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[roliath]

I saw this r/creepy, always thought it was well done.

[idrivea4banger]

^ wtf, we want real stories not make believe shit.

[LS WHAT ??]

Axe Murder Hollow
A Pennsylvania Ghost Story

retold by S.E. Schlosser

Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

[tribaltalon]

Your cochlear implant was fucking with you.

Lolz

[Forever_frost]

When I was about 13, my brother and I went to the end of our street to a recently emptied house. A few months earlier the son in the house had been coming back from Quinlan to his house, riding in the back of his parent's truck holding down a mattress with his body weight. At about 70, the mattress came out and he hit 751 and made a paste. Fast forward.

His parents move out and my brother and I, after dark, decide to take our 3 wheeler down there and see if anything neat was left behind. We get there and the door is unlocked. Cool. My brother goes wandering around to the right and I am in the living room looking at the full size pool table sitting there. I heard something move behind me and turned around and there was someone who looked like the kid who got splattered just standing there.

I took off out the door, jumped the railing and kick started the 3 wheeler, flying back up the road we came. I was home a full 10 minutes before my brother who was pissed because I left him. He hadn't seen anything and wanted to know where I went and why. We didn't go back, despite the pool table and other neat stuff in there. No way.

[SS Junk]

heard alot of crazy ass noises in a previously totally quiet environment,

Your cochlear implant was fucking with you.

[tribaltalon]

I dont have enough time, and I really dont feel like typing the whole story after all. But the cliffs notes version is a friend and I went to the Westlin bunker in Conroe, Tx



walked around for a while underground until my flashlight went out, got stuck 2 stories underground in a 40,000 sq foot complex, heard alot of crazy ass noises in a previously totally quiet environment, finally got out and my flashlight magically started working again. here's some pics of the complex although they left out alot, i imagine due to security concerns being that its a tier II secure data compound now.

http://coldwar-c4i.net/WestlinBldg/bunkerpics.pdf

[LS WHAT ??]

[Mychael101]

I've got another story that would put resident evil to shame if the thread continues

Hurry up and get to typing.

[tribaltalon]

Yeah still casual friends. It was a strange experience but you could tell it wasn't evil just upset. I've got another story that would put resident evil to shame if the thread continues

[LS WHAT ??]

My parent's house is bona fide haunted. Its strange, because we're the ones who built it, so i have no idea why it's haunted. I've had all the cold spots, sound of people walking around when nobody's home, whispering, etc. etc. I remember one friend of mine in particular when he heard the whispering when it was just me and him in the house, and he realized that i had nothing at all to do with the whispering, freaked the FUCK out, almost took a tree out while he was burning out of my driveway. never really bothered me.

THEN, I moved to weatherford and moved into a house that a friend of a friend owned, and we were roommates for a year or so. She mentioned offhand one day if I ever met "Emily", to call either her or her mom immediately. This girl liked to smoke the wacky tobaccy so I didnt really think much about it. Well after almost a year, my roommate found a boyfriend, and rarely ever came home. I didnt mind it at all, it was nice having the house to myself more often then not. Then strange things started happening. My doberman would growl and watch something cross the room that wasnt there, and keys, sunglasses, etc that I'd put on the coffee table would straight up disappear, and then show back up on the table hours later after i tore the entire house apart looking for my stuff thinking i'd misplaced it. THEN, I met Emily. The roommate had come home for the first time in a couple weeks, washed some clothes, packed some more of her stuff, and said she was going out of town with her BF for a month. I helped her load the car, and off she went. I go inside, call my buddies and tell em its PARTY TIME for a month. lol. 45 minutes later, she calls and says she forgot her purse in her bedroom, and wants me to get it and meet her in arlington since I was heading that way anyway later in the day. I walk over to the bedroom, open the door, and the door violently slams shut on me as soon as it opened a few inches. The door slammed shut so hard the whole house seemed to shake. I brushed it off as a draft or something, as the house had been known to open and close doors when a nice draft came through. I grabbed the door handle again, which was ICE cold, and the knob would not budge, wiggle, or turn. I thought about it for a second, decided it must be a practical joke, and went outside to look in her windows to see who was fucking with me. Much to my surprise, there's nobody in her room. I go back in, door is still locked (but there was no lock on the doorknob) I mess with the door for a minute, then call the roommate. I tell her what happened, and she immediately tells me to call her mom. I call, and her mom comes over. She grins and asks how my introduction to Emily went. I'm confused, and have no idea whats going on. She walks over to the door, and starts quietly talking into the room through the door. A few minutes later, the door opens and she goes in and closes the door behind her. 15 minutes later she comes out, purse in hand. Come to find out, this Emily girl is a young girl who drowned in the bathtub in that house in the 30s, and has been my roommates "Friend" all throughout her childhood. Apparently, emily wasnt too happy that her friend had found a boyfriend and was never home anymore. Not long after that, I found a job in Temple and moved there and never looked back. LOL. That was some insane shit, and most people I tell that story too dont believe a word of it. Got no reason at all to lie, and really dont care anyway.

Crazy shit, are you still friends with her?

[turbostang]

forensix. (sp)



i win

lmfao!

[junior]

Forensix. (Sp)



I win

[cdite]

We believe this is the face of a demon. No kidding. EVERY place she has ever lived in has been haunted. Just a couple of weeks ago she woke up with strange bite marks on her legs.

Someone better call BrianC.

[roliath]

@ Rreemo, looks like michael meyers! crazy pic!

http://www.ranker.com/list/the-12-most-convincing-real-life-ghost-stories/wavy-gravey?page=1&format=BLOG&sortby=&sortdir=&