Discussion in 'Ghost Stories' started by The Blue Flame, May 25, 2004.
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<img src=images/speech/icon_speech_oops.gif border=0 width=29 height=15> my bad. I been reading this story off and on at work. And I just finally finished reading this story yesterday. Frank story is so creepy, but interesting.
anyway, where ever he is right now. I hope he's doing ok or in the better place. Thank you Frank for the story.
Take care everyone.
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HI Blue Flame Just want to let you know that was a VERY interesting story. I am definitely not much of a reader, and I will always try to do something other than reading. But This story kept me hooked, it took me 6 hours to read, from 10pm-1am this morning and from about 11am-1pm this afternoon.
Have you visited the grave you wrote about in the beginning of this thread?
while I read through this story I was able to imagine a lot of the things you described, every time I read of your house, a picture of a white, two story house, surrounded by trees and a large lawn came to my mind.
When you wrote of what you saw at the foot of your bed, for some reason reminded of me of what I saw on 4th of July last year. Maybe it was since you mentioned that day in the story. But after imagining what some of the events may have looked like, it has got me wanting to draw, and give sort of a picture/story about what happened last year, even though I have written about it before, but it would probably be more interesting for the readers. I don't know if this would sound familiar to anyone but I'll describe what I saw.
When I was on the hilltop I felt/heard I was being watched/stalked. When I finally saw What was behind me, it scared me, but I was still able to think straight. As I crouched down to hide, I saw a large head facing directly at me. Since it was night, it was only in grey, sort of what would be seen on a black and white tv. I saw 2 round, semi-glossy eyes, round, and very large. They were not in the head like how human eyes, but they were a little out of the head, a lot like how a wasp, or any kind of bees are on their head. very intimidating look, looked like bare skin, no fur or hair, the head was shaped similar to a dog, maybe a rottweiler or pit bull, but it had to been as large as maybe a VW buggy, since it was about 20+ yards away from me, quite a distance is all i know. and it appeared to have ears, kind of what looked like pitbull ears when they are cut off. (many people cut pitbull's ears, i think just to make them look more intimidating) I didnt see the rest since it was hiding in the brush and I took off maybe 2 seconds after I saw it. if anyone has any idea of what it was , or something similar, please post.
also it is probably good to confess the bad things one has done in the past, definitely good for the conscience and probably for situations like these. Since I was small I have heard of an old mexican story (my family has A LOT of stories, and especially coming from a ranch deep in the mountains of Zacatecas, Mexico) Anyways, with me being catholic, I have always heard that if you can, before you die you should confess your sins to a priest so you can die "clean of sins" Well there's a story of a women, Before she died a priest was called in so she can confess, and he told her no matter how bad, or how many sins she had, to tell every last one of them. She hesitated but finally agreed. story goes With every sin that she confessed, a frog/toad (not sure which one since a lot of people call them both by "rana") came out of her throat and out her mouth. She told and told her sins and frogs and frogs came out. finally she said she had nothing else to say, and the priest asked if she had anymore, because he saw a very large frog in her throat that still didn't come out. She again said that she had nothing else to say. after that the priest finished the confession, and all the frogs/toads that had came out of her mouth as she confessed, jumped back in her mouth and went back down her throat.
I loved this story. So much, in fact, that I spent an entire night reading it. Needless to say, I was scared s***less after that and had a few nightmares.
For anybody who doesn't want to read it in fragments, I've compiled and uploaded it as a .txt:
Hi I am totally new here but i have been reading this forun for a couple of months. Kinda find it interesting. Sorry everyone, if my English is really bad as I am a Asian, Chinese.
This story is too long and many replies and therefore, i had difficulty understanding it. My English isn't good either and have been trying to catch the story "balls".
Can someone please explain it to me short and sharp? I really had a hard time pondering over the paragraphs. Thanks in advance!
Okay, here's a quick summary of the story. I'm going from my memory- I read this story when it was new, but haven't re-read it since then. I'm sorry I can't do it in Singlish for you.
A man (BlueFlame) had his best friend, someone he'd grown up with, die. BlueFlame noticed something odd at his friend's funeral- I don't remember just what that odd thing that happened was, but it was something that made BlueFlame think that his friend was saying goodbye or something like that.
BlueFlame became interested in learning more about ghosts, souls and spirits and in trying to find out what happens to people after we die. He got into the "ghosthunting" hobby in a big way, bought a bunch of cameras, audio recorders and other equipment and with his teenaged son and a friend began visiting places that might be haunted. They wanted to gather evidence that ghosts exist.
