#child ghost

[danis-artss]

Heyaaa look who's back for ectober haunt day 8 !

It's me

Ya girl

UwU

Theme was spaceship/ pirate ship, n i took pirate ship lol, kinda wanted to draw the lil annoyance that is youngblood

[crowblincray]

So I have at least 20 years of experience in the janitorial profession. (Work at a grocery store now) The number of stories I have from said time are kinda crazy.

I've cleaned for so many various businesses and have cleaned homes and apartments.

Most people don't think of the cleaning staff. It's a mostly thankless job, you're basically invisible until someone has something to complain about.

The pay usually sucks, at least with the companies I worked for. No benefits, no days off, no breaks.

You get to see a side of the world that most don't even think about.

I have a lot of ghost stories in particular. A lot of places I worked at had weird occurrences and paranormal things. Something about night time in various locations really changes things.

I grew up with an awareness of unexplainable things. My mom never told me ghosts didn't exist or anything like that. If anything, she had her own stories from her childhood.

I don't expect other people to believe my stories or beliefs about things. If you read my stories and want to think of it as just spooky stories, so be it. I'm not here to convince anyone.

That being said.

The most haunted place I ever cleaned for was a private school.

To my knowledge, it's no longer there and was torn down some years ago but I haven't bothered to confirm. I never want to go back to that place.

Now ghosts and weird stuff don't easily scare me. I cleaned for other buildings that had resident ghosts that I became familiar with and even kind of befriended, maybe?

Anyway this place in particular was bad. I don't know what it was about it.

During the day it was beautiful. Birds singing, squirrels running around. 8 acres, 10 buildings. Quiet area.

At night, the place changed. I once had a moment there that felt straight out of silent hill. I worked there with only one other person and sometimes completely alone.

One afternoon as the sun was going down we were outside of the performance building they had for plays and the science fair they did, etc. There was an airforce base within close proximity. The storm sirens at the base started up just as the last bit of light fell behind the horizon. Sounding just like the silent hill sirens. The area instantly felt different, malevolent. The woman I worked with felt it too. A large southern black lady who didn't scare easily. She shuddered at the same time I felt a chill and loudly declared, "Whelp, time to get in the building!" And left to go back inside. Me following right behind her.

The bugs that would infest that place were Massive. I usually don't mind most bugs but I'm talking centipedes that looked like living ostrich feathers that had no fear of humans. Various other bugs I'd never seen or heard of at the time.

It felt like it would rain every night there. Sometimes only on that property. One time I got so mad about it since I had to go outside and walk to each building carrying all my cleaning supplies and would get drenched in the process. One night I screamed at the sky in frustration, "Stop Fucking Raining!" At the top of my lungs at the sky. Oddly enough it did a few minutes later.

The place felt like it had a mind of its own. Like it was alive. I know it sounds crazy. Yes there were ghosts there but there was something about it that scared me more than the ghosts.

You know how at night big glass windows kind of turn into black mirrors and you can't see outside? Just a reflection of the inside?

I'd see kids in the windows all the time following me around. In one building there was a tall black figure I could see following behind me all the time.

The performance building I mentioned earlier had an old man I'd see there sometimes. Now to turn the lights off in that building you had to go All the way behind where the stage was and flip them off and walk back to the front door in pitch black. I didn't have a flashlight either. Now I'm not afraid of the dark, never really have been. I usually find it comforting. As soon as I would flip that light off I'd feel like I had to run out of there. Like I was being chased out by the old man. I don't think he liked people being around after dark.

I'd constantly hear my name being called or people talking though no one was there. I'd ask the other lady if she had called for me or anything. She never did. She was encountering the same kind of things that I was.

It got so bad and I started getting so paranoid and distracted that I started bringing music with me to drown it out. To try and ignore all the creepy crap just so I could get my work done. My coworker began to do the same.

Time would seem to warp some nights. Things that should have only been 20 or 30 minutes long would in actuality be over an hour.

Other times, nights that seemed to go on forever were relatively short. I usually have really good time management with that job so it was really weird.

There is one funny story about that place I'll never forget though.

The place had two huge gates that leads into the campus that were kept locked at night. One being right in front of the very first building.

It was around 2/3am, pouring rain outside. I had just finished bagging the trash in that building and was dragging it out the front door. We would leave the bags of garbage at the front of the buildings to collect at the end of our shift.

I was there alone that night. The road in front of the school was usually completely dead that time of night. I hadn't seen any cars go by at this point.

