BIGFOOT, Aliens, and The Supernatural.

FUUUUUUUCK that noise! LMAO!!

only growling i wanna hear is my wife getting mad at me for buying mods or my stomach letting me know that i'm gonna have an epic house disturbing you're gonna wake up the in laws with your bowels and the dog will growl because theres another dog in the house but its really your ass blowing up leaving a stench that wont leave for hours shit.

yea i'll take that any day over hearing something that isn't supposed to be there

 

After moving around a bit with my dad, He ended up buying a fixer upper house in El Sobrante from his brother inlaw (my uncle). It had belonged to his parents and when they died. There was rumor that the parents hid somewhere around $10K in the house somewhere. So relatives destroyed the interior of the house looking in vain for this money... It was a hard sell, So it remained on the market for a year or so before my dad decided to make the investment as he and my uncle (who ended up living with us in hayward) fix up the damages to make a profit... The house came fully furnished, a old horse (named copper) and a 1986 Chevy Monte Carlo (with like 20K miles [it was sitting for 5 years un touched]).

The house was on the edge of a hill in a culde sac so from the front it looked like it was a single story but it was a 2 story house... Down stairs was the laundry room, a bathroom and 2 unused bedrooms aswell as the back door.

Almost every night we'd hear what sounded like someone breaking the windows down stairs, and in some instances we would see shadow figures dart pass the stairway from or to the laundry room... Several times Copper who was very mellow and about 20 years old would go crazy in the middle of the night and when we would look it would look like someone is tormenting the horse every time my dad and uncle went to take a closer look there was no one in sight.

One of the old phones. One of those old big rotary phones just randomly began ringing around 10PM when it was just me, my brothers, my sister and aunt... At first we all just stared at eachother because the phone was not plugged into anything and never made a noise for as long as we lived there. It happened again when I and my siblings were with my mom and my uncle answered it. It was very staticy but it was someone asking for someone else (i don't remember the name)... My uncle just said, wrong number.

Nothing much really happened there aside from seeing shapes of people in the shadows, noises and that phone.

Since were on the topic of the Ouija board, My aunts had one at my grandparents house... After they started getting their hairs pulled or the candles being blown out they threw it away. only for it to re-appear in the same spot they usually kept it in the cabinet. They tried throwing it away 4 times and tried burning it (it just was not flammable). They keep it under a bookshelf in the dining room now.

I'll post if I can remember anymore...

EDIT: I remember one more... I was at a few of my friends' parties. A lot of booze and since there was about 30 or so other friends, some drama... One of my friends CJ is a big black teddy bear. Our best friend was completely wasted and passed out, In order to keep him from being the subject of pranks I put it him in my truck... I was sitting in my truck charging my phone. when CJ asked to talk to me... He asked why our friend Christina wasn't interested in him. I mentioned she was still kind of dating our friend Tyler... He then was talking about his life, how he missed his deceased dad and he wanted me to go with him to his fathers grave. Alright... it's kinda 2AM and i'm a brave mofo... So I'll go.

We get going, And I soon realize. He is wasted... He's driving and the car is all over the road. He really appeared to be sober, He wasn't slurring or staggering around and just seemed regular. I'm a little drunk, But no where near as drunk as this guy apparently is... I keep telling him, that he's too drunk, stop, turn around or even offering me to drive. he ignores me and says he's fine... while were swerving from lane to lane and running red lights without a single flinch. Luckily no other car was on the road... We get to the cemetary. And I realize... it's locked, There is no way in without jumping the 6 foot stone wall.

I refuse to break in, but he's so persistent and arguing with me... As we walk around to see if we can find an opening and talking. I notice it sounds like someone is running along side us on the other side of the wall. So I go quiet and he goes quiet... Finally he gives up on finding an opening and decides to jump the wall. I get a very bad feeling... Like something is really wrong, something really bad is going to happen if I go in there. It is coupled with the sounds of a woman humming, She's humming a song. I'm almost in tears, No I will not go in there and I will not stand anywhere near this place. He jumps over on his own and I walk back to the car and wait an hour for his return... By this time, I've sobered up and I drive us back to the party.

 

The boards are made of cardboard primarily or even some are wood... My aunts was made out of cardboard and was laminated. They put it in the fireplace along with a few logs of wood. It refused to burn and remained to have no signs of the attempt after wiping off the soot and ash.

I'm sure you can buy any kind of board and it will burn, But the fact that these certain boards (the ones used that something possibly evil communicated through) won't burn when we know that it should is the part that makes it unusual.

 

Douse in salt and gasoline, light it one fire, and it will burn then. But I have to agree with the oxy-ace torch. I love those things.

