Lady Zod asked for it...a ghost thread!

[enyawd72]

Okay...time for a ghost story.

First off, I will say that until 2001 I was a skeptic who never really believed in ghosts, never having experienced anything of the sort.

Then I went to work at Ashtabula Cinemas 8, and that all changed.
I started off working concessions. Heard stories about the place, which really was built on top of an Indian burial ground. In fact Ashtabula itself is an Indian name and the entire town is supposed to be cursed.

Anyway, about three months into my employment I was offered the position of full time maintenance/custodian because the guy quit abruptly. That should have been my first clue. Dummy me took the job and was given keys.

I worked all alone, coming in either late at night or early in the mornings, cleaning all the theatres, lobby, restrooms, trash, light maintenence etc. Within a week I began having experiences which I'll list below.

Theater one: Heard a baby crying and giggling while I was sweeping in there. Froze me in my tracks.
Theater two: On two separate occasions I felt as if I wasn't alone, looked up and saw a single seat in an aisle rocking back and forth as if someone had just gotten up.
Theater three: I was mopping up a spill when I heard the side door next to me open. It's one of those where you have to push the bar down and it opened into an glass foyer with nowhere to hide. I ran out to SEE the door STILL CLOSING, and NO ONE was there, inside or out, but me. I set my mop on the floor, set the alarm, and left immediately.
Theater four: This was the worst one. This theater had a door on the front which opened out into another hallway leading to theaters five and six. I was mopping in there one day, looked up, and saw the shadow of two legs on the other side of the door. I was absolutely frozen in fear. As I watched, the shadow actually WALKED AWAY. That was the SECOND time I dropped my stuff and left.
Theater eight: I had just emptied the trash and forgotten to bring a fresh bag with me. Upon returning to the theater, the exit door to the outside was standing wide open, and can only be opened from inside.

Now, those were my experiences, and while I was there, three female managers quit over experiences they had. Two of them actually called 911 and locked themselves in the office after seeing a shadow figure in a hallway one night after closing. The Sheriff responded to many alarm calls of motion sensors going off in the building when no one was there, and two female customers even ran out screaming one night, saying something had whispered in their ears and touched them. A contractor installing new carpeting also quit on the job after one night and said he wouldn't come back. He did not give a reason.

Things eventually got so bad that employees and customers alike didn't want to be there. I quit in 2004 after having had enough. In 2006, the place closed due to lack of business, despite getting blockbuster movies. It was bulldozed to the ground and an empty overgrown lot now sits there. That's my story.

I have never had another experience since quitting there nine years ago. I am thoroughly convinced that theater was haunted.

[johnmiic]

One member here said they knew a couple who moved out of an apartment in Brooklyn, NY because it was haunted. He said things would fly off the shelves. I don't recall who it was but would really like to hear the full story if they read this thread.

[LadyZod]

That's a really eerie account! Thanks for sharing.

My experiences occurred between the ages of 17 and 25.

When I was 17 I shared a bedroom with my sister who was 11 at the time. I was grounded for missing curfew or something and found myself at home on Saturday night. My dad worked the nightshift and had already left. My mom went to sleep.

My sister was in the bed next to me snoring, and I was up watching Saturday Night Live. Our bedroom door was open, and during one of the sketches, I saw out of the corner of my eye what I assumed to be my mom walk by the door in the hallway leading to my bathroom. I didn't think much of it, since I figured she was there to steal toilet paper or something that was running low in their bathroom. I saw the light in the bathroom go on, since it illuminated the hallway. When the show went to commercial, not too long after (as you know how short most SNL sketches tend to be towards the end of the show), I got up to check on my mom as I found it odd that I didn't notice her leave or close the bathroom door.

The bathroom was empty, and the light was on. Annoyed, I turned it off, closed the door and stalked towards my parents room. My mom was in bed snoring like all get out. Now I was really annoyed, she went to my bathroom, left the light on and fell asleep immediately? I woke her up and asked what the heck? She got mad to waking her and said she had not gone to my bathroom. That I was imagining stuff. So I walked back to my room. The bathroom light was on again, and the door was closed. Figured my sister got up. Walked into my room, and she was still snoring. I closed my bedroom door, and stayed up all night watching TV trying to convince myself it didn't happen.


