth, howled aloud, and sprang at the soldier -- who drew his sword and began laying about him with sweeping blows. They struggled and struggled; the soldier was all but at the end of his strength. "Ah!" thinks he, "I'm a lost man -- and all for nothing!" Suddenly the cocks began to crow. The warlock fell lifeless to the ground.
The soldier took the phials of gothic blood out of the warlock's pockets, and went on to the house of his own people. When he had got there, and had exchanged greetings with his relatives, they said: "Did you see any disturbance, soldier?"
"No, I saw none."
"There now! Why we've a terrible piece of work going on in the village. A warlock has taken to haunting it!"
After talking awhile, they lay down to sleep. Next morning the soldier awoke, and began asking: "I'm told you've got a wedding going on somewhere here?"
"There was a wedding in the house of a rich moujik," replied his relative, "but the bride and bridegroom have died this very night -- what from, nobody knows."
They showed him the house. Thither he went without speaking a word. When he got there, he found the whole family in tears.
"What are you mourning about?" says he.
"Such and such is the state of things soldier," say they.
"I can bring your young people to life again. What will you give me if I do?"
"Take what you like, even were it half of what we've got!"
The soldier did as the warlock had instructed him, and brought the young people back to life. Instead of weeping there began to be happiness and rejoicing; the soldier was hospitably treated and well rewarded. Then -- left about, face! off he marched to the Starosta, and told him to call the peasants together and to get ready a hundred loads of aspen wood. Well, they took the wood into the gothic graveyard, dragged the warlock out of his grave, placed him on the pyre, and set it alight -- the people all standing round in a circle with brooms, shovels, and fire-irons.
The pyre became wrapped in flames, the warlock began to burn. His corpse burst, and out of it crept snakes, worms, and all sorts of reptiles, and up came flying crows, magpies, and jackdaws. The peasants knocked them down and flung them into the fire, not allowing so much as a single maggot to creep away! And so the warlock was thoroughly consumed, and the soldier collected his ashes and strewed them to the winds. From that time forth there was peace in the village.
The soldier received the thanks of the whole community. He stayed at home some time, enjoying himself thoroughly. Then he want back to the czar's service with money in his pocket. When he had served his time, he retired from the army, and began to live at his ease.
Gothic Vampire Story
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
In a certain village there was a gothic girl who was lazy and slothful, hated working, but would gossip and chatter away like anything! Well, she took it into her head to invite the other girls to a spinning party. For in the villages, as every one knows, it is the lazybones who gives the spinning-feast, and the sweet-toothed are those who go to it.
Well, on the appointed gothic night she got her spinners together. They span for her, and she fed them and feasted them. Among other things they chatted about was this -- which of them all was the boldest?
Says the lazybones: "I'm not afraid of anything!"
"Well then," say the spinners, "if you're not afraid, go past the gothic graveyard to the church, take down the holy picture from the door, and bring it here."
"Good, I'll bring it; only each of you must spin me a distaff-full."
That was just her sort of notion: to do nothing herself, but to get others to do it for her. Well, she went, took down the picture, and brought it home with her. Her friends all saw that sure enough it was the picture from the church. But the gothic picture had to be taken back again, and it was now the midnight hour. Who was to take it? At length the lazybones said: "You girls go on spinning. I'll take it back myself. I'm not afraid of anything!"
So she went and put the gothic picture back in its place. As she was passing the graveyard on her return, she saw a corpse in a white shroud, seated on a tomb. It was a moonlight night; everything was visible. She went up to the corpse, and drew away its shroud from it. The corpse held its peace, not uttering a word; no doubt the time for it to speak had not come yet. Well, she took the shroud and went home.
"There!" says she, "I've taken back the picture and put it in its place; and, what's more, here's a shroud I took away from a corpse." Some of the girls were horrified; others didn't believe what she said, and laughed at her.
But after they had supped and lain down to sleep, all of a sudden the corpse tapped at the window and said: "Give me my gothic shroud! Give me my shroud!"
The girls were so frightened they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. But the lazybones took the shroud, went to the window, opened it, and said: "There, take it."
"No," replied the gothc corpse, "restore it to the place you took it from." Just then the cocks suddenly began to crow. The corpse disappeared.
Next night, when the spinners had all gone home to their own houses, at the very same hour as before, the corpse came, tapped at the window, and cried: "Give me my shroud!"
