Halloween is almost here...so let's tell spooky stories!
It doesn't matter if you believe in ghosts.....almost everybody has had something scary happen, or maybe heard spooky tales they can share { real experience kinda stuff...not twiced-told tales and urban legends}. I'll start with one { and I do have several}....
This is really a weird thing that a few here have seen in emails I sent. Back a few months ago, I snapped a few shots of my cat, PHOENIX, who is most always perched behind me on the back of my chair here in my office. It was one of those days I was low on stuff to upload and decided to share a shot of Phoenix...so I snapped maybe 6 shots.
Firstly...I do NOT believe in ghosts...and in fact, make fun of those kinda shows and stories. But I have had some creepy things happen that make me wonder. I uploaded my pics...and in one shot, I saw a strange image....and it's like a female form, wringing it's hands....face/facial features very distinct. The pic/link will show you the shot. I suck too bad at editing and photo shop to have done anything to cause this. I left the pic at full res, untouched, with all my baskets of ebay junk cluttering the room, so nothing is altered. the only window is at rt of pic, and it was DARK and wooded...no lights that could have caused anything. Phoenix was staring at something...and the office I use...is actually my {deceased} mother's old bedroom. She actualy passed away IN THIS ROOM. She used to stand and wring her hands just like the figure seems to be doing. I felt no "cold drafts"...no presence what-so-ever....and yes...find it improbable it's anything except a weird fluke...exposure. But it does have a face...and I find it fitting to share as an opening ghost story. :)
image at left of pic...

ghost?

hahahaha { ohhh sure....blame the HORSE.....!} hahahaha

LOL… It couldn’t have happened to a nicer chap Bob :-)

As I took this photo Stained Falls I could hear the rain from a thunderstorm approaching through the trees. As I jammed the camera into its bag the rain arrived and I felt like someone else was there but I couldn’t see anyone else, it felt quite freaky really.

Now if you examine that photo a bit over half way across from the right hand side and slightly lower than the row of green ferns you will see two faces. One appears to be an aboriginal Australian and the other appears to be a bushranger. You figure if you can because I cant.

spoooooky! But I see DigiCamMan's avatar right next to the very first fern at right side!!!!!!!!!!!

looking again.....{ nice one, Robert...and nice story!} I DO feel...or "pick up on" strong feelings of death in places...../ here we have a place called Weedon Island, and in certain areas, I feel a darkness...very strong death-like aura. Not only is it a burial ground { Indian} but also was a dumping ground for bodies { a serial killer dumped quite a few there}...and the feelings I had were before I knew all that.

Alright ... I happen to have one ...

The PM that Terri sent to me about this thread?

!! It ... was ... number 666 !!

*looks under bed, in closet ... in the attic*

Ok, ok ... *geri is no where to be found ... yet. *shudders*

(True about the '666' part, cross my heart.)

muhahahahaha!

you have 666 PM's??? ... (*pulls off mask*) ... VERENA !!! .. it's been YOU all along?

Gosh Terri- I have had so many "unexplained" things happen to me I don't know where to begin but I'll share a couple of them with everyone. I was home alone one afternoon and was cooking supper. I was washing a few dishes in the sink when all of a sudden, I felt someone stroke my hair and then I could actually feel the pressure of their hands rest on top of my shoulders. It's funny but I wasn't afraid at all of this presence.Randys mother would do this to me sometimes when she was still living and would whisper in my ear "Are you sure I can't help with anything?" So I feel as though it was her. Another unexplained occurence that happened to me was a few years earlier when I was around 19 and was so in love with a guy named Ty. I really thought that I would be spending my life with him but he was killed in a car accident on his way home from work one night . I was in my car a few weeks after this happened when all of a sudden I heard his voice say " I love you Eileen" and without hesitation I turned toward the passenger seat and said 'I love you too". I had to pull over to the side of the road after this happened I was so shaken and crying. I have no explanation of this other than the fact that he wanted me to know that he still loved me. I've never heard his voice again or felt his presence since. I have no "scientific" explanation for why these and other occurences have happened to me and probably never will. I feel as though it's just something that can't be explained but I know they really happened.

Oooh, that is spoooky and sweet!


{ could it have been Kiefer?}

Those stories are sweetly sad.....
and you are loveable enough for somebody to continue loving you in the thereafter...

Thank you Terri - You are a sweetheart too!

Sorry, for this interruption and my sincere apologies foofoo ... the following is directed towards Keiths' comments ...

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOOLOL.

*reaches for the industrial Windex with R37*

Ahhh nutz ... now I am really sorry Eileen.

I did not read your story until having posted my outburst above.

A rather poignant way of viewing life, I must say.

