[Arthur Twosheds]

Okay, I'll try and set the ball rolling.

Lucinda's Ghost
Sent in by Craig

In 1981, a friend was house sitting for a doctor and his wife who were vacationing in Europe. Their two young girls did not go with them and stayed at home with my friend. We were both performing in a dinner theatre show, so she had to leave them alone each evening. She gave them strict instructions not to answer the door or let anyone in.

After the show this one night, she called the house to see if the kids were OK, and received no answer. We quickly left for the house since they should have answered. I was very uneasy about this the whole time with my vivid imagination conjuring up images of blood and gore.

We arrived at the house and she asked me to come in with her (which I was not too keen on). The house was the main part of a former Southern plantation that had been divided up into a small subdivision. In fact, the main entrance to the house was in the rear. As you step through the double doors, you see a large double wide staircase going up to the second floor. This staircase is about 8-10 feet wide and 15-20 feet high. I accompanied my friend to the top of the staircase and then said I would wait there as she continued on to the girls' bedroom.

As I stood there with my back to the stairs, I felt a hand touch my shoulder! The touch was very light and withdrew almost as quickly as I felt it. I turned around and saw nothing. There was no one on the stairs behind me, and no one could have moved away that quickly. About this time, my friend returned, obviously relieved because the girls had simply gone to bed and did not hear the phone. She did notice, however, that I looked very strange and asked if I was OK. I said, "yeah, now let's leave."

Afterwards I told her what had happened and she passed it along to the owners. Their reply was, "Oh, that was Lucinda." The history of Lucinda is that she was engaged to the owner of the plantation in the mid 1800's. He broke off the engagement and married someone else. Supposedly, Lucinda broke into the house and hung herself in one of the large rooms which is now the piano room. Since then she has haunted the house and appears to be little more than playful.

The owners told how they have woken up at night with the bed covers not only off the bed, but folded and stacked neatly in a corner!. Lucinda also enjoys rearranging the location of items in the kitchen. She apparently has her preference of where things should be, and continually moves them around. Also, the four large French doors in the piano room will not stay shut. They can be closed and latched, but if you leave the room and return, you will find them all open.

Their comments on my incident was that Lucinda was aware of a stranger in *her* house and physically touched me to determine my intentions. Anyway, I never went back there. Too spooky.



Any thoughts, anyone?

[Arthur Twosheds]

Is this any better?

Haunted Flat
Sent in by Greeney Susan

I have had many "ghostly" experiences through the years and I can honestly say that none of them were malevolent. The scariest thing about them was knowing someone else was there that you couldn't see.

Years ago my husband and I moved into an upper flat on Lucille Avenue in Elgin, Illinois. From the moment we moved in we felt like we were being watched by someone sitting in the gold chair in the livingroom (it came with the apartment). I would move the chair around the room and we still felt someone watching us from that chair!!! It was nerve wracking to say the least. I was pregnant at the time and was home during the day when my husband was working. One day I heard what sounded like an elderly woman's voice calling my name from the back bedroom in the apartment...I turned the TV up louder so I couldn't hear it. On another occasion I was talking to a friend on the phone when we heard a click, I told her someone was on her other phone listening to us...she said "I do not have another phone"...I put the phone down and walked down the hall (we had 3 phones) and checked the extra bedroom phone, it was on the hook...then I checked the phone in the master bedroom..the phone handset was laying on the bed!!!! I told my husband that the apartment was haunted and he told me I was imagining things. Two nights later he woke me up in the middle of the night and yelled for me to turn on the lights..he said someone was sitting on his side of the bed. I turned the lights on and looked, no one was there but there was an indentation on the bed. We lived on the 2nd floor and the bed was pushed up against the wall so no one could fit in that space to sit down. We started having marriage problems shortly after that, and our wedding picture would not stand upright on the TV, everytime I walked out of the room and came back in, our picture was laying face down on the TV. I checked the frame and hinge that held the stand, and it was fine. The picture would stand up til I left the room then be lying down when I returned.

On another occasion, I had gone to bed waiting for my husband to return home from work, when I heard the front door open and close, footsteps coming up the stairs, the closet opening and someone pulling on a hanger, then walking into the livingroom and plopping down on a bean bag chair (unmistakable sound!) I wondered why he hadn't come in the bedroom and I went to the livingroom to find everything dark...no car in the driveway, no coat in the closet, no one sitting in the beanbag chair..I was there alone!!!! We moved out shortly later. A little footnote: I found out later on, the same time the wedding picture started falling on the TV, my husband had started having an affair with a woman he was working with. I feel somehow that my invisible guests were trying to let me know.

[sman]

What a load of hooey!

[Misanthropic_MeL]

The second one was very spooky!!!

[Misanthropic_MeL]

[Beast]

[Thally]

[Arthur Twosheds]

[Arthur Twosheds]

[sman]

Hilarious - any more of this twaddle?