They ended up going to a valley that they'd heard about, that's located near the border of the states of Washington and Idaho in the northwest part of the USA. This valley had a reputation for being haunted. Apparently one early settler went insane and killed a bunch of people including his family then killed himself.
BlueFlame and his son visited an old cemetery in the valley. They set up their cameras so they'd automatically take a picture once every 5 minutes, turned their tape recorder on, then went to bed in their camper vehicle. Nothing really happened, so they decided to come back the next night.
This time BlueFlame had a bad feeling when they got near the cemetery and suddenly felt sick. When they got even closer he began to smell a stink like rotten meat, like something was dead and rotting nearby. They got to the cemetery and got out of their camper and starting setting up their cameras. Soon, BlueFlame saw figures that looked like skeletons covered with fire. The skeletons were acting like they wanted BlueFlame and his son to leave. Of course, he was scared to death. He grabbed the cameras, threw them into the back of the camper, got into the driver's seat and got out of there as fast as he could. He was in such a panic that he pulled a U-turn right in the cemetery, damaging several graves and tombstones.
Apparently these fiery skeletons were demons or evil spirits that had lived in the valley for hundreds of years or longer, and had claimed that cemetery as theirs. Apparently they were angry with BlueFlame for damaging the cemetery, or maybe they were just angry at him for being there. In any case, one of the demons followed BlueFlame and his son home. They caused things to fly around and break inside the camper during the long drive home. The same things happened at BlueFlame's house after he got home. BlueFlame, his wife and their son started having bad dreams, started seeing "people" in their homes, and began having really bad luck. BlueFlame's wife divorced him, everone in the house was always arguing where before they all got along together, no one was getting enough sleep, something kept trying to hurt them and they felt scared and threatened all the time.
Finally, BlueFlame got some help from a woman who was like a wise woman or good witch. She and her group really had to struggle to try to get the demons to leave. I don't know if she was successful or not (the story ends suddenly), though I imagine that she was or else BlueFlame would never have been able to join Ghostplace and tell us his story although I think he was still being troubled by them a little bit.
This is about where the story stops. Another Ghostplace member who's a magician (Doktorhook) advised BlueFlame to stop talking about demons, and even to stop thinking about them. Thinking and talking about them attracts them and gives them power, this guy said, and since BlueFlame had already had so much trouble with them before, next time they might kill him. Doktorhook gave BlueFlame some other advice too,
BlueFlame agreed to stop telling his story and ended with some advice for everyone, that we spend less time worrying about what happens when we die and spend more time just enjoying life, family and friends. Basically he warns us that spending too much time thinking about the dead and about spirits could get us into trouble like it did him. I can't say for sure whether this story is true or a work of fiction, but in either case it's still an interesting, spooky story. The advise he gives is good, too. Spend more time with loved ones and don't obsess so much, whether it be on the afterlife, religion, work, making money, whatever.
I hope this makes things clearer. All the rest is just people talking about demons and evil spirits and what they are, about ghosthunting and paranormal investigations and how to stay safe when doing them, and a lot of people just saying "Oh, that's scary!" and asking for more of the story, wishing BlueFlame good luck and stuff like that. I really stopped following the topic after BlueFlame decided not to say any more, except to ask Doktorhook a few questions. From the few times that I have looked at it again, it seemed that BlueFlame's health was failing and he might have been dying. He hasn't logged in here since 2004. BlueFlame would be around 70 years old now, if he's still alive.
If you want to learn more about what Doktorhook was talking about, look up the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought
without accepting it." -Aristotle
Hi Shamus! Thanks for the shorten story. Is definitely much clearer. Your English - I can understand them no need to typed in Singlish.
Really thanks for the short and sharp description. Due to the inputs of other members about the story i got lost in the middle of many postings and here your help really made me understand the story.
I just want to tell something that has always been in my mind for like 2 years and i am doubting my own naked eyes too.
Here it goes....
I was from a tertiary institution, but now i am working in a bank. In that school, i was in track and field as a long distance runner for my school. About 2 years ago, i was still a student there and attended my last camp with my track team, not near my school but about 1 hour car ride to reach.
This camp was planned by my previous coach(male) from the long-distance section (as i joint the female coach in short-distance doing my long-distance due to some implications). This male coach designed this camp to be like the army training. He made us do hiking in the midnight of 3am and along we need to do traning such as 100 pumpings, 50 sit-ups, squat-jumps and jogs, etc doing them again and again whenever he feels that he wanted us to do. I admit that I was a bit exhausted.