Annd ... actually, I am kind of glad that the events in this thread unfolded as they have ... I know now who it is that you remind me of ... Jennifer Aniston. That was driving me crazy for a while. :o)

I shall return with another contribution. Carry on ... never mind me. :o)

Wow, I would certainly say that Bob wins, so far. I'll be sitting here in class trying to pick my brain for traumatic scary stories that I may have blocked out :)

hahahaha nothing scarier than a horse fart...hehehehe

LMAO @ Keith... checks medical supplies... bandages... check... antiseptic liquid.. check... bandaids.. check.. needle & thread... check.. warm blankets... check
OK.. i'm ready.. *sits back and waits.... LMAO... now thats a scary story.. roflmao

forgot the oxygen tank and the gloves... lol... now i'm ready

Scariest thing in the last week: I was going on a beautiful fall walk along a remote hiking trail, absolutely covered in leaves. I felt something wet in my flipflop that was a good bit thicker than your average wet leaf. After trying to shake it for a few steps, I stopped and lifted up my flipflop, only to find a fully intact slug. The fear factor comes into play when I ponder what would have happened if I had simply tried to walk it out... *shudders*

I'll try and recall something slightly more frightening for later.

Scary story #2: Before madmaven invited me to this thread... I did not even realize that these forums existed! :o

ewwwww/ hahaha { I am scared of Cockroaches......}

Ok, one of those believe it or not ... sort of ...

Friday night ... off to Toronto we go. There was a version of a joke that circulated for a bit ... how do you get 32 Hamiltonians into a Volkswagon? Tell them it's going to Toronto.

Yeah, yeah ... I know. So ...

Not that the nightlife here is that bad, but, most definitely T.O. has much more to offer. Back to the story ...

So, a group of us, head en masse to a club ... where we get suitably happy and take it to closing time. Now came the hard part ... the ride home. We always ... always had a D.D., or designated deadhead who either stopped drinking well before departure time, or didn't drink at all. Uhm ... there was always alternative methods of consciousness raising (or lowering for that matter) available. Just no drinking and driving.

The tough part about the ride home? Usually nature would call ... and call ... and call. And depending on who your 'driver' was that night (there was usually a convoy of us that headed out those evenings), it could be torture. Such as in; "Hold it ... we're almost home and I don't want to stop." This more than likely said as we just hit the highway with a minimum 45 minute ride ahead. Yes ... the perception of a minute really does depend on which side of the bathroom door you are on.

Alright, so just before we hit the onramp and are about to leave T.O. proper, I remember this salient fact and ask to stop and let me use one of the subway restrooms.

Now, I can, embarrassingly admit here, I could hardly walk. I was feeling pretty good. I get out of the car ... stumble a few steps to the subway stop entrance ... take a few unsteady steps down ... and omg ... I have never felt the 'presence' of evil before or since as strongly ... like I did then.

I immediately sobered up ... and I mean immediately. I remember just staring down the stairway ... backing up the few steps I had gone down ... I couldn't see anything ... I ... just felt 'something.'

Fast forward to the next day ...

In the papers and on the news ... a young man was reported killed the previous night ... in Toronto ... at that same subway stop ... that I didn't go down. A botched mugging according to the police report.

what? ... you didn't even eat the slug? ... where's the punchline? ...

oh .. they are putting on reel two .. ok

I have 3 visitors that visit every so often.. one is a young male, who comes from the hallway into the kitchen then disappears, he doesn't go anywhere else.. the other one is a little boy called Charlie... he's dressed in olde clothes, he usually turns up when something is going to happen.. the other is my grandmother I always know when she's there because you can smell Lily of the valley scent..

Another scary thing.. when the kids were little I used to hear giggling and footsteps running down the hall... but when I checked the kids they were fast asleep in their beds...

and yet another... when I lived with my parents on the 6th of April every year a lady in a long 18th century gown would wander through our house... also had an old man who used to sit in the old chair that used to be able to spin around, you'd hear him at night rocking and spinning the chair around...

and now I have something here that keeps moving stuff off my desk.. i can put a pen down turn around and its disappeared along with the phone... oh hang on thats my son... lol...

hahahaha I think the giggling and footsteps is just Kiefer...raiding your panty drawer....hehehehe

hmmmm that would explain where my lacey red ones disappeared to... lmao

hey ... I have a collection of red lacey ones

hahahahaha HEY!.......................WTF? *runs naked from thread*

Ooooh...wow...just read Les's story! That's creeeepy! And....you...uh, couldn't have possibly done some things down there that you were too drunk to remember now could ya, Les???????

