I think maybe being scared so bad gives us a midset of fear so sever we cant process any commands to the limbs to move . Has to do with Endocrine Glands and Nervous Systems . But anyways I sure the hell couldn't sleep last night so thanks ------------------ click here to see a legend Houston Rockets fun facts Moochie Norris Got the nickname "Moochie" from his grandfather, who liked the Cab Calloway song, "Minnie the Moocher" His full name is Martyn Norris
Welcome to Ghostcity.net ------------------ When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view. -- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read this one. http://ghostrac.com/ Case # 328329 ------------------ "Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm a schizophrenic and so am I." [This message has been edited by gr8-1 (edited February 15, 2001).]
Well that site tried to get me to use IE, so there's at least some satanic forces at work here. As for the story, it was kind of spooky. I had trouble sleeping last night, and I blame all of you. ------------------ The Rockets will be the NBA champions. Believe.
That hurt man, that. . .really hurts! Not that you said that, but the fact I couldn't dream up the complete winning numbers! HAHA! I know the feeling. The thought of Netscape keeps me up at night, and wakes me in cold sweats! lol! IE is the Internet Explorer browser by the way. ------------------ Dream a deadly Dream. . .
I've had that happen to me a couple times, where you wake up and can't move. It usually happens when I'm really tired, and fall asleep for like a second and wake up where I can't move. I'm pretty sure I'm concious, because I can think... I'm saying to myself... Wake up! But I can move... LIke being stuck in quicksand. I remember one time I had the fan on, and I could hear it softly... Then it gradually got louder and louder until it was like buzzing really loud in my ear... And I woke up. I think it is the case of the mind being awake before the body.. Weird.. ------------------
I think this was made up. It just sounds way too story book (ghost story book?) to be true. ------------------ "Happiness is a journey, not a destination. Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching."
Holy crap. I was reading this thread a couple of nights ago alone in my apartment late at night with it raining outside. I was too scared to even post a reply! I've never experienced anything of a noteworthy magnitude, but I've heard plenty of nerve-splitting stories from others. Azim da Dream ------------------ There's a very fine line between genius and madness. http://www.clutchtown.com
Hey ROXAN---- That is right around where I used to live. I went to Klein High. Anyway, from what you were describing, you were by the I-45/Louetta exchange on the Spring High side. Well, about 100 yards south of the intersection is the Wuensce (sp) Family Cemetary. They had to literally build the I-45 Expansion around it. I bet the ghost you saw came from there. As a note, when I grew up (Elementary School age) I lived in the back of Cypresswood, and at night I would hear the sounds of trains. However, the nearest railroad tracks are by Klein Oak, or the big Union Pacific yard running parallel to Hardy Road. This is definately Art Bell material, but I guess this would be 'normal' for him. LOL. Rob ------------------ Producer at SportsRadio 1340 KKAM visit me online at www.robertsnyder.net 2000 Sportscaster of the Year @ KTXT-FM, Lubbock [This message has been edited by Robert Snyder (edited February 18, 2001).]
Yea Robert, I have heard unexplained train noises too, but maybe it was from a real train? I am not sure (usually happens at night around Spring) As far as the famous cemetary, yes I was near the area. ------------------ Sometimes you gotta do the next best thing!
Man, that is a lot of scary shiznit. ------------------ The next time I have meat and mashed potatoes, I think I'll put a very large blob of potatoes on my plate with just a little piece of meat. And if someone asks me why i didn't get more meat, ill just say, "Oh, you mean this?" and pull out a big piece of meat from inside the blob of potatoes, where ive hidden it. Good magic trick, huh?
DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! reading this thread made me go outside for a few minutes just to chill out. Some scary stuff in here ! I will share one of my stories later, right now am too spooked!!! ------------------ When will I reach 1000 posts ?
The scariest thing on that site isn't the stories. It is the pictures. "Hi, I'm George Whippel, and if you make me angry, I'll kill you with my eyebrows." [This message has been edited by BrianKagy (edited June 26, 2001).]
Internet Explorer ------------------ "There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies, and STATISTICS..." - Mark Twain -
Just before fifth grade, my family moved into a house in a relatively new subdivision on the west side of Houston. The property had previously been a horse ranch with a main house that had burned to the ground some years earlier. We had strange goings on in that house all the time. The only person who denied it was my father, but he's hard of hearing! I had the bedroom at the end of the hall upstairs. Night after night I could sense something coming down the hall, but I never saw anything. Half the time I cowered until I fell asleep with exhaustion. My mother used to feel people tapping her on the should as she stood IN FRONT OF A MIRROR putting on makeup. Once, my brother and I were leaving the house. We turned off the entryway light and turned on the outside light. Damn if those lights didn't reverse themselves as we backed out of the driveway of our empty house. We would lie in bed listening to furniture moving downstairs or stuff rattling in the kitchen. I'd go to the top of the stairs and look for reflected lights but there would be none. Next morning, we would quiz each other about who had gotten up during the night to raid the kitchen. It was never any of us. One time we came back from the grocery store and a housekeeper we employed was sitting out on the curbside. Seems that she turned the corner into the dining room and a strange woman was sitting at the table and in an instant vanished. Turns out some of our neightbors around the corner (Mr. and Mrs. P) had the same kind of problems. He was the man who had owned the property before subdividing it. His now-wife had been his then-mistress. As the story goes, our house sat on the original home site (since burned down). The first Mrs. P had been burned in the fire and died a gruesome death a week or so later in the hospital. Her dying promise had been not to let Mr. P and "his w****" live out their days in peace. She haunted them and us-- her old homestead. ------------------ "How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak. Because someday you will have been all of these." [This message has been edited by RichRocket (edited June 26, 2001).]
Darkhorse: I'm sure gr8-1 is very grateful for that information... 5 months after he asked for it . jk ------------------ Newbiehad... coming to a bbs near you, October 31st.
RichRocket - In the words of Cletis Klump "This is some scary ****!" ------------------ 2001 : a Space Mockery
