From: jmclaughlin@gems.vcu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: More bunches of stories
Date: 28 Aug 92 13:01:00 -0400
Organization: Medical College of Virginia

Here's more fun experiences:

#1:  Another about my significant other, Ehrik.  When he was a teenager, he 
had several friends who enjoyed playing with Ouija boards and having seances.  
One year, somewhere near, but not on, Hallowe'en, his friends found an old 
house where some murders had purportedly taken place some years before.  It 
was unoccupied at the time, but one of the people knew the family who owned it 
and borrowed the keys for the evening.  Inside, the furniture was covered with 
the requisite white sheets and dust.  They looked around for a good room to 
settle in and decided on a bedroom upstairs.  They pulled the sheet off the 
large bed and found it to be a four-poster with brasswork for the headboard, 
the pretty standard cage-like look.  They settled down on the bed, kind of 
scrunched together in the middle, bent over the Ouija board.  They had two 
or three candles for light and proceeded with trying to talk to things.  They 
apparently got in touch with something nasty that didn't want them in the 
house, and it kept threatening them with death, destruction and such.  During 
the course of this, the candle flames were changing height alarmingly, 
shooting up to a foot in height and then burning so low that they could barely 
see.  Suddenly, there was a wrenching sound.  Nervously, they all agreed that 
it was just the house settling around them.  The thing on the board grew more 
and more agitated and insistent about them leaving or dying.  It stopped 
suddenly, the board going (pardon the pun) dead, and the candles extinguishing 
simultaneously.  They flipped on their flashlights, several of them 
approaching panic.  They decided to leave, and they got up from the bed to 
throw the covering back on it.  As they did so, Ehrik's light caught the 
headboard.  The brass vertical bars in one spot had been bent together.  
Needless to say, they left the bed uncovered and ran for dear life...

#2:  Some friends and I were doing something along the lines of the above, but 
in the safety of my own home.  We really had the atmosphere going, and we had 
a really obnoxious something on the board.  On of my friends challenged the 
thing to demonstrate the power that it was boasting about.  The board paused 
and there was a loud scratching noise at the window of my room.  It was enough 
to shake us up, and we ended up finishing with the board shortly after.  
Understand that I am a scientist, and that I exhaust all the possibilities 
that I can think of or that are suggested to me.  This took place in an 
apartment on the second floor of the building.  There is *no* window ledge, 
just a screen that is flush with the wall.  There are *NO* trees *anywhere* 
near the window.  The wind was almost nonexistent that night, there is no way 
for anyone to reach the window from the balcony, and stones thrown against the 
window did not make that kind of noise.  My only other option was an insect, 
but it was February during a cold snap...

#3: Same apartment, about a month later.  A friend of Ehrik's was in the 
shower one evening.  The rest of us were sitting in the living room, gabbing 
away as is the wont of college students on weekends.  Suddenly, we hear a yell 
and he comes barrelling out of the bathroom, suds still in his hair, and towel 
hastily grabbed around his waist.  It seems that he was washing his hair, and 
was starting to rinse it.  He closed his eyes as he went under the water, and 
when he emerged from the water, he opened them.  There in the air, about a 
foot from his face, were two glowing red points of light, shaped just about 
like eyes.  He blinked a few times to see if they were spots on his retina or 
whatever, but they remained, steady and rather menacing.  That was when he 
decided to leave the bathroom.  He refused to shower in my apartment again, 
unless someone sat on the sink while he was in there.

#4: Shortly after the death of her grandmother, a friend of mine's family, 
which was large with many young children, decided not to attend church for a 
holy day (Roman Catholic family).  After the last Mass had begun, around 8 pm, 
my friend and her mother heard some noises around the house.  Upon 
investigation, they found that every cross in the house had fallen off the 
wall.  When they put them all back up, moments later, they all fell off 
again.  Sighing, my friend and her mother went to church, arriving late, but 
not too late.  When they returned to the house, the crosses stayed on the 
walls they were placed on.  My friend was convinced it was her devout 
grandmother reminding them to go to church, like she always had in life.


I have yet more (yes, I have an eventful life, and a poltergeist follows me 
around from apartment to apartment).  One is very nasty, very scary, but 'tis 
Ehrik's and I must ask his permission.


Judy