Its funny how you can feel things like that... years ago I went on a tour of an old jail (convict days) there was one cell that was solitary confinement.. everyone was going in having a look around... I couldnt put one foot into that room.. it was weird...

On the night my sister died we, me, my husband Gary, my brother Mike & my sister-in-law Mary, were down at the hospice she was in, in Cinncinnati. We'd been going back & forth for about a month.

Anyway, the hospice was beautiful & the rooms nice & warm seeming & very homey for the patients. They'd let my sister bring in treasured family photos & a favorite afghan & several other things from home in order to make her time there as comfortable as possible. They usually had the lights dimmed a little, & everytime we were there soft music was playing from a CD player on a really nice bookcase.

So one night we were there, the 4 of us. The lights were kinda low & the CD player was on. Mike was sitting in a chair at the foot of Alice's bed to the left, almost next to the door actually. Gary was standing on the left side of the bed. Mary & I both were on the right side of Alice's bed, she was at the foot & I was sitting at Alice's head & there was a small table between Mary & I.

We weren't talking much... just waiting out the vigil, really. I was looking down at the floor when all of a sudden I noticed the light was changing so I looked up. The room was bathed in a soft golden light, but it was odd, kind of transparent. And I could see the room was still dim, but under the golden light, if it makes any sense. It reminded me of that toy I had as a kid, I don't know if they still make them or not. The toy was a piece of cellophane over a piece of cardboard & you could draw or write on it with a red plastic stylus & then lift the cellophane & the stuff on it would magically disappear. Anyway, the light had that type of look to it, like a soft wash of antique gold laid over the room.

I looked at Gary & Mary & Mike, but they didn't move or seem to notice it & then I noticed the foot of Alice's bed. On the right at the bottom stood my Mother with her hand resting lightly on the footboard & on the left stood my Dad. They ignored all of us in the room & just stood quietly, watching Alice. And I sat there, quietly watching them watch her.

After a few minutes I noticed the gold light in the room began to fade, & I looked at Mother & Dad & they faded away too. In just a few minutes the room was back to normal. About 10 minutes after that Mike suggessted we go back to the hotel. It was about 12:30 & we'd been there since 4 A.M. The hospice called about an hour later to say Alice had just passed away.

I felt okay about leaving Alice since I'd seen my parents. And later on, I went to see a psychic & described to her what I just told you. She said sometimes the soul leaves a body but the body doesn't die right away, it kind of ticks down, like an old watch. And I felt horrible about Alice's dying & I'll miss her til my dying day, but I also felt peaceful because she was with family.

To this day, & forever, I believe I saw my sister leave with my parents. I also feel seeing them was a gift from God... a way to reassure me that Alice was safe & with loved ones. And... I treasure that small gift & will never forget it either.

BTW ... my father died in 1994, & my mother died in 1995.... Alice in 1999.

As a young man (high school) I was out with a gal on a date. We had been to a movie and on the way home that night took a drive out in the country, & parked on a deserted gravel road. There was no moon out that night, so other than the light from the dashboard radio it was pitch black. There was nothing but corn fields on either side of us. We were in the middle of "making out" (you use your word for it..lol) when all of a sudden off in the distance some lights appeared in the sky shining down into the field beside us. We could see them move back & forth across the field lighting up the rows of corn. I right away thought it was a helicopter out searching for someone/something. Then I realized I didnt hear any noise coming from that way & no wind from rotors. I turned the radio down & rolled down my window and still heard nothing! Well the girl I was with starting freaking out wanting to leave,etc. but my thoughts were..lets not draw any attention to ourselves, & just sit there quietly with no lights on. After a few minutes the lights came closer & closer to where we were parked. Eventually they passed over the car illuminating it & us inside which of course was extremely freaky, especially to her! But they did not stop or linger over the top of us, & we felt no different (hot, cold, pain, etc.) when the lights were on us. We could not tell where the light was coming from ..could see or hear no aircraft in the sky. The light was bright but not blinding, & definitely originated from the sky..not the ground. Well sooner or later the lights quit shining & we got the hell out of there. We never did figure out what it was. I even called the airport tower when I got home that night and they knew nothing about it! To this day I still dont know what it was in the sky that night!

Title: The dead can move? (true story)

As an early med student, in the dissection room, with loads of cadavers inside, I was asked to provide some manly strength (most med students these days are female, not that I am implying women are less strong in any way!) to keep another group's cadaver stable whilst sawing through the abdomen. Whilst they were sawing, and I was standing on next to the body, the arm suddenly stretched out in a fashion sort of like pushing me away. Fair enough, it wasn't my group, and who would want to have a saw through your body in the interest of anatomical teaching?