My next experience was when I was 25. My mom had just passed away and we were all grieving in my house. My sister was 18, and my dad was destroyed. My aunt and uncle moved in with us to keep us from self destructing.

I had a job that required me to drive 45 minutes away, which meant in South Florida traffic I was usually stuck traveling a couple of hours back and forth. I would come home exhausted from work and travel. First thing I always did was go to my room and dump my things.

My room looked like a dorm. I had my art table, computer station, couch, TV, shelves with toys, and framed pieces of Superman comic art and autographed pictures of Superman related actors.

I came home one night around 10pm and every framed piece of art and photo were hanging crooked. Now, to understand the weirdness of this... I'm freaking with hanging things. I can't stand stuff not being straight, so I used a level, and 2 pegs (not common nails), one on each corner of the frame to put them up. Every piece (and I had at least 10 photos and another 15 pieces of art) were each hanging from one corner, on one peg. The other peg was still there, so you'd have to physically lift the piece off the single peg.

I asked if anyone was in my room. Everyone in the house denied it.

The next night, the same thing. The same denial.

The next night, again... I was starting to get annoyed. I called everyone to my room and asked again... everyone denied it. We ran experiments. We slammed doors. Hit the wall from the other side (it was an external wall.) Ran the vacuum. My dad ran the lawn equipment under my bedroom window (which was on that wall.) Nothing. No movement. No vibrations of any kind.

I didn't have access to a camera. I wish I did. I would have set it up. Instead, I went low-fi. I locked my bedroom door. I tied thin black sewing string in the entrance to my room on the other side of the door. I went to work.

I came home that night. I checked the door. Still locked. I had the only key (I changed the lock on my door and my dad didn't know.) I opened the door. String still there. Looked at the wall... empty. Looked on the floor in front of my bed, and I swear to G-d... every framed piece was neatly stacked, leaning at the foot of my bed. I just about crapped my pants. I yelled for everyone to come see. They all stood there dumbfounded.

My sister says, "It's mom you know. She's ****ed. She thinks we've forgotten her and is trying to get our attention."

My aunt agreed. My uncle called us stupid. My dad was speechless. I was just tired of working all day, driving and being stuck in Miami traffic for hours only to come home and fix the stuff on my wall every single night.

So I walked into my room and loudly said (roughly translated from Spanish), "Ok mom, I get it. You're here. I haven't forgotten you. Could you please stop messing with my stuff?"

Never happened again.

Other weird things happened to my sister and dad during that time that I was present for, but my post is getting way too long.

[TomStrong]

My wife once saw a doppelgänger of her stepdad fixing our lawn mower. She called her mom to tell them thanks, but her mom said he's sitting right here and hadn't been out of the house all morning! We all freaked!

[Saroyan]

I don't have any stories of my own- but my mom and step-dad went to dinner at a friends house a number of years ago in northern Virginia where they had ghosts in residence.

After dinner they went to the attic and sat around a three legged table and the hosts asked the ghost to make itself known. After a few minutes, the table tilted itself to one leg and would tap the leg to answer yes or no questions.

My mom said that was the most scared she had ever felt!

[enyawd72]

Lady Zod, those are truly some amazing stories you have there. I would've seriously freaked.

[Chris]

We have the Ghost of Elevator 2. It's just a guy with a backpack that goes in elevator 2 and when you go in after him it's empty. It happened to me twice. We had a guy (drug dealer) murdered in our building. I assume it's him. Nothing to be alarmed about.

[enyawd72]

We have the Ghost of Elevator 2. It's just a guy with a backpack that goes in elevator 2 and when you go in after him it's empty. It happened to me twice. We had a guy (drug dealer) murdered in our building. I assume it's him. Nothing to be alarmed about.

Dude that's wild...now what if you went into an empty elevator, and suddenly backpack man was standing next to you?
Would you be alarmed then?

[jimsmegos]

Best I got...

