From: jmclaughlin@gems.vcu.edu
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Bunch of stories...
Date: 22 Aug 92 15:16:47 -0400
Organization: Medical College of Virginia

Let's see, I've got several stories:

#1
One of my mother's friends related that she got a phone call one day.  The 
connection was horrible and the voice very far away, but it was distinctly her 
mother.  Before she could say anything, her mother told her several numbers, 
and the connection cut off.  She was pretty stunned, as her mother had passed 
away some five years previously, but she wrote it off and tucked it away in 
the back of her mind as one of those weird experiences.  A week later, she was 
kicking herself severely as those numbers turned out to be the winning numbers 
in a multi-million dollar lottery drawing that no one won!!!

#2
My fiance's parents bought a house some 30 years ago in which a man had 
committed suicide in the master bedroom.  Ehrik's father built a laundry room 
and Ehrik's bedroom onto the house over what had been the patio.  Ehrik 
remembers from when he was a small child seeing a strange man walk the 
upstairs hallway past his door during the night.  One night, he got up and 
watched the man enter his mother's bedroom (his folks were divorced at this 
point).  The man stood in the middle of the floor and Ehrik saw him holding 
something to his stomach.  There was a silent explosion, and he saw the man 
fall to the ground, through the floor.  Then he reappeared as he had been just 
before the explosion, and the scene repeated.  This repeated about five times 
before Ehrik ran back into his own room and hid under the covers.
The ghost, which Ehrik named George for no apparent reason, roams the whole 
house except for Ehrik's bedroom, which he (by some law of nonexistence, I 
guess) cannot or will not enter.  Ehrik used to have hamsters, which he kept 
for a while on shelves in the laundry room.  There were three or fours cages, 
and he would periodically come home to find the hamsters all together in one 
(which was impossible by simply observing the nature of the narrow shelves and 
the fact that at least one of the cages had a secure lid.)  Neighbors have 
seen a man walk in and out of the house, or look out the windows, when Ehrik 
and his mother knew no one was there.
His mother doesn't believe in George, though she's apparently had experiences 
with him.  She thinks her experiences were dreams.
George is something of a prankster, I think.  He will announce his presence to 
any new person in the house by some little thing, and if he finds that the 
person is extremely disturbed by this, he'll keep harassing him/her.  One of 
Ehrik's friends will no longer go upstairs alone at night, because the last 
time he did, as he walked one way down the hall, all the bedroom doors opened, 
and as he walked back to the stairs, they all closed.
My experience with George was small and simple.  Ehrik left me alone in the 
house while he went to the store.  I was sitting in the middle of the large 
living room downstairs on a couch.  This was Christmas, so his mother's 
Christmas tree was behind me, against the wall.  I had earlier glanced over 
the few ornaments on the tree and actually lifted and examined a small wooden 
locomotive ornament, very carefully placing it back on the tree, sure it was 
attached firmly.
At any rate, I was deep into a recent comic book when I heard a soft >tink< 
sound behind me.  Turning, I found the locomotive laying about a foot behind 
me, a good ten feet from the tree, in the deep pile rug.  There was no way it 
could have rolled to its position.  I sighed, picked it up, put it back on the 
tree, and said, "Okay, fine, nice to meet you too."  George hasn't bothered me 
since. 

#3
Though George couldn't get into Ehrik's room, apparently something could.  
Ehrik awoke one night to the feeling of something dripping on his face.  His 
immediate thought was that it was his ceiling leaking in a new spot.  Sighing, 
he opened his eyes.  Over his face, sticking through the wall, was a white 
hand with long fingernails.  Something dripped off one of the nails.  Ehrik 
wiped his face and found a red liquid on his hand.  When he looked back, it 
was gone.  There was blood on his pillow the next morning, but he could find 
no sign that he'd had a nosebleed or anything of the sort.

#4
My family is a bunch of Irish Catholics, with the appropriate statues of 
saints all over the house.  I was named for St. Jude Thaddeus, so I of course, 
when I was old enough not to break it, received a 12" ceramic statue of my 
patron.  It was situated on my chest of drawers, clearly visible to the entire 
room.   When I was about 12 years old, I had just come into my room from the 
shower, and was drying off.  Suddenly, I had this feeling of being watched, 
and a feeling of complete dread.  I looked around the room quickly, and my 
eyes locked on the statue for some reason.  I couldn't see it clearly, since I 
didn't have my glasses on, so I leaned closer.  The face was horribly changed 
into an evil scowl.  I leaped back, grabbed my towel and headed for the 
bathroom to finish drying off.  In a robe, I went out and watched half an hour 
of TV with my parents, and finally went back to my room.  The statue was fine, 
with its usual benign expression.

I have more, but I think this is enough for now...

					Judy
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