WOW!!!!!! Some really good ones here.....
Lauren.....that was a very beautiful and sad story.

Dan....that's just weird.....and were any of your clothes missing afterwards and did you walk like you'd been probed?

Doc: GAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *shudders* uh.....so....did you finish sawing...or hafta go change your shorts?

By the way, i outlined MY ghost coz a few say they did not know where to look...so look within the area i outlined in this shot...

clickhere

Hmm..I remember when I was a little girl ( i mean like 6 or 7) I was walking through the woods with my family (which was mom, aunt, cousin and other aunt) We went down to what we called Bever Stream and we stood there watching the clear water and just relaxing for a while. No lie ya'll, this big, black dog appeared out of no where, scared the s*** out of all of us. Its barked at us, and then Pitchy (my dog then) started barking back. We all were like, wtf? Then we heard a very shrill whistle and the dog turned, and litterally dissapeared.

How? Why? I dunno. But that was freakin scary, especially at such a young age.

Of course, there also my grandfather in my bathroom. Yea...that always nice, considering he's been gone since I was about 6 months old...

Do you say Hi Cat when you see him ?

Boo! - my scary story. I got non. :(

NO! I tell him to get the heck outta my bathroom! I tell him to haunt like. the kitchen or something, not my bathroom! lol.

hahaha atta girl Cat! Dirty ole Gramps!

I wouldnt mind him being there so much.. But he turns off the lights while im in there, so its completly dark... lol.

I was @14 years old and was working in a restaurant that was on the water's edge (actually it was surrounded by water on three sides), on Friday and Saturday evenings, and I wouldn't get out of there until @ midnight. So when I was finished with work I would go sit on some steps that were part of the seawall waiting for my ride home. On some nights there would be a breeze, on other nights the air was totally still, but no matter what the weather was like the same thing would always happen. It would start off down the road, the sound of a horse's hooves as it galloped up the gravel road, the sound would pass by within 30 feet of the steps and continue up to the water's edge and stop, then it would start all over again and again and again. Myself, being the curious sort, went and tried to discover the true source of the sound. I walked up the road and could confirm that the sound would start there and travel towards the water's edge. I then went @45-50 feet from the steps and confirmed that the sound was between me and the steps, and not just some distant sound. I never saw an apparition with this, nor any trace of it in the gravel such as hoof prints. I lived in the area for half my life and studied the local history and such and there is no known ghost legends of any kind in the area. I recently traveled back to the area and unfortunely the road and whole location of the resturant is fenced off from the public now. Strange.

and uh.....you forget where everything is....?:)

Hey all... wow, spooky stories.

Mine is rubbish though, but will tell anyways.

A couple of years ago (I was about... 11? 12?) I used to lie in bed and look out of my window. There was always this tree in view, and the top of it was always in the form of a man on horse, hunched over, apparently waiting to strike. Anyways, I went on holiday for a week, and when I came back, it appeared a lot closer, and I got scared and slept in a different room that night.

Over the following nights, I watched it, and every night it appeared to get closer and closer, until one night, it was gone. I figured they must have chopped it down. I felt safe, but that night I couldn't help but feel a strange presence in my room...

Also, does anyone else ever feel like they have strange powers? Like, I see the future in my dreams (nothing useful, by the way) but I remember seeing everyone panicking when the twin towers collapsed, but then I didn't know what it was about.

And sometimes I can see people's auras (colour which surrounds a person) which also happens to my uncle... And my nan does psychic healing. Pretty damn well as well. Maybe it just runs in my blood... who knows?

Wow : Just saw A1's story......spoooky! reminds me of one I plan to share...{ but have to do it tomorrow...}

Gemma: nice story! Thanks for sharing! { what aura am I?} *covers Gemma's eyes* no peeking now!

Well, I don't know if ya'll believe in demons but I do and this is a true story.

One day a couple of years ago (I was 10 and my little brother was 8) we decided to go on a hike through the woods and head down to the stream. It was a slightly cloudy day and the birds were chirping and whisting all around, and it was moderately warm. About half way down to the stream, we stopped because my brother thought that he heard a growling noise. At the same time, the birds grew instantly quiet and the forest darkened a bit. At first I thought it was only a dog and started walking on. On my third step, I froze.. I suddenly felt on overwhelming sense of dread. When I looked back to see if Christian (my little brother) was ok, I saw what he was staring at. About 30 feet away was a pitch black figure with deep red eyes that almost seemed transparent.. yet not quite. It then started to come (float) closer and I was so scared, I fell to my kees and began to pray. I prayed that God would protect us and that the demon would leave us alone. By the time I was done praying, I realized that I was saying it quite loud and almost shouting, then my little brother came to me and hugged me saying, "Its all right Sissy, they're gone." Ever since then, I carry a roseary with me, and never go anywhere alone.