[Chris]

Dude that's wild...now what if you went into an empty elevator, and suddenly backpack man was standing next to you?
Would you be alarmed then?

Hell-to-the-yes!!!! That would freak me out.

ENYAWD's movie theater story was fantastic. That is creepy and give me chills just reading it.

[rche]

We moved to a new house recently and I am disappointed that there are no new ghosts to welcome us here. I miss the ones from my old house.

[LadyZod]

I never felt threatened or scared by anything that happened in my house. I just felt annoyed.

I think it's because our house was a new build when my parents bought it, and we were the first to live there.

I'm pretty sure the bathroom light ghost was my grandmother, since my dad later admitted to having seen her in the dining room... 6 months after she passed. Since I figured I knew them while they lived, I felt no fear. Just annoyance. (My family is a pack of jokesters... known to tease you and annoy you relentlessly. You developed a tough skin growing up, trust me.)

Unknown ghosts like the movie theater or elevator ghost scares the crap out of me.

At work, there's an old man ghost that haunts the radiology department, and an old lady that messes with the crash cart in ICU. Both have been see and reported by old and new nurses alike on the midnight shift. I avoid those places at night.

[piecemaker]

ENYAWD's movie theater story was fantastic. That is creepy and give me chills just reading it.

No doubt,and he worked there three years.I dont think i would have lasted 3 weeks in a place like that.
Great stories from everyone.
I have a few,but i dont think they are on the "scary factor" level as whats been posted already.
The first two happened when i was a teenager and at the sames friends house/property.
He lived in an old ,blink and you will miss it town that got its start as a railroad town.

The first happened when we were sitting in my friends Volkswagen about 1AM in a back alley behind his house.This thing didn't didn't run,but we had high hopes to get it running by the time he got his license in a couple years.It never happened,lol.
Inexplicitly the entire car started vibrating/shaking.Its hard to explain but,it wasn't just a portion of the car,it was the entire car that just resonated this vibration that lasted about 10 seconds.
We're like,What the hell was that??!!! After that we got out and looked around the car,there was nobody or nothing around.
We went into his house shortly after that.


The second happened about 3AM when i decided i better be getting home.I left out the back door and to the right was the opening to an old root cellar.I looked down the steps(there was no door) and saw a white-ish semi transparent,luminous figure standing at the bottom of the steps.
I walked around the corner of the house and then RAN like a bat out of hell ALL the way home and i lived a good half mile or more away.lol.
I have one more that happened more recently that i'll post in a bit.

[Random Axe]

I've posted this before but since this thread is nice and fresh I'll do it again.

My high school best freind's parents bought an old plantation style home complete with slave quarter behind the house. It was used as a makeshift hospital for wounded during the Civil War. That's creepy enough by itself.

On the move-in day we had finished two or three loads and were going to break for lunch. A couple of people went out to get pizza and we all just kind of sat there waiting since there was no electricity to turn on a tv. Then, the front doorbell rang twice. We all stopped and looked and saw nothing there. We checked it out and not only could we not make it work, the wiring wasn't complete to have any current.

My friend had constant dreams about someone calling out to him from the well behind the house, someone down deep inside.

The blueprints of the house showed there was a finished attic. When we went up there half of it was bricked off where there should have been more room. We never got to knock it down to explore.

The back stairwell of the house led to a bedroom that nobody felt safe in. It was the creepiest feeling standing in there, like someone was always watching you. It wasn't something really quantifiable, but it was a feeling of uneasiness and dread. Nobody ever slept there despite there being a bed.

My friend's room had an old style door with a very loud latch. You could not turn the knob without a loud clang when the bolt moved. We tried endlessly to do it quietly and it never worked. You could hear it throughout the house at night. We both slept with a fan(I still do). We woke up one morning with the fan in the corner of the room wrapped up in it's own cord. Nobody could have possibly entered the room without us hearing it. It's not possible.

His stepdad came home from work on a rainy night, grabbed the dog and took him out for a walk. Keep in mind he never took off his clothes he came home in. WhIle standing in the misty rain he reached into his pocket and felt something odd. He pulled out an old, rusty key covered in mud. This freaked him out big time and never wanted to talk about it. We never figured out where that key went and it matched nothing in the house.

