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Choco
“Get Out”? I Just Got Up To Get Food!
So I was playing Titan Quest with a few friends and after a rough boss battle, I went to get something to eat right fast. I was gone for about ten minutes. When I came back, this conversation happened. Friend: “Did...anyone come into the room?”
Me: “No, why?”
Friend: “Well...I heard someone inside of your room.”
Me: “...How?”
Friend: “No idea. All I know is that it said “Get. Out.” It said it twice, then nothing.
Me: What did it sound like?
Friend: Female...deep...angry.
My sister doesn't have a deep voice, and she was chilling that night. Also, the television isn't that loud.
Almost immediately after this happened, I closed the door, and held my amethyst stones with me. I haven't heard anything else.
...yet...
Dio
Why Not Me?
These are a few experiences that've happened to other people in my family, but I myself have never had a single supernatural experience (unless I count that weird green flash of light I saw while driving, but I'm fairly certain that was a meteor burning up in the sky, which in retrospect is kinda cool in of itself).
My mom would say she was certain her mother, my maternal grandmother, was still haunting or part of her was still in the lowermost room of her house in Manteca. I don't think she ever said she saw anything concrete but my mom isn't someone who would just say things like that for a scare. She also claimed she saw their cat Simba in the yard, after he'd been hit by a car and died. I often wonder if the house out there didn't have something weird about it, but my youngest sister hasn't reported anything weird, and I'd believe her since she's scared of ghosts.
Once my grandmother, whom isn't someone who really believed in ghosts but doesn't discount them either, said one day she was walking down the stairs of her mother's--my great-grandmother's house--and saw her father at the foot of the stairs. The thing is that Great-grandpa had been dead for years. She said he got up and walk out the door, and while it wasn't mind-blowing, but it was certainly interesting. She said Grandpa used to have some odd experiences, but she couldn't tell me since he was in the military, the Navy specifically, so i can't help but wonder what they could be.
A few years ago, my father and I visited St. Augustine, FL, and took a tour of the Lightner Museum, and we ended up passing one of the Flagler College, after a heavy rain. I was behind my dad, presumably texting someone on my phone, and he was a couple yards away. He suddenly turned to look at me, puzzled.
"What?"
"What?" I asked, cuz I had no idea what he wanted.
"I thought you were trying to get my attention. Did you tap my shoulder?"
Well, it couldn't have been because I was too far away and there was no one next to him to tap him. I checked his shoulder and it wasn't wet, so it couldn't have been raindrops from the trees. It wasn't until we took a ghost tour later, when we passed by the college, that we found out that the college was haunted by a woman, and she had the tendency to touch or tap (or even push) other people when they were around certain parts of the school.
They're not super elaborate stories but I can't help but wonder why I haven't heard or seen something weird like that. XD;;;
Decon
Mate, Where's My Damnation?
(based on a legend from Albury, Hertforshire, wherein anyone foolish enough to swim to the bottom of the Halls Garden Pond will find themselves on a one way trip to Hell)
It was a fairly slow day in hell. There hadn’t been any new arrivals to induct and assign to a circle, and no attempts at deal making had been recorded by any of the circle managers. Satan decided to take advantage of this brief moment of reprieve and indulge himself a little; he was comfortably reclining in skull throne, it’s built-in scream massage set to “blood curdling”, feet lain atop a pile of spare network executives whilst one of his favourite records- Everything You Always Wanted To Hear On The Moog (But Were Afraid To Ask For)- played away in the background. He was just getting comfortable when the sound of wet footsteps began to overpower the music.
Adjusting in his throne and looking down, he noticed a very wet young man in swimming trucks looking up at him nonchalantly, with tired looking eyes. The two of them looked at each other for a minute or so, underscored by a synthy rendition of Bolero, Satan occasionally breaking eye contact to scan for any candid cameras.
“Uh... Can I help you?” Satan eventually asked.
“You the devil, mate?” The guy asked in response. Satan shuddered slightly at the noticeable South English drawl.
“Er, yes, that’s one name for me.” Satan said, stepping down from his throne as he sauntered over to the man..
“Oh, solid. So this is hell then, yeah?”
“That is correct.”
“Nice.”
Satan side eyed the young man, still a bit confused as to what exactly was going on. “Have you committed any sins, mortal?”
The guy shrugged. “I dunno. Stole some Wispas from Tesco once. Set a panda car on fire What’s it to you anyway pal?”
“... You’re in Hell, Son. If death brought you to me, I assume it’s because you’re in need of punishing.”
“Death ain’t bought me nowhere, mate.”
Satan’s brow furrowed slightly. “What do you mean, ‘death ain’t brought me nowhere’?”
“The fuck you think , prick? Ain’t seen no fuckin’ death fella or whatever.” The guy spat back, kissing his teeth slightly after finishing his sentence.
“But you can’t BE here unless you’ve died, you ignoramus.” Satan said, somewhat exasperated.
“Uhh, yeah you can mate?”
“No, you can not.”
“Yeah mate you can, ‘cos I’m here?”