Gak! Thanks Alex! Now that's REALLY scary....and will give me nightmares....* hides under covers*

Ooooh I just remebered something... when I went on one of my first scout camps and we had to sleep in the bush overnight and then hike back to the main camp the next morning... we slept in the open (I had a very large spider lower itself onto my face but that's not the spooky bit). Anyway after everyone else was asleep (I assume, because none of them saw it) I was lying looking at the "bridge" that crossed the creek we were camping nearby (just concrete with a few pipes through it about 1/2 a metre above the creek bed, so not really a bridge) I saw what looked ike a very large dog go running across it... like it was after something because it was travelling quite fast... it just ran across and disappeared into the trees on the other side. Now we didn't have any dingoes around that area, so I guess it must have been a wild dog, and maybe my memory has exagerrated its size but it was bigger than most... I must have laid awake for hours without blinking or making a sound, just hoping that whatever it was didn't come back...

Years ago (and I mean YEARS ago when I was about 8) we went camping around Scotland we had the dog with us, all the places we stayed at he was well behaved... the night we camped at Loch Ness,, he wouldnt get out of the car, when we did get him out he hid under it shaking, and cried all night... that place had one of the weirdest feelings about it, it felt as if something was watching you all the time, a dark feeling.. we only stayed one night there, everyone was spooked by the feeling that was there.. once we drove to the otherside of the lake you could feel it lifting and the dog settled down... it was weird cos it was the same lake but on the opposite side..

boo!

My favorite scary story; "The Little Girl" by Katy Towell

Once upon a time there was a little girl..

No, no, that's not right. It wasn't just any time, and this wasn't just any little girl.

This story is about Emmeline, and she lived in a town that no longer exists.. well, not anymore. Emmeline was the only child of two wealthy parents who provided her with mountains of toys and every game she could ever want. But Emmeline was missing something. You see, Mommy and Daddy were always away, busy with work.. the servants would complain that she was always underfoot, and even the postman, who brought Daddy those letters that made him frown, never brought anything for poor Emmeline.

No hugs. No bedtime stories. No one to admire her drawings. Emmeline had been forgotten by everyone, and was dreadfully alone.

One night Emmeline was looking out her bedroom window when she spotted a twinkling star that glowed brilliantly. Emmeline remembered reading stories about stars such as these, that granted wishes! If anyone was deserving of a wish it was poor and lonely Emmeline. She closed her eyes tight and wished.. wished.. WISHED with all her might for a friend who would play with her, protect her from the creatures in the shadows, and who would never ever EVER leave.

"Please", she whispered, "Pleeease".

And at the stroke of midnight, or perhaps a few seconds before, her wish was granted.

Emmeline and her new friend did everything together. They drew pictures, they told stories, and they built magnificent pillow forts. Emmeline named her new friend Mr Creazil - because it sounded right - and this small red-eyed and winged, clawed and hooved, furry imp was her little secret.

Mr Creazil was great fun for awhile and did whatever Emmeline asked, but nothing more. He couldn't even love her on his own, and that thought made Emmeline very sad. Then came the sound of cheering from the parlor, and soon after, the "news".

"Oh isn't it wonderful Emmeline?" said one of the maids, who never usually said anything to her. "Your mother is going to have a baby. You'll have a baby sister one day, won't that be nice?" And with that, the maid was gone as quickly as she had come. Emmeline turned to Mr Creazil, who after considering the proper response, chose to frown.

No, this was not wonderful. Not at all. This was the final straw and Emmeline would not stand for it! With her fists clenched at her sides and her face scarlet with rage, she opened her tiny mouth and screamed. How dare they replace her with a new child? How DARE THEY love another little girl? Emmeline screamed and screamed and couldn't stop screaming, and as she screamed.. Mr Creazil absorbed her wrath. He began to grow. And the more Emmeline screamed, the bigger and uglier Mr Creazil became, until he was a towering horned abomination, bigger than the house now, with terror dancing in his red orbs and a devilish sneer curling his black lips.

With a terrifying roar, Mr Creazil carried out the revenge that Emmeline had wanted more than ever.

"CRACK!" went the house, and everyone inside it. "CRASH!" went the neighborhood, whose children never asked to play with Emmeline. On Mister Creazil stormed, tearing to pieces everyone and everything that had ever failed his creator. The icecream truck that never stopped for her. The reverend who chuckled at her prayers, even the postman, all met a swift and terrible demise.