After many years living in the house with that stuff, which became normal for them, it literally exploded. The entire family was away at a reunion hundreds of miles away. The furnace completely blew up and destroyed the entire place while nobody was home. It happened in the middle of the night when everyone would normally would have been sleeping. We never got around to opening the well or busting down the brick wall. They eventually rebuilt on the same property and never had any such occurances again.

[piecemaker]

The last "ghost" story i have happened around five years ago where i worked at the time.Most of that building was demolished in 2009.
But because of the historical significance it had to the area,there was actually a news story done about it right before it was torn down.
The building was the old International Harvester/Farmall plant in Rock Island ,Illinois.I just found the video for that tonight while i was looking for a picure of it.

The intial building was built in the 1920s and was expanded on for decades until it finally ceased production of tractors in 1985.It was a huge building,the guy in the video described it as a city within a city and it was just that.Besides the main building there were many "outer" buildings which included its own power plant.

But when Farmall closed its doors there in 1985,there was still a huge building and sections of it were leased/rented to "smaller" companies.
Ironically,some subsidiary companies of major competitors of IH ended up in that building.I work for one of those subsidiary companies and when i was in that building,i basically had free roam of going anywhere in that building i wanted to and believe me i explored it all.


It was on one of my "exploration" trips that i had this "ghostly" encounter.It wasn't the first time i had been in this particular area but it was my last.


Thanks to the video i found and i couldn't believe it but they show the exact area where i had this encounter.

I'll tell the story, and reference different time frames in the video so you can have a better picture.

It was a slow day so i decided to do a little exploring.Off one of the main aisles and in an area that wasn't leased by any company because it was basically falling apart around its self.Major holes in the roof,etc,we used to call this area"The Swamp",lol.I went up a set of spiral steps,1:12-1:18 off to the right in the video.At the top of these you entered into a big room that had two walk-in safes at each end and there was also a 4x4 hole in the floor that had 3ft wall around it.What that was used for i have no clue.

Anyway,off to the right was a small office with a front and back entrance,out the back entrance was a dark corridor which led to the Lockerroom..
It was when i came out the dark hallway and into the locker area,i was about 3/4s down that aisle whithin 10 ft of the main steps that come up into the lockerroom,that i heard footsteps coming up that main staircase.

I froze,waiting for someone to come up the steps and take the four or five steps though a entryway and into the locker area and into my sight.
The sound of the footsteps stopped right at the point where one more step would have put the "walker" through the doorway and into my sight.

7:09 starts the lockerroom footage,at 7:15 you can see the aisle with the dark corridor behind i was walking down.The cameraman was standing just inside the doorway at the top of the main steps.

I stood frozen waiting for someone to come through the doorway for about 20 seconds,nobody ever did,and i didn't hear anymore sounds.
I started back tracking,literally walking backwards but i didn't make a sound as i did it it.When i got to the dark hallway i hauled arse through it,through the safe room and down the spiral staircase.
This probably took me less than forty seconds.On ground level again,you can see the "main lockerroom staircase" and the main aisle.That staircase is on the opposite side of the spiral staircase and 75 yards down from it.

The only way out for anybody that was on the stairs is down the main aisle,either past me or the opposite direction and i saw no one.

I then proceeded to walk down to the main lockerroom stairs.The entrance was blocked by boxes and other items that were being stored.
In order to get to the staircase someone would have to climb over this stuff and onto the staircase.
At this point i was even more freaked out so i decided to get some back-up.I went and told a couple of my co workers what happened and we went back up there,up the spiral staircase and into the lockerroom.

I went down to the main staircase and walked down it,looking around.As i turned to go back up i noticed a single set of footprints,left in the dust on the stairs,MINE! Whatever or whoever came up that staircase a half hour before that left no foot prints doing it.

Needless to say that was the last time i explored that lockerroom and when someone doubted what i said happened,i would say "go up there by yourself,right now and you will find out".Nobody ever did,lol.

Sorry for the long winded story.