▶ My Ghost Story
Ok, so, I actually have a fairly interesting true story.
When I was little we lived on a farm and this is when things started happening, but my memory is a little fuzzy about some stuff because I was small so I’ll tell you what I remember of that…at night we used to be in our beds and hear footsteps like someone was walking around our kitchen and dining area in steel toe boots, and on more than one occasion my family saw unexplained things, but the thing that sticks out most in my memory was when my mom and I were alone in the house once and she was in the bathroom and I was 3 rooms away and heard her call me…well, we ran into each other half way and at the both time said,”What do you need?” apparently we both heard each other call for the other at the same time, but neither of us had said a word.
The house was just in general creepy…if you were trying to go to sleep at night you’d feel watched or even suffocated.
We moved when I was 12 and moved a few states away and things stayed quiet, but when I turned 15 things started happening again.
Its not really scary, nor supposed to be, but whatever.
To understand a certain bit, you need to know I am diabetic, and if my blood sugars go to low I will start dying.
I go to sleep with my door shut, and I’m a light sleeper and wake up if someone opens it, but only if someone opens it. I was sleeping, after going to sleep with a lower than usual nuber, at a five. I thought I’d be fine, but I stayed up a bit later, so I was probably on a four when I went to sleep.(four is when I start dying)
After a little while of sleeping, I woke up with a figure that looked sort of like my brother standing over me, telling me to get up. I asked if there was a problem, and my blood test kit hit my in the face. The figure simply said, “Test.”
I did a blood test, and asked if it could turn on the light, it told me there was a light on the side of the test kit. I found out I was a 2.6, which is very low. My dextros (sugar) hit me in the face and in my disorintated state, I found it hard to open, so I asked for help. Suddenly it wasn’t there. After a couple of seconds, I fixed the low blood sugars, and in the more concious state, I realised something.
My door had never opened. Whatever was in my room saved my life.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Weeper answered: Wow! 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
▶ Mackenzie Poltergeist
I’ve experience this myself when I went to the Fringe festival.
George MacKenzie was in charge of the Prison in the 17th Century and - working for King Charles II - persecuted the Scots Presbyterians known as Covenanters.
MacKenzie was also local Advocate and became infamous for the glee with which he would sentence the Convenanters to swing on the gallows. He was most definitely a “hanging judge” and gained the nickname “bloody” George Mackenzie.
MacKenzie’s tomb is near the site of the prison, however this is not where the poltergeist activity takes place. It seems that the ghostly judge prefers to haunt the last resting place of his victims within the prison.
The area has - like much of Edinburgh - been the site of much paranormal activity and ghost sightings over the centuries. However the poltergeist only really became active after an incident in 1998 when a “tired and emotional” local homeless man opened and desecrated the sealed MacKenzie tomb.
Since then the MacKenzie poltergeist appears to have been on a rampage and there have been numerous reports of tourists and visitors to the Covenantor’s Prison being set upon by an unfriendly entity.
Like many other poltergeists, Mackenzie has its victims. But unlike many other poltergeists, Mackenzie’s victims rise over hundreds. There is a book published on the entity - The Ghost Who Haunted Itself.
I bought and read it when I went to Edinburgh last year. It certainly is a scare, and now you can embark on a tour. The tomb of Mackenzie certainly is spooky and gives off a horrible a vibe - if you look it too long, it feels like something looks back and makes you look away. I’m visiting again next year, I will embark on the tour, and hopefully tell you more about it!
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: I found a link about the book you mentioned which is a good read. Thank you for sharing—give us an update on what your second trip was like!
▶ Not that scary but this is what my Tia told me
I don’t really know if this is true but, one day when my sister and I were visiting our relatives down in Houston, my Tia Mary and Tia Anita went swimming late at night, so my Tia Mary started to tell us scary stories, she told us how when she was just a little girl she woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (my grandma lives in a two story house, so my Tia had to go downstairs to use the bathroom, and this house was very old) when she got into the bathroom, (also there was a lump directly under the floor, she told me it was a well) she was using the toilet when the door handle started to jiggle suddenly, she sat there freaked out, she didn’t know what to do but to scream for her mom, when my grandma finally came to see what she was screaming about, she told her mom what happened and her mom replied saying that she didn’t see anyone out there.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: My first thought was ‘wow what a rude ghost!' 4/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
▶ The Wheeler Street House
sailorsugarbear submitted to fuckyeahnightmares:
So this happened just two or three days before Halloween this year (2011). But I was at a friends Halloween party and we decided to go to a park and hang out there for a little. Well while we were there a few of my friends brought up this house on Wheeler street, about how it was all burnt down now and no one ever goes there. Well they said they wanted to go and asked if anyone else wanted to go with them; I thought about it but then I was like I rather stay here and not freak myself out. So they left and we stayed at the park, but it eventually it got cold and we went back to the house and waited for them to come back.
My friend Jake then recieved a call from them that when they got there some freaky things started to happen and now Zach’s car isn’t working right. So when they got back they told ud what happened. See two of them stayed in the car while the other two went up to the house with a flashlight; the two in the car we talking and stuff until they saw a shadowly figure crawling and running around the car they were in and getting close to the doors that they were near and while that happened to them the two checking out the burnt remained freaked out because they saw a figure infront of them and slowly coming towards them. Then then ran for the car and drove away and a few miles away Zachs car started to have the problem.