 

I was 12 when my neighbor two doors down got his. "Duane" was a couple of years older than me and lived in the house with his parents and sister melinda, who was 17. They had lived in that house since I was like 5. One day duane invite myself and some other kids on our street to mess with his new oija board. His parents seemed to work 24/7, so his house was the place to hang out all the time. So, we were alone in the house and started fucking with this thing in his living room. If any of you have messed with these things, you know how the routine goes. We ask if there's anyone around that wants to communicate with us, blah blah blah. The little pointer starts moving around and we all say the other is moving it, blah blah blah. We ask if duane is a homo and we all push it to yes, you know, typical teenage boys clowning around. Well, the next day ,duane told us that he and his sister were messing around with it in their kitchen and something happened. They did the usual round of questions, and when they asked if anyone is wanting to communicate, the pointer spelled out the word "sotspum". Well after duane told us this we started messing with him calling him softcum or spitzcum, you know, teenage taunting shit. Well, the next couple of days we tried asking for sotspum to talk to us and nothing happened, and we all eventually grew tired of it, and moved on. After a couple of weeks, we started seeing less and less of duane. We'd go to his house to hang out, and he'd say he didnt want to do anything, and honestly he started to look really weird. I think about two months had passed and we all just stopped trying to go over there. We figured he was a freshman and just didnt want to hang out with us youngsters. Another couple months went by, and we basically never say duane at all. Riding in the car with his family driving by a couple times was the last time I saw him. His family hired movers, packed up and moved about 6months after he got that damned board. Here's where it gets freaky. The house stayed vacant for another 2-3months till a new family moved in. My neighbor Jerry, who was buddies with my dad, told us what happened. Apparently, Jerry's wife was friends with the realtor who was selling the house and told him what happened to the family. I guess when duanes parents went to sell the house and contacted the realtor, she went into the house to get a look at it for the first time and couldnt believe what she saw. The whole family was living out of their garage. By that I mean they had moved all the beds into their garage and were sleeping in there at night. The realtor said all the remaining furniture in the house was filthy and covered in dust. She said it looked like no one had cleaned the bedrooms, bathrooms, and kitchen in like three years. She said the family was using the bathroom next to the kitchen and it looked disgusting. They had basically done no housekeeping or routine maintenance on anything. The realtor said the house smelled like rotting flesh, too. The shower had leaked in the master bath and rotted a wall out or something like that. Before duane got that ouja board, the mom and daughter kept the house pretty damned clean, and i wondered why they would let shit go like that. Anyways, I guess it took a few months to get the house ready to sell, and it sold pretty quick. The new family moved out after 3 weeks. Our neighbor Jerry told us that their friend who had dealt with the sale and new family, said the house was haunted. The dad said he had been pushed from behind when he was washing dishes one night. He also said he was sitting in a recliner or something in the living room and a bookshelf fell on him, by itself. The daughter claimed she would get pinned down by her sheets when sleeping. They basically said something was trying to hurt them. They could hear someone with a deep voice talking and walking around at night. They complained that a horrible smell started coming out of one bedroom in the back. What was weird was that if we were playing outside at night, we would get a strange feeling from the house. I'm sure people here grew up in a neighborhood where there was a house that all the kids thought was haunted. Well, that's how we viewed that house. After they moved out, another family moved in, but my family moved away a couple of months after that. So, I dont know how long the new family stayed. Ever since then, I dont fuck with the oija board. Someone talks about getting one or getting it out, Im gone. Sorry about the length of this.

 

So now we are talking drug induced stories? Interesting!

 

So, now our first post in the truck forum is in a bigfoot, alien, supernatural thread?
Interesting!

Welcome to TW

 

I have been lurking for a while and saw this thread and joined. I have a few that I would like to share.

 

share it up, homie

 

This scared th shit out of me. Anyway, here goes.

About ten years ago my 3 yr old son and I moved into a new house. The inside always seemed darker and colder than it should be. I noticed that the first time I want to look at the house but since it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs.
Soon after we moved in a friend came by. We were talking for a few minutes but she seemed really uncomfortable. Then I saw in her face that something caught her attention and her eyes got real big like she was scared. She said "I have to go." I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn't want to tell me. I kept asking her because she was freaking me out. On her way out she aid "this house is haunted" but wouldn't tell me why. Still to this day 10 years later she won't tell me what she saw.
About a week later, my 3year old son asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was.
One day as I was leaving for work I realized I needed to go back into the house to get my lunch. As I went in a picture flew off the wall and not like it fell off the nail, the damn thing just shot off the wall. I guess whatever was in ther was pissed hat I came back inside.
All that scared me but not like what happened next and what caused us to leave the house. One night I was in bed and heard someone walk into th room. I heard the footsteps come over to my bed. I didn't realize until later that it wa odd because my room is carpeted. When they reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid on my back and kept there. I thought it was my son so I asked "what do you want?" But no one answered. I looked up and no one was there and went to check on my son but he was still asleep.
We moved out soon after.