One lone car is going down the road and comes to a stop right by the gate as I'm putting the bags down. They roll their window down and turn their radio up.

It's blasting Set fire to the rain by Adele.

I stare at the car.

They drive off.

I shake my head and walked back into the building.

When we were given the news that we had been fired from that place I felt no panic or anxiety that I would usually feel at such news.

I was relieved.

I might try and post some other stories here sometime, but that place will always stick in my mind.

P.S. little funny fact. It was the exact same private school my mom had sent me for kindergarten/1st grade. Lol.

[myhauntedsalem]

Two Teens Photograph a Ghost Child During a Christmas Dinner.

On December 12th, 2015, two teenage girls out at a Christmas party being held at Harry’s Bar and Grill in Newcastle captured this spooky image of a ghostly girl sitting at a table while staring at the camera menacingly. Sophie Killip and Kayleigh Lomas, both 19 years-old, say they made the discovery while looking back at the image hours after they’d taken it.

“The table was just one down from us and nobody was sat there so we took a photo of the decorations because they were really nice.” Sophie said when speaking with the Mirror. “There was nothing there at the time but when we looked back at the photo we couldn’t believe it. It was pretty scary and I felt creeped out.”

“It looked like a little girl staring directly back at us. I could really see her, with the features and everything. I didn’t believe in ghosts until I saw this photo. Nothing was sat at this table yet there is most definitely something paranormal in the photo.”

While the image is quite eerie, it’s possible that this may be an optical illusion. The figure could be the empty space between two other party guests that just happens to take on a humanoid shape.

Does it show an actual spirit? Or is there a conventional explanation for this bizarre figure?

[agodth]

I forgot I made this art based on some old official concepts.

[thesehauntedhills]

In the old days, a lot of the time little kids were buried with their favorite toy. It could be anything - a wooden sailboat, a little baseball bat, an old doll, anything the kid loved. Beth Parson's toy, a rag-doll with two white button-eyes, was buried with her when she died, just like that.

Two weeks after the funeral, when her father found the doll laying on the front porch, he decided there must have been a mistake and quietly re-buried it. A week and a half after that, when Beth's mother found the doll - dirty and wet - on the floor of Beth's old playroom, she brought it to the family priest, and together they blessed it and buried it again, in the little girl's plot.

When they found the doll the third time, sitting up on Beth's old bed, there was a little note:-

"It's too cold and dark here. Why won't you let me come home?"

[spooky3forest]

Damn, how nice to be back in fandom fnaf🤧

[ivyprism]

The Younger and Older Ghosts (Ghost Info)

Spoiler warnings!

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The Younger and Older Ghosts Code Names: Nadia and Addison

Theorized Story: The Younger and Older Ghosts, otherwise known as Nadia and Addison, are two sibling ghosts that haunt a school. They appear to be together. It is assumed that the two died in the school together. Many theorize they died in an earthquake at the school. They are incredibly close and loving. It's assumed Addison protected Nadia from being crushed, but ended up gravely injured as a result while Nadia gave into her wounds that she still sustained.

Nadia Powers:

Trance: Nadia can make people fall into a trance, albeit unintentionally.

Telekinesis: She is able to hold and touch things like any other ghost.

Regenerative Healing Factor: She is very difficult to hurt and kill because she heals very quickly and exorcising her is also difficult because of this.

Addison Powers:

Trance: Unlike Nadia, she uses this at will. She doesn't hesitate to try and kill supernatural research employees to protect Nadia.

Telekinesis: She can touch and hold things.

Possession: She is able to possess people and turn them away from the school to protect Nadia. Witnesses say she doesn't do anything to hurt them, just sends them away.

Electrokinesis: She uses this consistently to throw off people who are on her and Nadia's trail. She is very violent with this power and very protective.

Additional Facts:

When the two are separated for extended periods, Addison becomes increasingly violent and angry.

Nadia can be seen being carried by Addison or held by her.

Nadia, when she is afraid, hides behind Addison.

Addison and Nadia are deathly afraid of being crushed.

Nadia Appearance: She appears to be 8-9 years old. She has long blonde hair and yellow eyes. She wears a sweater and skirt, with white socks and shoes. She has a bit of blood on her sweater.

Addison Appearance: She appears to be 14-15 years old. She has short blonde hair and green eyes. She wears a grunge-style purple outfit with a bit of blood on it. She has visible cuts and bandages on her knees, hands, and face.

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@kiokooo / @kiokodoodles

[valpurgatory]

Child Ghost! Fundy,,,