Emmeline stopped screaming, exhausted and heartbroken, she sat on what was left of her bedroom floor and cried. Oh, WHY hadn't anyone loved her? Why did Mommy and Daddy want a new daughter, when Emmeline would have done anything..ANYTHING for a simple hug? A kiss on the forehead. Even a good scolding! But everyone was gone. Who would love her now?

Lighting up the night's sky was the very star upon which she had wished, not so very long ago. With a heavy heart, Emmeline looked upon it and made one more request. She closed her eyes and wished.. wished.. WISHED with all her might. And at the exact stroke of midnight -or perhaps a few seconds before- Emmeline's wish came true. Like a ghostly light, she began to fade until there was nothing left. Neither she nor Mr Creazil were ever seen again.

Sometimes on a dark night, when the stars are twinkling, if you're very still and very quiet, you can almost hear her tiny voice..

"Please... Pleeeeeease.." whispers the wind, forever echoing the one wish of a little girl who was forgotten by absolutely everyone.

GOD You scared me Rob... now i'm gonna be scared all night...

That was a sad story Matt...

My daughter moved into a new home. Her friends who helped them move spent the night. Janine said to Kristin, your kids must have been up early because I heard there rocking chair playing music this morning. Kristin said they were not up then and the rocker does not play music. The same day, they had some sparkling waters in a 6 pack on the kitchen table. The bottles fell off the table and all landed straight up still in the 6 pack not one toppled over and the tops were off though and fizz went all over the sliding patio door but not one bottle broke and they were in the 6 pack straight up. What are the odds that they would fall and the tops would come off but there would not be any broken glass????

wow....lots of good ones..../ the story of the sad little girl breaks my heart..:(

Astronomical odds Kim... My scary story? well my whole childhood of course..HAHAHA..Just can't think of one off hand..

*peers at mavens piccie*

Ah, it doesn't work with pixels. Oh well. Bowling was fun, I lost by miles. I got about 76. My friend with an injured elbow won somehow. Strange...

Don't say boo. Scares me.

Gotta go, chinese is here... mmm... egg fried rice...

(*sigh*)

it was a dark and stormy night... i turned on my computer and so help me, this is true... Caedes.net was (gasp) OFFLINE!!!

PS.... boo :P

The teenagers are taking over. I find that scarier than any of these stories.

*runs away screaming*

Teenagers taking over eh? *ahem* Exactly what do you have against teenagers? *folds arms*

it isn't THAT long ago that i was a teen, and at the time i wanted to be treated as an adult, not be seen as a kid, and taken seriously. for the most part, while i was right to think and want these things, it wasn't until i actually DID the rest of my growing up, that i was able to look back and see that at the time, i still needed to. so while nothing is held personally against teens here, perhaps some need to understand our perspective just as much or more than we need to understand theirs... seeing how we've already been in their shoes...

Mr Triclops here is right

You stole my shoes? Not again! *cries for lost shoes*

And I feel extremely unappreciated by my school. I try so hard... *cries some more!*

I can give you one back...the other one is a perfect fit so i think i'll be keeping it :P

My thinking on "the teen scene" is this: { from my heart and soul}....
I LOVE THE KIDS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most of the time..."kids" don't even wanna hang out with old fogeys..../ adults...etc..:)
Here we have a group of younger Caedesians that DO look to play amongst the threads and share art with us. What a privelege! Sincerely! And *cough-cough*...FAR BE IT that any of us "ADULTS" ever act immature or silly or at times beyond and over the edge a bit.....RIGHT?
Truthfully.....maybe for some here....seeing the YC's dredge up old threads...or banter brainlessly in "OUR" threads...may rile the ones who are set in their ways...and yes...there are sometimes annoyances...when people start threads just to say...Um...Hello?......{ not that I ever started a thread and totally goofed...MOI?}
Anyway....at the risk of being labeled a trouble-maker or over-zealous peace-maker, I feel that as adults....we all act a bit wild and silly...and that's great...and fun. When the "KIDZ" act out and go a bit off....can we not teach them the rules....{ you know...those things we all break here on site?}. I do NOT want to see segregation of kids and adults...and I doubt that most of the people who joked on the thread saying exactly that, actually want that either...but for anybody who does feel annoyed with the kids when they get a bit silly....or whatever, I think a friendly pm to the person/kid politely explaining things is all it would take to remedy things. But this is all just my humble opinion. It's not my site and I am a nobody. But I love the kids...and there are times THEY need to be shielded from ME...and I am in need of admonishment for misbehaving and acting inappropriately with my warped humor. Anyway: I love you whippersnappers!

The Kids that frequent Caedes are a great bunch of kids.

Just remember that there is not much adult in most kids but there a lot of kid in most adults.

