Early Halloween Thread (Ghost Stories)

How does a gay ghost scare people?


























Rain-boo!

There's like a 40 page thread full of awesome stories out there in the OT lounge archives. You should read it.

Personally, I have never experienced a ghost encounter but I am open to the idea that they are around.

Do you have a link?

I figured a similar thread had been posted before and tried searching but nothing came up

One of my grandmothers lived in one side of a double in New Orleans. Other relatives lived in the other half of the double. Grandma passed away. A couple of years later, a friend of one of the kids who lived in the other side of the double came over to play. She saw a picture of my grandmother (who she never met) in the house and said that she saw that woman sitting on the front steps. The woman told her the girl that she was waiting for a bus. Grandma used to like to take the bus down Canal Street for shopping back when it was safe.

My best two ghost stories:

1)
I worked at Charley’s bar, at the old Hilton in Lake Charles on the lakefront. It bordered the oldest cemetery in town, resting some of the first European founders of the town. It was rumored that this cemetery was adjacent to an older Apache Indian burial ground, of which our parking lot and bar stood upon.

We had been told of ghost experiences in this bar, such as people feeling like they’d been brushed up against when the place was empty.

This bar had an elevated wooden dance floor in front of the band stand, that, when people walked across, made an identifiable clogging sound. Because of our “no smoking behind the bar” policy, us smokers would have to duck down into a stairwell heading into the hotel kitchen to smoke, out of view of the dance floor.

One day, after we had just opened our doors for business, a waitress and I were down in the stairwell puffing our smokes. We heard footsteps trotting across the dance floor, probably our first customer of the day, which was usually a regular.

The waitress stuck her head around the corner to see who it was. She turned back around and looked at me with eyes wide open. I said, “Who is it?” She said, “Nobody.” I peered around the corner, too, convinced that I heard that familiar sound of footsteps coming across the dance floor. Nobody was there.

Could have been aliens.


2)
My only other ghost story is this. There was an old abandoned house, far off the highway in the rural area where I grew up. Legend was, however many flowers there were on the outside of the house, a flower for every person entering the house would be added by the time you came out. So, one day, some padnuhs and I pulled up and counted the flowers. There were 12. Three of us went in, one dude stayed in the car. When we came out, we counted 15 flowers. True story. The only thing I can suggest is that the angle of walking up to the house obscured some flowers that were revealed from the reverse angle.

Happy Halloween!

My father in law is staying with us right now and he's explaining to me and the rest of the P household how a house he owns is haunted. Little P keeps looking at me for confirmation and I'm just waiting til the old man takes a leak so I can explain that he's delusional.

Broken arse glass.