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re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills
Posted on 10/26/17 at 8:53 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
Posted on 10/26/17 at 8:53 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
Not really that scary, but a true story, nevertheless.
My wife and I were flying out of New Orleans in route to Cancun for our honeymoon. We arrived in the city a day before our flight, so we went to the French Quarter that evening. Eventually, we found ourselves at Jean Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop.
It was a warm, muggy June night. We were enjoying the music and our drinks, candle light, taking in the atmosphere. The building itself was obviously very old.
While discussing all the events that this building had witnessed, I pulled out a cigarette and put it my mouth.
Talking to my wife, with the cigarette hanging out of my mouth, I held the match in one hand, the matchbook in the other.
I remember talking to my wife about haints, and that if there were any in New Orleans, this would be as good a place as any to find one.
Suddenly, a whisper of a breeze blew out the candle at our table, and a cold dampness raised goosebumps on my skin. Almost immediately, the match in my hand spontaneously combusted!
The look on my wife's face confirmed she had experienced the event the same as me. With wide eyes, she said, "did that really just happen?"
We sat there for a half-a-minute before deciding to leave. As we got up, the candle at our table reignited! We left with the quickness.
We occasionally return to New Orleans; we don't go to Jean Lafitte's, and we've never again experienced anything like we experienced that night.
My wife and I were flying out of New Orleans in route to Cancun for our honeymoon. We arrived in the city a day before our flight, so we went to the French Quarter that evening. Eventually, we found ourselves at Jean Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop.
It was a warm, muggy June night. We were enjoying the music and our drinks, candle light, taking in the atmosphere. The building itself was obviously very old.
While discussing all the events that this building had witnessed, I pulled out a cigarette and put it my mouth.
Talking to my wife, with the cigarette hanging out of my mouth, I held the match in one hand, the matchbook in the other.
I remember talking to my wife about haints, and that if there were any in New Orleans, this would be as good a place as any to find one.
Suddenly, a whisper of a breeze blew out the candle at our table, and a cold dampness raised goosebumps on my skin. Almost immediately, the match in my hand spontaneously combusted!
The look on my wife's face confirmed she had experienced the event the same as me. With wide eyes, she said, "did that really just happen?"
We sat there for a half-a-minute before deciding to leave. As we got up, the candle at our table reignited! We left with the quickness.
We occasionally return to New Orleans; we don't go to Jean Lafitte's, and we've never again experienced anything like we experienced that night.
This post was edited on 10/26/17 at 9:02 pm
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Posted on 10/26/17 at 8:53 pm to Jvalhenson
The scariest thing in this thread has been trying to read walls of incoherent text, written by posters who seem to not have had beyond a 1st grade level of english classes.
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:01 pm to upstate
Four years later and I still want to know what the hell happened to Ted!!
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:15 pm to udtiger
quote:
Mine starts like this:
Once upon a time, the American electorate collectively lost its fricking mind and put a completely unknown and incompetent radical Leftist into the Presidency...
Mine starts like this:
Once upon a time, the American electorate collectively lost its fricking mind and put a completely unknown and incompetent stooge into the Presidency...
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:16 pm to SCDawg
quote:
I got one true story actually gonna be on the ID tonight at 10 but about 5 years ago my half sister still my sister was in a relationship with this dude and he was abusive and she finally had enough and broke up with him well needless to say he didn't take that well went to my sister's house killed a neighbor/family friend that just happened to be there and took hostage my sister's sister her mom and grandma in the bathroom looking for my sister .... well my sister was in the tub hiding behind the curtain where all of them was being held hostage.
for those in central time zone, it's on right now.
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:17 pm to TDFreak
Obama?
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:22 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
Not sure if this is chill-worthy but it just happened:
Was talking to an older lady in my church who said she was very tired and I asked why.
She told me she didn't get any sleep the night before because people she had known who were dead kept waking her up to talk...
Was talking to an older lady in my church who said she was very tired and I asked why.
She told me she didn't get any sleep the night before because people she had known who were dead kept waking her up to talk...
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:23 pm to Knight of Old
That’s called Alzheimer’s
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:25 pm to DirtyMikeandtheBoys
This frickin thread again?!?!
Who keeps resurrecting this freaky shite?!?
Who keeps resurrecting this freaky shite?!?
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:28 pm to Cowboyfan89
You posted in here like a week ago. Threads been going strong for 5+ years. 1 week is not a resurrection.
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:41 pm to iluvdatiger
quote:
I got one true story actually gonna be on the ID tonight at 10 but about 5 years ago my half sister still my sister was in a relationship with this dude and he was abusive and she finally had enough and broke up with him well needless to say he didn't take that well went to my sister's house killed a neighbor/family friend that just happened to be there and took hostage my sister's sister her mom and grandma in the bathroom looking for my sister .... well my sister was in the tub hiding behind the curtain where all of them was being held hostage.
quote:what u think about it so far
for those in central time zone, it's on right now.
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:47 pm to DirtyMikeandtheBoys
Solid thread, but imo the ghost story one was better. Especially where that dude said he had some portal in his house
Posted on 10/26/17 at 9:56 pm to tigersownall
quote:
Solid thread, but imo the ghost story one was better. Especially where that dude said he had some portal in his house
The guy with the haunted lazy boy? Or someone else?
Posted on 10/26/17 at 10:37 pm to TDFreak
quote:
Once upon a time, the American electorate collectively lost its fricking mind and put a completely unknown and incompetent stooge into the Presidency
Why would you rephrase the same event? Previous poster did it better.