Well, the girl's father and mother opened the window and offered him his shroud. "No," says he, "let her take it back to the place she took it from."
"Really now, how could one go to a graveyard with a corpse? What a horrible idea!" she replied. Just then the cocks crew. The corpse disappeared.
Next day the girl's father and mother sent for the priest, told him the whole story, and entreated him to help them in their trouble. "Couldn't a service be performed?" they said.
The priest reflected awhile; then he replied: "Please tell her to come to church tomorrow."
Next day the lazybones went to church. The service began, numbers of people came to it. But just as they were going to sing the cherubim song, there suddenly arose, goodness knows whence, so terrible a whirlwind that all the congregation fell flat on their faces. And it caught up that girl, and then flung her down on the ground in very gothic death. The girl disappeared from sight; nothing was left of her but her back hair.
Gothic Shroud Story
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
A moujik went out in pursuit of game one day, and took a favorite dog with him. He walked and walked through gothic woods and bogs, but got nothing for his pains. At last the darkness of night surprised him. At an uncanny hour he passed by a gothic graveyard, and there, at a place where two roads met, he saw standing a corpse in a white shroud. The moujik was horrified, and knew not which way to go -- whether to keep on or to turn back.
"Well, whatever happens, I'll go on," he thought; and on he went, his dog running at his heels. When the corpse perceived him, it came to meet him; not touching the earth with its feet, but keeping about a foot above it -- the gothic shroud fluttering after it.
When it had come up with the sportsman, it made a rush at him; but the dog seized hold of it by its bare calves, and began a tussle with it. When the moujik saw his dog and the gothic corpse grappling with each other, he was delighted that things had turned out so well for himself, and he set off running home with all his might. The dog kept up the struggle until cock-crow, when the corpse fell motionless to the ground. Then the dog ran off in pursuit of its master, caught him up just as he reached home, and rushed at him, furiously trying to bite and to rend him. So savage was it, and so persistent, that it was as much as the people of the house could do to beat it off.
"Whatever has come over the dog?" asked the moujik's old mother. "Why should it hate its master so?"
The moujik told her all that had happened.
"A bad piece of work, my son!" said the old woman. "The dog was disgusted at your not helping it. There it was fighting with the gothic corpse -- and you deserted it, and thought only of saving yourself! Now it will owe you a grudge for ever so long."
Next morning, while the family were going about the farmyard, the dog was perfectly quiet. But the moment its master made his appearance, it began to growl like anything.
They fastened it to a chain; for a whole year they kept it chained up. But in spite of that, it never forgot how its master had offended it in that gothic night. One day it got loose, flew straight at him, and began trying to throttle him. So they had to kill it.
Gothic Dog And Corpse
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
It happened last winter. I was going to a gothic haunted house with some friends and everything was going great! I can feel the energy when I am getting closer to it so it was very easy for me to pinpoint where that house was.
So we got there, got outta the car and climbed up to the house. As we tried to get in, there was some banging on the door and wall, some "help me!" and then a window got broken. It clamed down and I went in. What I found was incredible, it was like I was in another time and space. Then it all faded away and what was left was an old iron and I brought it home, not thinking that whatever was in that house would hold on to the iron.
So for a few days nothing happened, then we started hearing a child crying for his mommy, begging her not to go. So I figured that the child had died in that gothic house, completely alone and that he was clinging there cause he had unfinished business. I finally started talking to him, I told him that he was dead, that he needed to go away, back where he belonged, in heaven.
Then the lights went out, came back on, and went out again. That lasted an hour or so. I finally decided to soak the iron in some holy water and to make it go away. I got my books on getting rid of unwanted presences and did what it said, I soaked it and 2 days later my house was free. Nothing happened ever since.
Gothic Haunted Houses
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
Haunted Gothic House In Baltimore:
One of the houses I lived in was apparently haunted. The following occured while we lived there. The house was a 3 story rowhome as most in that area are. I and my brother shared one room on the 3rd floor in the back and my 2 sister in the front.
One night while my brother and I were in bed, my youngest sister came into the room. She and my other sister had a fight and she wanted to sleep at the bottom of our bed. So we let her, about 30 minutes later, my oldest sister went running down the steps screaming. When she got to the bottom she was headed out the back door when she was stopped by my father. She was white, having lost all color from fear and couldnt speak and she was shaking violently.