[Arthur Twosheds]

[Misanthropic_MeL]

[sman]

[Ceejayo]

[Thally]

[Ceejayo]

[Ceejayo]

The perils of possessed toys.

Jolly Toy
Sent in by Susan

One Christmas we bought our one-year old son, Sean, a little push riding toy for toddlers. We selected a Caleco 'Jolly-Go-Round,' which had plastic tires and a steering wheel and a child could either push it or ride on it. It also had a big yellow button that when pressed would activate a very lively but extremely loud tune. The button also activated a miniature toy carousel that whirled around on the front of the vehicle while the music played. Both the music and the carousel were battery-operated. It was a really clever little rider and my son loved it.

The tune it played was one very familiar to me but I never learned the title of it. It was, however, one of those very rousing boisterous tunes, along the same vein of; 'Hail, Hail the Gang's all here,' or 'Ta-rah-rah-BOOM-de-ay.' At least it always gives me the impression of pie-eyed party-ers, raising foaming steins in beer halls

Sean roared around all day on the Jolly with that song blasting all over the house. It nearly drove me out of my skull. I would lay in bed at night trying to get that damned tune out of my head. So when the music/carousel part of the toy broke down a year or so later, I was inwardly thankful. However my son managed to talk his father into fixing it. For a while the music and carousel worked but it continually kept breaking and eventually my husband told Sean he couldn't fix it anymore. That didn't stop my son from scooting around on the Jolly and pushing that button til kingdom come, but the song never played for him again. Many months later, I was staying up very late trying to finishing a sewing project. It was about three in the morning and dead quiet in the house. Sean had been chased off to bed many hours earlier but before he left, he abandoned the Jolly just a few feet away from me. Now the only sounds to be heard was the ticking of the clock in another room and the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. At this point my eyelids were drooping and I castigated myself for not going to bed. Without any warning at all, the Jolly-Go-Round music suddenly just came on, completely shattering the dead of night and my nerves to smithereens. My head nearly went through the ceiling. For a few minutes I stared in disbelief, wondering how in the world it kicked on without anyone near it. Shaking my head, I leaned over to shut it off but the button would not depress. It seemed stuck. Repeatedly pushing the button did nothing. Cringing at the deafening music, I watched helplessly as the carousel whizzed in circles, wondering if I would need a hammer to put it out of its misery. But when the song ended, the carousel whirled to a stop and all was quiet in the house again. Well, ........all except for the sound of my knees knocking. Without thinking twice I immediately switched off the lights and went to bed. The next day I found the whole thing rather funny and figured that there was 'without a doubt' a explanation for the toy's wires to reactivate somehow. (I do still think this.) In any case, I didn't want the Jolly going off at just any odd time of the day so I got a screwdriver and detached the door to the battery chamber to pop out the batteries. To my surprise it was empty. I asked my husband if he removed them and he said he had taken the batteries out some months earlier because they didn't need to wasted on a broken toy. The Jolly has never made another sound that I know of but if it ever did, few would have heard it because the riding toy never spent another night in the house again. I banished it to he backyard where the elements have pretty much destroyed the thing.

[6xXKesXx9]

To much reading... I tried but.. it's gonna put me to sleep

[Ceejayo]

[Ceejayo]

Right, it's nearly the witching hour. Last one of the night.

Monte Baby
Sent in by David

This story was told to me one night when I was about 17 years old. I am now 27 and still remember the story like it was told to me just yesterday. My family had all been together that weekend for our yearly "get together" and all the adults were telling old storys of storys they had heard and so forth. Well the later it got the more we wanted to hear storys of superstition and ghosts. After several storys I asked my mother to tell us if she had ever experienced anything strange or out of the ordinary.

She hesititated at first but then told us about a time when her older brothers had been coming home late one evening at about 11:00 at night .The boys were taking a shortcut through a batch of woods that used to be near the house in Zavala county Tx. Well, the boys were walking along when they heard a baby crying in the distance. When my uncle Jose wanted to look for the crying baby, my younger uncle John told him to keep walikng and ignore the cries. The further they kept walking the louder the cries got and eventually my two uncles came upon a baby wrapped up in a blanket in the middle of the "monte" or woods.

My uncle Joe insisted they help the child and when he opened the blanket to see the baby the thing inside the blanket was not a baby but according to my uncle , was a demon-like thing with red eyes that hissed at him when he opened the blanket. My other uncle screamed and ran off as well as my other uncle they claim that the baby chased them until the reached the end of the woods. When they got home everyone was outside and the boys were screaming that something was chasing them and they were white as ghosts themselves. this was back in 1957 and my uncles are much older and even till this date my uncles swear what happened is true and are very frightened when asked to retell the story.

[6xXKesXx9]

[Ceejayo]

[Thally]

[Misanthropic_MeL]

Good stories!! Now I'm all wide eyed and not sleepy anymore