Childhood Ghosties

A collection of my childhood ghost stories and strange encounters that make no sense to anyone I know, and I’m now sharing with you, my fellow ghost magnets. I’m assuming your a ghost magnet or a ghost story connoisseur. Perhaps I’m crazy, Maybe I was dropped on my head one to many times, maybe I’m subject to slight radio wave shifts that mess with my equilibrium and cause hallucinations, or maybe just maybe, I share a special link with the dead, and they use me as a a megaphone of vengeance. But who am I kidding I’m probably just crazy, cause aren’t we all.

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Spencer Oklahoma’s Purple Church

This is probably one of the creepiest places I’ve heard of. In Spencer Oklahoma there is an old abandoned church called the purple church. There are no records of human sacrifices but people who have visited have found animal remains strung up, and bones littering the ground on makeshift alters. People who go inside have said they heard chanting or screaming. People have also reported cloaked figures chasing them down the halls or through the woods. There are also reports of ghostly dogs, bloodied humanoids and other animals wandering the area. People have also said that it is a common occurence for nails to be thrown into the road near the church, so that people will become stranded, or for a black truck to chase people down the road in the middle of the night. 

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Humans Can Lick Too

This is another one of my favorite urban legends. This story has about as many variations as bloody Mary, but today I’ve decided to share the first version I ever heard. I first heard this story in the 6th grade when I was in English class, my cousin me and this boy weren’t paying attention and instead decided to try and scare each other, I told them about the Russian Sleep Experiments and my cousin told us about the senseless man, but by far the creepiest was this boy’s story. It was the shortest but it was just so creepy. 

This young woman lived alone with her dog in a house that was currently under renovations. The house was very old so she employed contractors to fix up the house. All the equipment made strange noises and terrifying shadows so the woman kept her dog with her at night for company. If she was scared she would reach her hand down to her dogs bed and let him lick her hand for comfort. On this night she head a loud creak on the first level of her house like footsteps, so per usual she stuck her hand down to her dogs bed to receive a lick on the hand. 

In the morning she felt something dripping on her face, and when she looked up she saw the deceased body of her dog strung up on the rafters with blood dripping down onto her forehead. On the wall written in her dogs blood was the message “Humans can lick too” 

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The Aerosmith Ghost

This story is fairly recent. Me and my brother have always been really close and in our current house the attic has been turned into a sort of apartment. We are the middle children and currently the oldest who still live in the house. To have our independence me and my brother chose to live in this apartment area which has three bedrooms and a bathroom. My brother has a room, and I have a room and the room in the middle has a Living room area with a futon etc. Because this is an attic it has crawlspaces which we use as storage and closet space. The entire time we’ve lived in this house strange things have happened, so I wasn’t surprised when I would make my bed and I’d come back and things would be rearranged or messed up. It got really freaky when my brother brought home a new smart tv which could only be controlled by his phone or a remote in the middle room. The tv would turn on in the middle of the night and blast Aerosmith to the point my brother thought I was pranking him and hid the remote. Even without the remote the TV still turned on and played random westerns or music, which really messed with my brother to the point he removed the remote app and took the batteries out of the remote and locked it in the bathroom at night to no avail, he went as far as unplugging the TV. This didn’t really bother me, the part that bothered me was the crawlspace. The TV was admittedly annoying but at least harmless. 

Where we live is cold, the crawlspaces let in drafts so we put blankets in front of them and they have sliding locks like the ones in public restrooms. One morning I woke up to the crawlspace door wide open and the lock busted off, I knew the door was opened from the inside as the lock pieces where on the outside of the door and there where grooves from the door being pushed out on the frame. 

That was a little scary because it wasn’t definitely the thing messing with the TV, it could have been a person. 

I fixed the lock on the door, and the next morning the door was open and the tv remote was sitting on the blanket that goes in front of the door. 

My brother now thinks it’s funny to tease me and says it’s my old pal Theodore coming back to haunt me. I mean he could be right. 

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Purely a Ghost Story

Unlike many of my posts this is purely a ghost story/urban legend my father enjoyed to tell around the campfire. It used to scare me almost as much as my actual (or so I believe) ghost encounters so I thought it deserved a spot on my page. 

We would all be huddled around the campfire with marshmellows and he would start. “There was a man named Paul who lived not so far from here, and he worked over in the city so the commute from work to home took a long time. Paul had a very boring job and a routine to keep. This night he started his journey home, listening to the nighttime radio as it grew darker and darker. The clock said it was 9 by the time he crossed the bridge into town. Unlike most nights the town was still awake as it was homecoming weekend. A loud scream pulled Paul out of his stupor and he slowed the car and looked around. On the side of the road he saw a scared looking girl in a formal dress, mascara running down her face. He pulled the car over and rolled down the window. He shouted over to the girl, “Hey miss, you okay? Do you need a ride home?”. The girl looked up at him and cried “Yes please help me”. So he unlocked his door and let the girl in. She sat awkwardly in the back and was hyperventilating. Paul asked her where she lived and she pointed up a backstreet, while getting increasingly more nervous. She had her face pressed against the window crying. Paul turned off the radio and began asking her questions but it was like she couldn’t hear him. She began screaming begging for “Johnny to let her out, she could walk it was fine”. She just kept screaming “Johnny Johnny please” and pulling on the door handle and all of the sudden Paul heard the sound of a gunshot and glass shattering. He slammed on the brakes and turned around to see the girl he’d picked up slumped against the window as if she’d been shot. The wound was on the the front of her head directly in Paul’s view but the rear window was intact. Paul turned back around to catch his breath and when he looked in the rear view mirror the girl had faded away. Paul decided to keep on his route and stop at the local diner for coffee and dinner. At the diner Paul was visibly shaken up so the waitress asked him what was wrong. Paul replied, “There was this girl, she looked like she was going to the dance and she was running down the road” Paul recounted the story to the waitress, who paled and almost fell backwards, she asked Paul “What did she look like?”. He told her she was wearing a long yellow dress and had blonde hair and glasses. The waitress gasped and pulled out a picture. “Like this?” She asked, and Paul nodded. “Do you know her?” he asked. The waitress replied, “Yes. That’s my daughter Natalya she died 15 years ago in a car accident with her boyfriend on their way home from the dance”. The End”