 

You ever try talking to the ghost to maybe tell them to leave you alone, that you just want to live there in peace.

 

In south Anaheim.. me and the wife bought her grandparents house in early 2009. this house was built in the 40's and Her grandparents where the first owners of this home.. of course a top to bottom renovation was in order.. However , since before we even moved in, and started painting the interior.. i always felt as if someone tall at least 6'5" was behind me , and i mean face on my shoulder close.. or as it felt so.. months go by i started to add crown moulding to the house and again.. it was clear this time.. i had two friends come over to help me , of course when we were done we had some brews. .. we start hearing a vibration like in the wall or something, im like crap..plumbing issue!... Nope! after we were looking for about 30 minutes we finally found out that it was a cross, of about 10 others we have there hanging on the wall (for decor)vibrating extremely fast for at least 10 min.,. and this one cross is the only one for some reason i didnt want to hang up because it looked like it was built poorly..my friends got so freaked out they both literally made up excuses that they had to leave.. im like .. ok thanks.. u can see the fear in them both as they made up awkward excuses why they had to leave.. I have many more experiences beyond reasoning .. this was only the first year we lived here.

 

yes .. i was told to call out to them by first name. since in my situtation we kinda knew who it was , we called out to my wifes granparents whom lived here before..it works .. but time to time they let us know they are still there

 

It seems like weird stuff happens to my family. I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but one of my ancestors was convicted of witchcraft.

My sister told me this one a while ago. The only time she saw something odd was on a youth trip she took early in high school. It was one of those all girl trips and then stayed at a beach house in Wilmington. One of the nights she woke up to one of the girls screaming in her sleep. She looked up and saw a girl standing over her friends bed. My sister said she thought it was a girl from another room, but as she looked more closely she could tell it wasn't. She watched th girl walk around the bed. Niki, my sister, said the thing that freaked her out was that the mirror facing the beds was pitch black. But even in darknss there is enough light for some reflection, but not that time. Niki said the girl noticed her watching and turned around and made the nastiest, meanest face at her. She sad her body went cold and she started screaming that there was a ghost. The other girls in the room wake up but not the one who was shouting. Th ghost girl didn't disappear but no one else saw her. She said she started crying and put the covers over her head and managed to fall asleep. In the morning the girls kidded her about it. She hasn't really talked about it too much and doesn't like me to bring it up.

There are other stories involving my family, not just me.

 

Hell no! I had heard of people doing this and it going badly.

 

That's funny that your dad had this happen to him and wouldn't admit defeat.

I think I would rather try cocaine before I play with a Ouijia Board.

 

I will share my only other story. Like I said before, I don't believe in the stuff but I have seen a couple of things I can't explain.

My Grandfather died a long time ago - I think I was no older than three or four at the time of his death. He was an avid hunter and always dressed in coveralls and a flannel shirt. I remember that from looking at pictures, not from memory of seeing him. When my brother and I were little, Dad brought the house that he gew up in from my Grandmother. We used to play in the woods behind the house all the time making forts and such. The woods were pretty open and a great place to play - back then it was safe to do such things, you know.

Anyway, one day I was in the woods and saw what appeared to be someone sitting against a tree with his back to me. He was dressed in coveralls and had a flannel shirt on, and also had what seemed to be a shotgun on his lap. It was odd because there also seemed to be a very faint glow around him. I stopped and didn't go any further because I didn't know who it was - and it being our land, no one should have been there. I turned and ran trying to be as quiet as possible because I was really scared. I went inside and told Dad and we went back but no one was there.

Years later, I saw a picture of him wearing that same type outfit. I want to think if there was such a thing, that would have been him doing what he loved to do. All I know is that it scared me and I can still see it today as if it just happened.

I know, not a scary story that some of you like on here, its just something that happened that I can't explain.

 

Sure it can be explained. You saw a ghost.
Just messing with you

 

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I wouldn't go so far as to say that. It happened in the middle of the day. I love ghost stories, but that doesn't mean I believe them.

There is a book called "Savannah Spectres" that can be picked up used on Amazon for really, really cheap. Definitely a worthy read. Oh, and I am in no way affiliated with the book in any sort - just thought would mention it if anyone is into that sort of thing.

Edit: Just saw your hidden message...too funny