Wiccy of the Fraternity wrote:I forgot another thing I have encountered. In South Wales there is a famous ghost of a Headless Motorcyclist, I have seen it
That's just plain weird. Still, if one accepts Headless Horsmen, and Ghostbuses, (don't they have one in London or something?) there isn't such a big leap to Headless Motorcyclists, I guess...
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Wiccy of the Fraternity wrote:I forgot another thing I have encountered. In South Wales there is a famous ghost of a Headless Motorcyclist, I have seen it
Oh yeah, I think there's supposed to be one of those of the states aswell. I recall hearing a story along those lines somewhere. Something about a sheet of plate glass falling of the back of a truck, and the headless biker kept going for about a mile before the body went off the road. Odd stuff...
I think we're property...
That once upon a time, this earth was No-man's Land...but that now it's owned by Something:
That Something (now) owns this earth -- all others warned off. -Charles Fort
The one in South Wales was said to have lost his head on a piece of sheet metal hanging out of the back of some truck, he then went off the road, the ghost is very localised and is said to only appear for about a few hundred yards along a stretch of road. The ghost appears on your way into the Rhondda Valley in South Wales while you are on your way down from the north.
Along the same road is the ghost of a farmer and his daughter that died some time near the end of WWII, they attack those who pick them up in their cars.
Any of you guys been to Civil War battlefields? Am I the only one who can actually feel the death there? Particularly in Antietam. At one point there, I was actually having difficulty walking because of the sensation that I was up to my ankles in thick liquid that I'm guessing wasn't water. One of the first things that I could ever look back on, point, and say, "That was supernatural, and I sure as heck didn't imagine it."
"I'd really love a cup of tea, but it would be, like, blood or death or evil or something."
~Matteo Brazi, Borcan thief, Day 3 of Bleak House
The battlefields of the American Civil War have to be some of the most haunted places in the world. Just the sheer number of people who lost their lives there, and the deep emotions that were present at the time (and still today in some cases) may have left a supernatural mark on our world. There are so many ghost stories for each site that it's, well, scary.
One of these days, I'm going to get it right. Until then, I guess I can just keep being a fool.
Tadelin wrote:The battlefields of the American Civil War have to be some of the most haunted places in the world. Just the sheer number of people who lost their lives there, and the deep emotions that were present at the time (and still today in some cases) may have left a supernatural mark on our world. There are so many ghost stories for each site that it's, well, scary.
For that matter, all of Europe will be haunted cause of all the wars that happened during the medieval ages and modern times.
Alot of major battle grounds from various wars are said to be heavily haunted, among the most notorious are those from World War I.
Another local ghost for me and the haunting grounds for this one is visible from my home. A teacher's wife committed suicide by shooting herself some years back (forget when exactly, but it was either the 1970's of early 80's) when she discovered her husband was having an affair. Her spirit is meant to haunt the main road and the field she killed herself on, but I have never encountered anyone who has seen her spirit. A pub and some houses they build on the field now dominate much of what should be her said haunting grounds.
The trouble I've always had with my precognitive dreams (and granted, this is more comical than horror-related, but it's sort of on-topic) is that they're rather silly. One of the first ones I can remember was a dream about a conversation I was having with some friends outside a dining hall about how mashed potatoes tasted in orange soda. Completely silly, mind you, but not out of the ordinary - for a dream. Dreams are, after all, frequently weird like that.
Of course, two weeks later, in a prank, someone salted someone else's ice cream (at the time, I should point out, I was 15, I think, as were my friends), and that person promptly retaliated by dumping several spoonfuls of mashed potatoes into their glass of orange soda. On the way out of the cafeteria, we repeated the exact same conversation that had occured in my dream. That was an obscure enough and unexpected enough topic to overcome even my innate skepticism; of course, my occasional dreams that then come true generally are equally obscure and not particularly useful. Because they're so weird, they're great for overcoming skepticism...but not really great for anything else.
Still, beats dreaming about your own death, I suppose...
I do have a creepy story as well, but I'm supposed to be writing a term paper just now... my guilty conscience overrides my will to type more. Perhaps later.
"You see, what you thought was a gibbering abomination from the pits of Hell was actually just a fruitbat. We get them all the time in Salt Lake."
Supposedly, one of the dorms in my home uni is haunted.
The legend goes: As a prank, one of the fraternities just after the university opened (late 1800s) walked a horse up the stairs of Myers Hall and into the cupola and left it there.
When the campus authorities found it the next day, they were at a loss of what to do, as horses can't go down stairs like that (rather steep, they are). For lack of a better alternative, the horse was killed.
To this day, people in Myers Hall can still hear hoofbeats late at night from, what seems to be, the ghost of the horse looking for a way out of the hall.
Personally, I'm not sure what to make of it--I don't live in Myers, and haven't heard it. Somehow, it makes sense, though....
"Those who follow the heart find that it will bleed."
The ghost in Myer's Hall is actually quite famous, it has been featured in tv shows a few times and has been mentioned in many books and magazines on the supernatural.
And Matthias, you have to share that story with us sometime
Matthias Stormcrow wrote:Still, beats dreaming about your own death, I suppose...
Dreaming about your own death? I have died in my dreams more times than I care to remember. And quite often I have risen as one of the undead. I always attribute it to my Ravenloftian/Fantasy interests though.
I remember one recurring dream I had where xombies were more or less tearing my town to shreds and I was trying to escape but I would always die at some point. I did manage to escape the town eventually (after having the dream so many times) unly to die another way (I think I got run over or something).
Also, I once had a very vivid dream where I died whilst getting mugged, I was stabbed in the throat. That one I remember very well, it creeped the hell out of me for a long time.
There's an old saying which states that when you die in your dream, you die in reality. Seeing as how many of us are writing about experiencing death in our dreams, it only strengthens my thought that this world that we seem to think of as the waking world is really the dream. By the same logic, our dreams would be the "real world". As such, when we die in this dream, we stop visiting the real world, and hence we die there.
For those of you who are spectics, you can still apply the logic that the statement has proven itself false, which may be the case. But I can't think in a straight line for all the logic I seem to show, so it's a moot point to argue it with me.
On a related note, the only thing that bothers me is when I'm dreaming and I fall in my dream. It always wakes me up. I have a mild fear of heights, not from the distance, but from the thought of "What would happen if I fell?" I can't think of anything more troublesome than being startled awake by the sensation of falling while you're trying to sleep.
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One of these days, I'm going to get it right. Until then, I guess I can just keep being a fool.
Speaking of dreams, which is really just as interesting as the supernatural:
I often have a feeling of falling upwards just before I fall asleep, which means I get jerked up, and usually needs at least 10 minutes to calm down again and go to sleep.
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It is scientifically attributed to the relaxing of the nerves that occurs just before one falls asleep. I have the same feeling. Sometimes I fall downwards though.
