Urban Legends/Ghost Stories

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

ahgha yeah

like the song Check yes juliet

i had it as my myspace song, and then everybody was like!

yo!, listen to this awesome song!

 

[princesskelz]

we have GOATMAN!!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goatman_(Maryland)
its all a bunch of Fluff
but i do believe in ghosts

 

[seaturtledude]

one urban legend in our town is that on halloween, if you go into an abandoned hospital and spend the night, you'll see ghosts. the abadoned hospital is freaky.

 

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

wasn't the first jail in boston, turned into a now running hotel?

thats... weird.

 

[seaturtledude]

i've stayed at that hotel=). a bunch of my friends saved up a bunch a cash and last june we toured boston like tourists, hahah it was soo fun.(we're from southie)

 

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

oh ok

My sister went for training for work, and she brought me along and we stayed in the Omni Parker house hotel. It was cool, all she had to do was take a trip down the elevator. what a nice commute..

Legend has it, that, the owner, still visits today...

It's the oldest operating hotel in the U.S.

 

[Soarin08]

My boss told me this morning her nephew's hobby is going to Confederate cemeteries and taking pics of the headstones. He took one on a digital camera a few days ago, and when he developed it, he saw a woman in period 1860s Southern clothing holding a baby standing next to a gravestone. He went back- THAT NIGHT- and said outloud "Is there anyone else here?" A woman's voice whispered "Yes," and he asked, "Who are you?"

"A dead person," was the very audible response. He got it on a recorder. He has ghost-hunting equipment and RECORDED THIS CONVERSATION!! He's investigating to find out who the woman is.. was, whatever.

 

[jacensolo3]

be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field.

 

[Columba]

Time for some internet copy&paste stories...

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”


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