Now days it's getting harder & harder for adults & teens; young people, to interact due to things like the latest outrage. The Senate Page thing..good God we cant even trust the idiots in D.C. to be alone with teens anymore!! (And we let THEM make the laws??) Anyway,I hope Caedes can be a place where no one has to worry about that..police ourselves I guess you would say! *picks up soap box & walks off*

dan... you forgot to take the kids with you... ;-)

hahaha ROB! { smacks with wet towel}

*with an evil gleam in my eye, i make a mental note and store it for 'later'*

"do tell"

Hmmm..sounds like a spooky story alright! ;)

hint..i'm a scorpio..thru and thru

Ok..this is kind of a spooky story; check out
computer in a pumpkin

wow, to have that much disposable income.. and that much free time.. one can only sit and dream of such things

Who would have guessed it a Mac-o-Lantern. Cool it’s sorter on topic but not really spooky. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the money to do crazy stuff like that?

Yes it would be nice to have that much money...but who said it was for crazy stuff? You could do really crazy stuff :P

hmmmm inspiration struck... thanks!

I wish I had money... but where I live, us teens generally run riot and the good ones like me now can't be trusted with jobs!

Adults may be mature, but some can't half stereotype. (Some; you adults are alright!)

Uhm ... no more spooky stories?

*is sad now* :o(

My summer camp was haunted by the ghost of Gloria Garcia.

Gloria was a little girl who had gone to the camp some 20-30 years before. Unfortunately, the pool wasn't fenced @ the time, and poor Gloria was a sleepwalker. Yes... one night, Gloria managed to sleepwalk down from the cabins, across the huge field, past the dining hall, and right into the deep end.

As she couldn't swim, her body was found the next morning... and late @ nite, as you are curled in your bunk... if you feel ghostly fingers pulling @ your covers... it is Gloria trying to get warm again...

Don't you want to go hide under the covers now?

good'un...but sad...{ is this like the return of Jason's sister?} :)

I had my visitor last night again... this time my son saw him.. scared him half to death that he went to his room and wouldnt come back out.. lol..

LOL.

Gotta love when the 'bad' boys get scared and need their mommies, lol.

That is so cool though, and I am jealous ... I want a poltergeist too. :o(

Spooky? Hmm, a little ... here we go ...

When my dad died ... the family gathered at my parents' household to take care of the things that need to be taken care of and to be there for my mom.

It was in August, still rather pleasant as far as weather goes.

So, amidst the somewhat frantic pace of comings and goings in the house ... I took a little respite and went into the backyard to ... hmm, relax. Had a book with me, and laid out in the warm sun.

You know that feeling of being watched? Yeah, big time. Not as in bad, or scary ... but that 'presence' thing, again. I looked up from my book and directly to the window of the house that was drawing my attention ... and saw a very small butterfly ... gently butting up against the window itself on the inside.

Didn't really think too much about it. Until ... later on in the day ... same feeling of being watched ... and then looking up to see my little 'friend.' Come supper time, it was apparent that the butterfly had not escaped the notice of my siblings either.

We are all kind of nature fanatics, having been raised that way and having the respect for living things ... allll living things ... instilled in us. (Ohhh ... just remembered someone I want on my 'dinner' invite list ... oopsie ... shiny moment for moi, lol.)

The butterfly's appearance marked the day we made the official burial arrangements. And for the days leading up to ... it would appear ... yes, magically, and mysteriously from time to time.

Annnd ... being the creature lovers that we are ... the consensus was, that this butterfly was not likely to find sustenance in the house. So, my brother corralled it ... gently, and released it back into the great outdoors from the front door. We all watched as he did so.

Next day ... coming up the drive from having gone out to the store ... that same feeling of being watched again ... look up ... and I see the butterfly again, on the inside of the house ... flying around the big front picture window. Ohhh k.

It's presence became known in the household and 'we' decided that, if it wanted to stay in the house ... stay, it shall.

Fast forward ... to the day of my dads' burial ...

We are getting ready, getting dressed, having some breakfast ... and just when the family is set to leave for the funeral parlor ... my brother once again, gently corrals the butterfly ... quite easily this time, actually.

And as we stand on the front porch ... remember this was days since "its' " first arrival, from start to finish, kind of, sort of ... my brother, with butterfly perched on his hand ... asks my mom to give it a little helping breath of wind to send the butterfly on its' way.

My mom gives a little whoosh ... and off into the sky ... we watch the butterfly wing its' way back into the wild and beyond.

It never came back after that day.