Satan groaned. “Alright, fine, enlighten me; how exactly DID you get here?”“Swam, innit.” The man said, gesturing at himself.
“You swam.”
“Yeah.”
“To Hell.”
“Yeah.”
“In trunks.”
“Yeah.”
Satan needed a minute to process that, face screwing up in thought as he did so.. The young fella, for his part, stood around looking gormless.
“You... swam?”
“Ugh fucks sake mate, yeah I swam innit.”
“You somehow swam the length and breadth of the Styx by yourself?” Satan said, more confused then before.
“Nah fam, the Halls Garden Pond.”
Satan paused for a moment, once again unsure whether he was suddenly on an episode of The Office. “What?”
“It’s this pond yeah, where like if you swim to the bottom, you wind up in hell ‘n shit.”
Satan cursed under his breath. “Damned Hell Pockets... we were supposed to have had those all plugged up after all that the nasty business in Japan.”
“Didn’t get ‘em all mate.” The young guy chimed in, tone never changing beyond a sleepy slur.
“Evidently.” Satan said, stressing the T. “What on earth possessed you to do such a thing, anyway?”
“What?”
“Swimming down to Hell!” Satan shouted, clearly at his wits end. “What would posses anybody to swim to the bottom of a pond, in search of entry to a place of eternal damnation?!”
“Wanted to see if it was true pal.”
Satan supposed he couldn’t argue with that. “Well, it is. Now what?”
“Gonna fuck off home.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Go on then.”
“Aye mate will do.”
The guy turned around, slowly walking back the way he came. Satan tapped his foot impatiently on the ground, waiting for him to turn back. Which he did not 30 seconds later.
“Uhhhh where’s the exit bruv?”
“There isn’t one.” Satan said.
“True say?”
“Yes. ‘True say’.”
“Ah that’s long mate.” the guy said, sounding more mildly annoyed at the prospect of being stuck in hell forever then utterly distraught.
“You ought’ve given that some consideration before wandering outside your mortal coil, hmmm?”
“Yeah I guess pal.”
The two once again stood in silence, Satan trying his best not to loose his cool and the young man just sort of... standing there.
Eventually, Satan found the will to ask one last question. “What now?”
“Gonna find a place to get a 20 deck of Rothmans innit.”
With that, the guy wandered off in a random direction. Satan watched him leave, torn between bemusement and astonishment, before simply shaking his head and returning to his throne.
“Mortals these days.”
Doc Tran
The Ivan Vassili
The Russian Steam Freighter Ivan Vassili was not the most remarkable ship. It was an ordinary, but reliable freighter ship with a record of being one of the most reliable ships on the high seas of the late 1800s. One night though, that all changed. As tensions between Russia and Japan were rising, the Ivan Vassili was commandeered under government wartime powers and recommissioned as a military cargoship. The ship sailed along the Western coast of Africa, and on a stop off in Zanzibar took on extra supplies of coal for the long voyage across the Indian Ocean.
Somewhere along the way, the crew realized that they had taken aboard other than coal. Something didn't seem right. It was as if there was something unseen aboard the ship. Crewmen claimed whenever it was near, they could feel a sudden chill in the air, and an eerie feeling they were being watched.
One night, crewmen on deck saw an apparition. It seemed humanoid, but it was impossible to make out any specific features; just a misty, glowing apparition that floated along the deck and disappeared as suddenly as it first appeared. No sign of the supposed ghost or anything unusual was seen until the ship reached Port Arthur base in China for refueling.
The night before entering port, a riot ensued on the ship. The crew attacked each other, ending with one man falling overboard to his death. Afterward, the rest of the crew collapsed in exhaustion and everything was normal again. The ship resumed its voyage to Vladivostok By the second day at sea, another riot broke out. On the third day, it broke out again, and another crewman was thrown overboard and drowned.
When the ship reached its destination, 12 crewmen abandoned ship. They were terrified of the seemingly accursed ship. Some tried to escape the ship before the cargo hatches were even opened. They were captured and placed under armed surveilance.
Things only got worse on the ship's next destination: Hong Kong. Each night, another riot broke out, leading to another crewman's death. Some fell overboard, others were horribly beaten to death. The night before reaching Hong Kong, Captain Sven Andrist jumped overboard and drowned himself. The crew abandoned ship as soon as they reached Hong Kong.
A new captain and crew were assembled, and the ship was sent out to Australia to retrieve a shipment of wool. The same thing kept happening, and claimed yet another captain. Tales of the seemingly damned ship spread and after a while, no one dared to set food on the freighter. Believing the ship to be possessed, sailors in Vladivostock decided to settle things once an for all. In 1907, the ship was set ablaze by the fearful sailors. The Ivan Vassili was dragged out to sea by a tugboat. Those who watched the ship burned and finally sunk swore before the vessel went under, that they could hear a terrifying scream echoing out from the ship.
Thank you so much for joining us for the ghost story game this year. Hopefully you all enjoyed hearing stories around our corners of the world. We'll see you next year with even more stories. Until then, keep reading and keep telling!
--All Authors (10/30/16)
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