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It's almost Halloween, so post your spooky stories here.

Here's a short one I got off the net.

There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.


:eek:
 
Don't look through the keyhole.

A couple of years ago, when I was 23 years old... my car broke down and I drove as far as it would go. I ended up in front of an old beat-up house. I walked up to the scratched, old and worn out door. I knocked a couple of times until a sweet little old couple answered. They insisted that I stay until the morning when they could get some help.

At first I was scared to say yes but I thought they were nice enough, so I took them up on their generous offer. They cooked me a delicious meal and we all went to bed. As we passed a door to go to the bedroom they showed me was mine for the night they told me, "Do not go into our daughter's room". I thought it was kind of strange but it wasn't my house so I respected their request.

I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 o'clock to go to the bathroom. I was curious so I peeked under the door of the daughter's room. I saw a little girl sitting in a chair facing the wall. I assumed she must have been punished and did not want me to bother her. So I went to the bathroom and then back to bed.

A couple of hours later, around 4:30 am, I became real thirsty. I needed to get some water so I got back up and headed for the kitchen. As I passed by the daughter's room, I was still so curious. I peeked in the key hole this time. All I saw was red so I assumed they must have painted the whole room red, including the key hole.

When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and thanked the old couple very much for letting me stay. They said it was no problem and asked how my night was. I said "it was good" and complimented them on the color of the paint job in their daughter's room. They said "what paint job". I then asked if their was anything special about their daughter. They said she died a couple of years ago and had one red eye.

I realized that the red I saw was nothing more than the daughter looking back at me, through the keyhole.
 
Definitely gets ME in the Halloween mood, particularly the second one. :up:
 
Don't look through the keyhole.

A couple of years ago, when I was 23 years old... my car broke down and I drove as far as it would go. I ended up in front of an old beat-up house. I walked up to the scratched, old and worn out door. I knocked a couple of times until a sweet little old couple answered. They insisted that I stay until the morning when they could get some help.

At first I was scared to say yes but I thought they were nice enough, so I took them up on their generous offer. They cooked me a delicious meal and we all went to bed. As we passed a door to go to the bedroom they showed me was mine for the night they told me, "Do not go into our daughter's room". I thought it was kind of strange but it wasn't my house so I respected their request.

I woke up in the middle of the night around 3 o'clock to go to the bathroom. I was curious so I peeked under the door of the daughter's room. I saw a little girl sitting in a chair facing the wall. I assumed she must have been punished and did not want me to bother her. So I went to the bathroom and then back to bed.

A couple of hours later, around 4:30 am, I became real thirsty. I needed to get some water so I got back up and headed for the kitchen. As I passed by the daughter's room, I was still so curious. I peeked in the key hole this time. All I saw was red so I assumed they must have painted the whole room red, including the key hole.

When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and thanked the old couple very much for letting me stay. They said it was no problem and asked how my night was. I said "it was good" and complimented them on the color of the paint job in their daughter's room. They said "what paint job". I then asked if their was anything special about their daughter. They said she died a couple of years ago and had one red eye.

I realized that the red I saw was nothing more than the daughter looking back at me, through the keyhole.
Is that real or fake? I call fake.
 
I just noticed one thing, though. The couple told you/the narrator not to go into the daughter's room, so why would the narrator tell them that she liked the paintjob of the daughter's room anyway? :huh:

"Don't go into our daughter's room."

Next day:

"Nice walls."
 
One time, a couple moved into an old house...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It really only works when you tell it in person:csad:
 
I sneak into Hypesters' bedrooms at night...
 
Rescue

When I was a teenager I worked with a volunteer Search and Rescue organization. I had a pager and was paged in the middle of the night. There was hiker lost on the mountain and a bad storm was coming in. I was not looking forward to seeing my team because my team leader was also my girlfriend, who I was having a fight with at the time. However, we really didn't get a choice in the matter so I got dressed, grabbed my gear and showed up at the Sheriff's office.

There we were bussed out to the camp grounds he'd left from and headed out. We searched for hours, all five of us carrying heavy packs and straining our ears to hear over the increasingly nasty sounding wind. I directed the others in the right direction as the storm really began to lay into us. I saw a flash of orange and my friend, Mike, helped me uncover the guy. with the way the wind and snow was going there was no chance of making it back to the campgrounds, but luckily there were some caves near by, probably what our hiker was aiming for. Mike and I carried the guy in there as the others began gather snow to make a "door" for the cave. once we were good and properly set up, my girlfriend and team leader, Emily, set up a fire. Me, Mike, and Xavier drew straws to see who would help warm up our victim. The best way to counter hypothermia is not a fire, but body heat. Xavier drew the short straw. He stripped down to his skivies and climbed in the bag with the guy. We'd assessed his injuries before moving, and except for his hypothermia, he seemed to be fine an hour or so into the night, with the wind still howling outside, our hiker woke up and blushed more than Xavier did. He talked to everyone, including me. He seemed to sense I was uncomfortable with my girlfriend/leader. I explained that we'd been having a fight, and even though I knew by now it was stupid, I didn't want to apologize, because I still thought I was right.

He told me that love made us into idiots for a reason. If we use logic when we're in love we won't get anywhere. Love isn't about right wrong or anything. He kept going on about romance at the top of his voice. I met Emily's eyes, we smiled at each other, I mouthed "I'm Sorry" and we slept next to each other.

When dawn broke, our hiker was sleeping. He'd been put on the basket and strappedin the night before, so we saw no point in waking him. We broke camp, and headed down the mountain. Xavier checked his vitals periodically as we approached camp, however when we were within visual range of the campsite, Xavier lost the pulse and we double-timed it the rest of the way in back to camp.

We turned him over to lifeflight who looked at us incredulously. They said he was dead. We told them it had just been a few minutes, and they contradicted us. They said he had to have been dead for hours. They took him to the hospital. My team was called in the next day. The hospital had said that he had definitely been dead since before we found him.
 
Are these story's true or fake, because if there fakes i want real paranormal experience story's.
 
I just noticed one thing, though. The couple told you/the narrator not to go into the daughter's room, so why would the narrator tell them that she liked the paintjob of the daughter's room anyway? :huh:

"Don't go into our daughter's room."

Next day:

"Nice walls."


I know, lol. I thought the same thing. Plus, he had already peaked in and seen her sitting in the chair facing the wall. Eek.


I sneak into Hypesters' bedrooms at night...


:eek:


Are these story's true or fake, because if there fakes i want real paranormal experience story's.


The ones I posted came from a couple of scary story sites on the web. They are supposed to be true, but .. who knows.
 
Once upon a time, I went into the kitchen and saw Master Chief having his way with an apple fritter.


I'm scarred forever. :csad:
 

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