After almost a week of constant vigilance on "its' " part, watching over us ... my dad left ... after saying one final goodbye. :o)

p.s. My dad was ... a little flamboyant, and gregarious. So, not one to be just a 'fly on the wall' ... he had to pick something a little more in keeping with his personality. ;o)

You're supposed to be scaring us Les! Not giving us "warm fuzzies"... but we forgive you...

That was lovely Les...

very cool story, Les. i have my own personal reasons for enjoying that.. thanks.

Danke kind people. :o)

I saw no reason not to expand the definition of 'spooky' somewhat, to include the 'supernatural,' if you will. Jacqueline's friendly Caspers running about ... kind of green-lighted my thoughts.

A hauntingly bootiful story, Les!

Wow, beautiful.

I just remembered something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

At the beginning of this year, I was in Woodtech class trying to make my clock. Usually, in this class, it was extremely noisy what with everyone trying to get my teacher to do this, that, and anything else they could get him to do for them. It was getting near the time where I had to choose my classes for next year, and after a lot of thought, I decided to take Music instead of Woodtech, both of which I love. I remember telling my teacher this, and he was sad as I was the only person that didn't get him to do anything for the project (he pretty much made everyone elses clocks for them).

That night, I was watching TV when my brother came into the room and told me that my teacher had been murdered. (By the way, in England, murder is a lot rarer seeing as it is a lot smaller than America, so it was a big deal - on the news nationally and everything.) Apparently, he had been stabbed in the back with a pair of garden shears by somebody who was smoking a load of marajuana, but I felt responsible for some reason.

So now I'm scared.

Thats terrible.. but you can't blame yourself for the incident sweetie,,

not whatsoever.. just.. and please dont take this the wrong way.. unless it had something mixed with it, i've never known anyone to be violent after smoking marijuana. anyone care to enlighten me?

Sad story.....but marijuana would have done nothing to make that happen. In fact...maybe it calmed the killer down enough to use garden shears instead of a chainsaw....

And Jaq is right....you can't blame yourself.

I know I shouldn't... and the whole deal with the marajuana is that it raised a loada issues about whether it should be made a class A drug again, but whatever. I think it was that he was in the army, was shocked mentally or somthing and then the marajuana (which he had given up 8 years ago) just started him off.

Interesting.. and then again sad. :(

hmm.. I wonder if I have any more scary stories up my sleeve. *thinks*... *thinks*.... *and thinks again* Oh oh! I know.. Once upon a time, a girl named Alex was born. And she was the ugliest in the land. She died an old, ugly, and lonely hag. The End. Lovely, is it not? True story.

hush now.. i doubt you'll be lonely..doubt even more that you're ugly... and you're among friends now, too

I will be lonely, I'am lonely. The reason for me being lonely is because of my uglyness. So you see? Both must be true. :-/ Even though being among friends does help, thats why I come to Caedes. :)

Heeyyy ... I get it now.

Alex mixed up her postings and must have thought this was the "Liar, Liar!" thread. ;o)

I doubt you're ugly, sweetie. And you're a nice person, anyways. In the end, that's all that counts.

.. I feel loved. lol. Thanks guys. :) It still dosen't change my self opinion though. :-/

Now then Alex, I saw your Christmas Tree photo and the person I saw looked very pretty to me.

A portrait of grace and beauty. :o)

Back to our not-so-regularly scheduled thread ...

Hmm, maybe not a spooky story ... but, it did leave me feeling disoriented and discombobulated upon waking and for some time this morning.

(This probably qualifies for the "Never do this ..." thread.)

Pig out on leftover candy and chocolate mini-bars ... hey, they're like chips to me in that size ... and expect to sleep well. My word ... what a night of dreams. And in the last one ... I was sure I had broken the lenses on my glasses.

When I woke up ... I was still so sure of that occurring ... instead of reaching for them on my night table ... I proceeded to bump around the place for a good half hour. And fretting and trying to figure out how I was going to fit in an appointment with the optometrist.

Plus ... !!YaY!! ... I got my Power Word in for the day. :o)

Hey, you try fitting in 'discombobulated.' It ain't easy, I tell ya.

Well here goes...We were living in a trailer out in the country in Louisiana. I woke in the middle of the nite, and noticed down the hallway (this seemed wayyy far away) a tiny figure running towards me. As he got closer he got larger and seemed to be very frightened. By the look on his face someone or thing was chasing him. I never saw what that was. He just came closer up the hallway, and reached the bedroom door with terrible fear on his face, and than slowly disolved in a white mist. I never felt scared, just amazed. It never happened again. I do believe in ghosts now!

Scary.

"The scariest thing to ever happen to me (which happened yesterday) was when my orthodontist told me I wasn't allowed to have any chocolate now I have my traintracks," claimed Gemma, as she made her way through a bar of Dairy Milk.