Since I lived on Wheeler Street for a while I googled and searched for this house until I found it and I was surprised because I never heard of this house on the country bound Wheeler street that I used to live on; but what happened there was creepy. The father of the family starved his son to death in the basement, killed his two daughters and shot or stabbed his wife to death before taking his own life. The house was then burnt down later by other people. So in the morning me and three other people when to the house and found a creepy looking skull in the basement and a red mask sitting in the middle of what used to be a living room.
Later I went on Halloween night after trick or treating, and I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched and followed so I held tight unto both of my friends I was with while taking pictures of everything. Nothing showed up on the photos.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: too bad none of the photos showed up! 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
heyo~ Mod Fey here. You’ve seen me around a bit but I haven’t shared my family ghost story yet, so while I’m waiting to get to the bottom of your submissions in the inbox (there are a LOT, so thank you very much not just for sharing your stories, but for your patience with us getting through them!) I decided it’s time to share!
My grandparents had an old house in Shaler Township, PA (It’s a bit North of Pittsburgh.) It was built very close to the hillside, only a two-foot gap (at best!) existed between it and the hill. It was very old (for the US at least, haha), even though it was well-kept, the windows were the thick wavy glass that older buildings have. There was a large porch with a crawlspace under it, an upstairs floor with very few windows, and a large basement painted gray everywhere (even the floor). But the room I remember the most vividly was the hallway with dark doors leading to the bar, bedroom and closet on one side, and the other side had openings into the kitchen and living room.
I absolutely HATED that hallway.
This isn’t really scary but it kinda creeped me out when it happened. It was around 8:30-9 p.m in my room, and I was skyping with a friend.
I live pretty close to this street that has a bunch of bridges on it known as the Gates of Hell.
▶ The Ghosts On The Farm
A few years back we got flooded so moved to my mums old boyfriends farm. techniccally it was his sisters but he owned a plot of land and lived on it in a caravan so we stayed their all winter through to summer until the house got re-carpeted. the farm was over 400 years old. it had the main drive, a long stretch or tarmac about 40 metres long and 18 metres wide, there was always 5 cars and a massive horse transporter on the drive, his sister also had a catterry on site and that was hidden behing some trees, there was the main farm house which was huge and covered in ivy. it was split into 2 houses, his sisters and his niece’s house. his sisters was the older house, nis niece’s house was about 100 years old (an extension) there was a large stable block round the back with a riding center, and two medium paddocks and one huge one at the back (where i once had a horrible expierience of almost being trampled saving my cousin from an angry horse). but anyway.
It’s not much of a scare but a friend and I used to play around with the Ouija board when we were younger. We thought it was cool to do something like that because it was forbidden. For weeks we would play with it and talk to the spirits who were around. They’d give advice, tell us how they died, or just spell out random words. I really don’t remember all the details of it now. Not that it mattered.
Oh great, the one time I choose to view this blog while home alone, and I just felt something brush against my cheek, like someone’s hand caressing it, and saw a shadow on the wall in my hallway mirror. My apartment is very old compared to most in my town, about 30 years, and I’ve always felt iffy about one of the rooms. I live here with my boyfriend and another friend, there are three rooms total so one is unused. I keep it closed because it just feels… wrong. And the shadow that passed my mirror was headed to that goddamn room. FYI, I’m absolutely terrified right now.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: This was submitted a while ago, do you have any updates? 6/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
▶ "Don’t scare me like that!"
Not really a scary story, but my mom used to see her grandfather for years after he passed. One day, she was leaving her room, opened the door, and he was there. She screamed, mostly because she wasn’t expecting anyone to be there and said, “Don’t DO that!” and he looked sad and faded away. She said, “No no! Just announce a little better!” He showed up again, but thought it was an interesting story you’d like. :)
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: That’s really sweet! 3/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
▶ 3 stories in one
I’ve always believed in the paranormal—but i’ve never had much of a profound experience—however—i have had small occurrences happen to me that keep be from becoming a skeptic (i am a very practical person), my first experience was when i was around 15 or 16 at a family friends house when i was watching TV, nothing scary at all, in fact it was a cute pet show on animal planet, but i happened to look up at an angel statue sitting on the entertainment system where a blue orb sort of ‘faded’ into existence and hovered around the figure for at least five minutes before it dissapeared from view, i really wasn’t frightened by it, i was very calm, and i made sure to look for anything that could be reflecting this odd, perfectly round, blue orb, the blinds were closed on the tv and no one seemed to see it but me though there were two adults in the room at the same time—i always think back to this and wondered what this weird phenomenon could possibly be.
▶ The Moving Clown Doll
When I was about 7 or 8 my best friend and I had a sleepover at her house. She had a clown doll that we really hated that was standing downstairs in the livingroom. We ate lots of candy and then went to bed. After a while I woke up, terrified, because I was having a nightmare about the clown, chasing us up the stairs, to the bedroom we where sleeping in. I looked at my friend to find her staring at me, pretty shocked. We opened the bedroom door, without saying a word, and we found the doll sitting in front of her room.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: oooh heeelll no. Dolls are considered ‘empty vessels’ and are considered very easy to possess. I hope that she was able to get rid of it (they’re also notorious for returning to their owners!) 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!