Posted on 10/26/17 at 10:55 pm to SCDawg
I got as far as him getting to the bathroom and granny was on the toilet but the acting is so bad on ID channel and their accents were sooooo dramatic that I had to change it.
Posted on 10/27/17 at 1:53 am to iluvdatiger
I think I meant to post this story in this thread at some point and forgot...
It's the way this one is written...and the fact that it's true ACTUALLY true...
"Haunted House" - Dallas Observer article
It's the way this one is written...and the fact that it's true ACTUALLY true...
quote:
This is a story without beginning or end, only a middle where there is horror and confusion, tragedy and a haunting evil that cries out for understanding. Stephen King, not I, should be telling it. It takes place in the shadows of rural church spires, in an isolated part of the Texas heartland populated by God-fearing, hardworking people.
And at least one faceless monster from long ago.
On the final Thursday of October, Stephen and Deena Roberts stood in the vacant upstairs of the large A-frame home they'd moved into three years earlier, contemplating a major remodeling project. Their two young children were fast reaching a time in their lives when they would be demanding more privacy, and the parents, in their 30s, had decided to oblige them by converting the unused upstairs space into two small bedrooms.
Comfortable in the downstairs portion of the house that sits on 30 heavily wooded acres off Brown County Road 153, a half-dozen miles southeast of the community of Bangs, 180 miles southwest of Dallas, the Robertses had paid what they referred to as "the attic" little mind since purchasing the home in July 2000. Then the need for additional room arose.
And now the husband and wife, an auto repair shop owner and a day-care worker, were surveying it, assessing the structural changes to be made and the electrical wiring to be done. In the far corner of the room was a closet built out from the wall. When Deena Roberts opened it, she noticed a small door in back that obviously led to a crawl space behind it...
"Haunted House" - Dallas Observer article
Posted on 10/29/17 at 5:58 am to Fusaichi Pegasus
Didn't happen to me personally but rather to my Great Uncle. Not as creepy as most of the posts but I feel it better to contribute than just bumping
He lived off a side road of Greenwell Springs a few miles down the road from that old Looney Bin (before they leveled it). It's pouring down rain outside, he's sitting on the porch smoking a cigar. Heads inside to refill his drink. Hears his doorbell ring, odd because he's out in the country and the few neighbors he does have are close enough friends to not so much as knock when they come over. He's a little uneasy, grabs his pistol. Answers the door to a a disheveled looking teen girl who he said "had the look of the devil himself in her eyes". Making her aware of his gun, she frantically asks if he can take her to the mall. Some BS story about how her car broke down last week but she has to get to work. He politely declined and told her to leave his property.
Three hours later the Parish Sheriffs show up asking if he's seen this girl, as she's escaped from the Mental Hospital up the road and could be a danger to herself or others. The Sheriff told him he was a lucky man for not giving her a ride, no telling what could be taken place.
Two weeks later he's cleaning out his workshed and finds a makeshift living quarters with a fresh burning cigar butt in the ashtray. He immediately phones the good folk of EBRP and they come to search for her. Find her a quarter mile down Stoney Point trying to break into a mobile home.
TLDR: Crazy girl escapes Greenwell Looney Bin, asks my Uncle for a ride, camps out in his workshed for two more weeks smoking his cigar butts and eating out of his trashcan.
He lived off a side road of Greenwell Springs a few miles down the road from that old Looney Bin (before they leveled it). It's pouring down rain outside, he's sitting on the porch smoking a cigar. Heads inside to refill his drink. Hears his doorbell ring, odd because he's out in the country and the few neighbors he does have are close enough friends to not so much as knock when they come over. He's a little uneasy, grabs his pistol. Answers the door to a a disheveled looking teen girl who he said "had the look of the devil himself in her eyes". Making her aware of his gun, she frantically asks if he can take her to the mall. Some BS story about how her car broke down last week but she has to get to work. He politely declined and told her to leave his property.
Three hours later the Parish Sheriffs show up asking if he's seen this girl, as she's escaped from the Mental Hospital up the road and could be a danger to herself or others. The Sheriff told him he was a lucky man for not giving her a ride, no telling what could be taken place.
Two weeks later he's cleaning out his workshed and finds a makeshift living quarters with a fresh burning cigar butt in the ashtray. He immediately phones the good folk of EBRP and they come to search for her. Find her a quarter mile down Stoney Point trying to break into a mobile home.
TLDR: Crazy girl escapes Greenwell Looney Bin, asks my Uncle for a ride, camps out in his workshed for two more weeks smoking his cigar butts and eating out of his trashcan.
This post was edited on 10/29/17 at 8:56 am
Posted on 10/29/17 at 9:35 am to jdd48
quote:
the haunted lazy boy?
I actually know the family and saw the chair. They had "kicked it to the curb"- and who wouldn't have?- by the time I went over there. We talked with them and prayed over the house. Not the weirdest story I've been a part of though.....
Got a call from a lady once (I'm a pastor) saying she was having multiple weird and frightening supernatural encounters on a regular basis. Lots of stuff- huge bugs (like a foot or so) crawling on walls, sounds of sword fights taking place on her upstairs balcony, so many events I couldn't believe she was still staying in the house. We went to her house to pray. Long story, short- felt like we should check attic. Found a satanic bible, candles, feathers. Unbeknownst to her, her step son had been doing rituals up there. She burned the stuff. Problem over.
Posted on 10/30/17 at 12:32 am to Fusaichi Pegasus
This was the last fricking thing I should have read before trying to go to sleep.
Posted on 4/11/18 at 8:07 pm to flyAU
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