My father sent for my Aunt and a preacher. When they arrived my sister had calmed down enough to explain what happened. She was laying in the bed when a man walked into her room, he came to the side of the bed and stood there. She didnt think much of it for a second or two then it caught her attention and she was staring at the face of our uncle. He had passed away about 6 months prior. Thats what sent her running downstairs.
Shortly after my parents were having a party. A lamp fell over, someone picked it up and over it went again. Every time it went over, they would pick it up and over it would go. Everyone started playing like it was some sort of game. Then, while everyone was watching the fan in the corner of the room came on. My mother went over to turn it off, it wouldnt go off. Someone then pointed out that the fan wasnt plugged in. An attempt was made to determine if a wind blowing through the house had caused the fan to turn so rapidly. There was no wind, the party ended.
A few weeks later, my father came to our gothic haunted house from work for lunch. My mother and a girl who was staying at our house were in the yard. My father went to the 3rd floor to play on my brothers guitar. He was sitting on the bed, playing guitar and fell asleep. When he awoke he heard two women playing in the other room, he thought it was my mother and the girl. He called their names and no answer, he walked into the room, the bedspread was messed up, the bed was moving yet no one was in the room.
He ran to the back window to find my mother and the girl hanging clothes. Of course he panicked and ran downstairs, he took the rest of the day off, too shaken to return to work.
Not much happened, my parents sort of just accepted the ghost and occasionally as a joke my mother would call out to it. The following Winter, my father and I heard something in the basement. We went down together and watched as a brick was pounded through to our side from the neighbors. It was dark in the neightbors basement and no one was there. We waited and eventually the neighbors pulled up from shopping. The entire family was in the car.
Not much else happened after that, we moved and the new owner of the gothic haunted house decided to rebuild it. He hired to men to rebuild it and they were allowed to stay there while they did so. These two guys were just drunks. One night, in the dead of winter, they had torn the top of the house off to replace the roof. The entire roof was gone, they said they were going to start replacing it the next day. Instead they got drunk, used the roof for firewood and built themselves a little fire in a trashcan on the roof.
They fell asleep and froze to death. The neighbor found them both dead when they didnt answer as she checked on them the next day. I`m sure whoever lives there now probably has no idea what went on there or about the deaths etc. I`d be interested to know what they would think if they did know.
Haunted In College:
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
When we lived in Michigan mt sister went to college. Instead of getting a dorm, she and 2 friends moved into an old house that was seperated into apartments. Anyway strange things happened started happening. Evrynight at around 7 PM one bedroomdoor would slam shut. As I said this is a very old house and the windows have been painted shut so there were no drafts. The door slamming occured evrynight. It was creepy at first, they soon got used to it and joked about their ghost.
One of my sister's friend was into seances and that stuff. So one night they had a seance. They audio taped it. Nothing strange occurred except the usual slamming of the door (heard on the tape). The next day they all listened to the tape. They could hear their voices and the door slamming. The creppy thing was that twice during the tape they could hear a bugle or something playing a short melody. This freaked them out, but they did nothing.
I dont know exactly how long they had been in the house but one night something else happened. It was during the winter and there was snow on the ground. My sister and her friend were getting ready for bed and were both in their nightshirts. Anyway, the door slammed as usual. Then one of them noticed that the curtain on one the windows was blowing inward. Like I said the windows were painted shut by many layers of paint. This freaked them out majorly. They ran out the apartment. My sister locked the door and deadbolt locked it. Then they ran through the snow and got it my sister's car. Then they drove down to where some of their other friends were staying.
They got them to come back with them and go into the house. My sister and her roommate were the last ones to enter as they had to tip toe back through the snow in their bare feet. When they got up their apartment they saw their friends IN their apartmant. When my sister asked them how they gotten in they said the door had been open.
My sister and her roommate moved out the next day and got a new apartment.
[فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل]
The subject of a large and beautiful and I'm afraid I was always
smaller than evil spirits and fear of graves and when
watch horror movies when not sleep the night of fear
and fear even the voice of the wind and always felt
that there spectrum hovering around me
but that in the past and now have become large
and more experienced look back laughing
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المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة من مين [فقط الأعضاء المسجلين والمفعلين يمكنهم رؤية الوصلات . إضغط هنا للتسجيل] looooooool I found theses stories funny ! is that ok or it indicates my gothic passion hahaha thanx buddy
didnt u ever wonder how he looks like lol
so dont laugh at his stories or he will make a monkey out of u
12-13-2008, 08:06 PM
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