When we came to this tunnel to cross over to a forest(hill), I stepped in and felt a bit spooky. Everyone of us were not allowed to carry any torch-lights or stick-lights except for the male coach who led us the way. This made us the normal eye-sight to be able to see the person infront of you only. When i was about halfway in the forest, i was holding to my buddy's (her name is Shar) hand as she showed me the way. As i got a bit of night-blindness due to the lagging of Vitamin A. Of all sudden, i heard someone calling my name and i turned. I saw 2 ghost standing next to a tree about 30m away. Both in white gown, one was tall the other looked like a kid to me. Because i knew that it couldn't be human standing there as the forest only got one path to walk and the path is only allowed to walk with another persons or single. the rest are the forest all trees and grass around us. The 2 ghosts did not look at me but they were starring at my team walking pass that area. Because it was a small path, everyone got to walk in 2s or single and this made us like a long train of people.
I remained calm and thought it was my imagination. I looked back straight. I hold on to Shar very tight and she knew that something was wrong with me but she just hold on to my hand and also hold tight on me to let me know that she knew i did not feel correct.
I took a second look but definitely not straight looking at them, just a glance through and use the side of my eyes to see. I still saw them there. I was pretty freaked out. I remembered that the time was about 4.30 to 5am.
When i got out of the forest, it was about 7am. I was so scared. When Shar asked me what happened when we were outside the forest, I told her what i saw. She was shocked, but i was so afraid till i was weeping. However, we did not tell anyone regarding what i saw until, we were walking and heading to the other forest. I was going to walk on a pole and below of me was a big drain without water but is very deep. I was afraid to cross over so my coach(male) was holding on me and brought me across. He is a nice guy and i was his only female student before my juniors join our team. So he treated me like a baby everywhere i go. After we crossed the pole, i was walking beside him through another forest and i held on him tightly.
Is about 7am so there is some light, but very dim as the sun rays were blocked by the tall trees (canopy). I talked to my coach and i told him what i saw, i was still afraid and i began to weep again. He told me it is fine, nevermind, no worries. He told me that maybe i was wrong, probably was my night-blindness and imagination.
However, it still bothered me as it kept repeating the sight in my brain. Slowly, i stopped thinking about it.
About half year ago, my fiance drove me to my mother's house, it was about 12 midnight. Before i got into the house, we were talking in the car. Till i felt uneasy. It seems that someone was looking at me, this does not refer to my fiance but someone else. Suddenly, i saw at my 45 degrees angle, next to a tree i saw a ghost again. It was standing about 50m away from the car and she was starring at me. I got this shocked and told me fiance that i think i saw something. He didn't believe me and kept asking where. I told him the direction and next to that tree but my fiance saw nothing. I still saw it. My fiance then accompanied me into the house and put me to bed.
I am just wondering what i saw are they real? Yet they didn't harm me. One was not looking at me but looking at my team walking pass, the other near my mum's house was looking at me. I should say was starring and looked a bit evil. Now i don't see any of such anymore after the second experience.
The story is long. Thanks for those who used their precious time to read my story.
I am really sorry for not putting my story in as a new topic. I do not really know how to use the icons. I am exploring them.
Eus_girl: I'm happy to be able to help. When I was first reading this topic, when it was new, I too was somewhat confused by the references to "qlippotic" (or "qlippothic", as it should probably be spelled). Luckily, at the time Doktorhook was posting information about various beings as per his Golden Dawn magical tradition. The posts here did rather drift off into the esoteric.
If the moderators feel that your stories belong elsewhere they'll move your post to the appropriate area, so no problem. In any case, I hope people read it. It was very intersting. It sounds like the first ghosts that you saw were curious about what your group was doing there and just wanted to take a look at you all. As for why one called your name, people have reported that ghosts tend to do that to attract the attention of more sensitive people who might be able to see or hear them.
For other Ghostplacers, "Singlish" is a slang spoken in Singapore (whose official language is English). I just learned about it a few weeks ago. It's a mixture of English, Hokkien Chinese dialect, Malay, and some Punjabi and Hindustani. It's sort of like "da kine Pidgin" in Hawaii: people may know perfectly good English and use it at work or in school, but Singlish is the every day lingua franca that everyone speaks when hanging out with friends. See http://www.talkingcock.com/html/lexec.php?op=LexPKL&lexicon=lexicon for more about Singlish.
"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought
without accepting it." -Aristotle
Shamus: WOW! Thanks, you know the history of Singlish more than me. I visited the site. I read those Singlish and i was smiling and laughing to myself, my IT manager was asking me why i was laughing by myself and he joined me along with the Singlish reading. I never know so many Singlish but a few because I try my best to speak formal English and it sounds very rude and rough to speak Singlish.