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The Yeasty Beasty

Me and my dad went to our local shoppe around closing time when I was about 9, this is one of the stories I have a very vivid recollection of. Like I said there was probably about 15 minutes until closing and me and my dad where picking up some road snacks as we where going on a roadtrip to see my auntie. 

Me and my dad where standing in the bakery because I wanted one of those free cookie samples. My dad was getting me one from on top of the bakery counter where they kept all the fresh bread and bagels and stuff. 

I was holding his hand and looking at myself in the glass, when something grabs my hand. There was like no one in the store because it was about to close so I freaked out a little bit. I whirled around and no one was there. I went back to looking in this glass, and I felt it again but this time I felt what I can only describe as a wave of maternal love, as this thing grabbed my hand and I swear to the gods above I heard someone say “come dear we have to go” in a panicky voice. 

When we got to my aunties house I told her because she is the one who kind of fed my love of the unexplainable. She told me all she got from that was bad juju. She then proceeded to cleanse me with sage in true hippie fashion. 

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They Eyeless Closet Man~

Let’s start with the earliest encounter I remember.

When I was 3 my family moved. (Yes I know a very cliche beginning). In our first house, my oldest sister (7) had her own room, two of my brothers (5, and 5) shared a room and my youngest brother and me (4 and 3) shared a room. My entire life I shared a room with someone, first my sister, then my brother after she got her own room.

When my family moved into this new house, there was enough bedrooms for all of us siblings to have a room, but my brothers (5,5) wanted to share a room, leaving a guest room. The first night there, was my first night ever sleeping alone. In the middle of the night, I remember seeing a man, maybe a few years senior of my father. He had no eyes, there was no blood, he just didn’t have eyes, and at first glance you didn’t notice his lack of eyes, because he had long hair that covered the empty sockets.

The first night he didn’t say anything, he just stood over my bed and stared at me. Being the young niave three year old I was I fled to my brothers room, and refused to sleep in my room. My parents being the level headed people they where assumed it was a nightmare, and allowed me to sleep with my youngest brother for a little longer, but eventually summer ended and my brother started Preschool meaning he needed to get his sleep (being the cheeky children we where we stayed up all night playing Barbies because my brother is the best an always let me pick <3 love you Issac)

Back in my own room, the creepy eyeless man came back, and being the ever obedient child Instead of climbing the stairs to my parents room, or hiding in my brothers room, I hid in the closet where I met the closet man aka Theodore. Unlike the eyeless man, he talked and I didn’t feel threatened by him. He was more like an imaginary friend, but he definitely wasn’t an imaginary friend, because he could move stuff.

I started sleeping in my closet because the eyeless man couldn’t come in the closet, and spending as much time as I could outside or as far away from my room as possible.

One night my father decided to check on me and completely freaked out when I wasn’t in my bed, and I wouldn’t leave my closet because the eyeless man scared me. Apparently the closet wasn’t an appropriate place to sleep so I was firmly tucked into bed and forced to stay there while the eyeless man fiddled with my hair. Believe me when I said a shiver went down my spine.

At this point young me was terrified beyond my wits, and clung to Theodore.

Every night my dad made sure I was tucked into bed, and each night the eyeless man would come back. My father got so tired of hearing about Theodore and the eyeless man that he began taking me out to make friends, thinking the two men where just imaginary friends I created because I had no play mates. The less and less amount of time I spent with Theodore the less he appeared, and for a long time I thought he was just an imaginary friend, but he could never leave our house.

The last time I saw Theodore, he was upset that I never played with him anymore, and I swear to god and the heavens above he dragged the eyeless man into the closet and locked the door. After that night I never saw either of them again, and besides the occasional jiggle of the doorknob there was no proof either of them ever existed.

No matter how many times I insist that the two ghostly men where real my family never believed me. They are all set on the fact that they where nightmares, figments of my imagination.

But you can’t fake a locked door.

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Well hello there, are you a ghost magnet I bet you are, because I am. Either that or I’m crazy, it’s probably the latter to be honest. Throughout my ever so long life, I have aquired ever so many spooky unexplainable stories. From talking to people in my closet, to strange old ladies grabbing my hands in the supermarket. One day not so long ago in the never ending abyss of quarantine, I was chatting with my mom as you do, about my ever so so strange buddy in the closet, when I came up with the brilliant idea to share my spooky stories on tumblr the magical world of Louis x Harry fanfiction, and PRNDL memes.