[^] I saw you online just now when Singapore's time was 11am. I wonder what's the time in USA.
Probably like what you mentioned, the ghost might be curious to look at our group passing by. Oh, this kind of ghost thing will also make a person's mental go crazy and get depression. My mother's sister went mad as in crazy and she was diagnosed with serious depression. She wanted to commit suicide and she was like a mental hospital patient shouting and cursing. Our family took a year to make her mental problem stable, by bringing her to consult a psychologist and a phychiatrist. Now she is a lot better and recovering but once in a blue moon, she will relapse. However, before she was diagnosed with depression, in her old house, she keeps on complaining about seeing ghost, devils, etc. She just shifted to a new house which was bought and she had calm down a lot staying in this new house.
When she was seeing those things, she slowly got into depression. Her weight went down drastically, she had not enough sleep and in the mid-nights, she tends to call my house to tell me that she heard "him" coming and she told me, "He was hiding behind the refrigerator." We hired priest, monks, etc to her place but it was useless. Slowly she became worst and got diagnosed with serious depression.
That's when we decided she should stay in a new house. Her husband agreed and they shifted into a new house nicely renovated and hired a priest to take a look before the couple shifted in. Since then, things turn much better and she is now recovering.
My mother told me, it is not everyone who can see such things. She has never meet one or see one neither my dad meet any. The only me who had.
Lastly, if the moderators moved my topic, will i know where is it going to be at? Will the moderators inform me?
Shamus, sorry i got too many questions and many things to say as these are expriences that i came across.
This was definitely a GREAT story. I have giving the story to two other people they said it was great also. I wish he would make this into a book. Even though I'm Three years late. Its still wonderful.
One of the best stories I have read in about ten years.
I have also seen weird things while reading this story, small and quick shadows, wierd sounds, sometimes it feels like somebody is walking up behind me while I was reading it. I had to put a mirror up to see behind me to feel safe.
Did anybody find any links to the pictures?[}]
Since I have read this story, I have gone to work and retold this story to my coworkers. Oddly, ever body I have told this story to, has one way or another started to see shadows, felt like we were being touched, watched, even sometimes pushed. We have since talked about the power of words.
In the group (7 in all) we really don't scare easily. My wife says other wise that are senses are just magnefied, because were just scared.
Who knows tell you more later.
Hi Mike, It personally wouldn't bother me if they took this story down. I am new here as a member although I have been coming around for a long time. This is the first story I read here (well, Mr. Hooks version anyway) Sometimes (like now) I will click only onto the last post to see what people have to say about it because I will not read it again. Here is my experiance....
I was almost through reading it and I sat here in front of my computer and with my own two eyes saw a green mist come out of the left upper corner of my screen. It floated up to the ceiling, spread out like electric cobwebs. It crackled, popped and disappered. I was scared to death and thought I was going to have a heart attack!
I don't care what anyone says or calls me, I saw it! Damitt, I saw it. There has been problems here with voices and being woke from a sound sleep here at night by strange voices since that happend. I could go into it more but I won't right now.
Good luck to you! I'm actully glad in a way to hear that others sometimes have a problem with this story. It helps me to feel a little more sane. You know? Good luck to you. Later!
Now that i have finished telling the whole story, every one of us, 12 in all, have seen wierd things.
I personal have seen many wierd shawdows in my aparament[}]
Two wierd stories of late has happened.
i'm new here and i read the whol story from the beginning. i'm not even sure i should be typing this but if it helps in blue flames quest to warn you then i will proceed. i read this a week ago and as i was reading it i had no problems till the night i finished. i put my little boy to bed (3 years old) with his clown (musical clown that moves his head to the music) and a beaker of milk. i went downstairs and had a glass of red.
half an hour later i heard my child screaming as any mother would i ran upstairs only to find my boys door jammed shut when i finally got in the clown had been thrown on the floor with the normally lovely melody playing 10 times faster then before which meant the head was moving faster as well. my little boy kept crying saying that there were green eyes in the room. when i finally calmed him down i picked up the beaker of milk to give to him, it had curdled and turned so sour in the space of half an hour that it was almost hard in the beaker.
As i have been a practising witch for as long as i can remember, i felt that i should do a cleansing of the room and house even if i had been imagining it. fresh flowers in the room etc.. it seems ok now but i'm still a bit jumpy and i have now burned the print off of this story and the clown.
'There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it' Edith Wharton
Thanks for warning
Hi I have been reading Franks story over the last few days and I can tell you I was freaked out. After reading some of the post people have put on here regarding seeing shadows after reading Franks story. How many people has this happened to. I really need to know PLEASE
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