Local legends, tall tales and spooky stories -

[Big Nasty]

I grew up in a creepy little backwoods place and my family and kin are fifty shades of hick. My mother is easily the most superstitious of our family, like, for example, she has taped copper wire to the floor around her bed, because that is supposed to make you sleep better.

So, I've heard a lot of strange tales about my place of origin:

40-50 years ago, there was this incident where a brilliant light descended from the night sky, made twists and turns and settled in a meadow. This was observed by persons in three different locations independent of each other. No evidence of any sorts was found in the meadow when inspected the next day.

There is a house on a farm where a room is supposedly haunted. A woman who slept there one night woke up with skratches and claw marks on her body.

There are rumours about abandoned graveyards in the woods.

The coolest story of them all: There is this road that goes through a small, but very dense wood on a hill. It is said that if you walk along this road at certain nights, you will be chased by a GHOST SHEEP! This huge ram is said to come out of the woods and chase you until you're out of the woods.

So, got any stories of your own?...

 

[CatParty]

a strip club in the area i grew up in was haunted

http://www.janedoherty.com/mediaroom_wb11.html

but i could post all of weird nj hahaha

 

[LikeicareKF]

40-50 years ago, there was this incident where a brilliant light descended from the night sky, made twists and turns and settled in a meadow.

how many people got anal probed?

walking past Bayswater train station at night time is enough of a spooky story for me

 

[SpessCaptain]

Stay the fuck on topic you faggots.

At my local amusement park in the late 70s there was a fire on the Ghost Train ride which killed seven or more children. The interesting thing was that a man in a horned masked suit approached one of the families and posed with one of their child just an hours before their death - so there is a legend that this man appears when a disaster is about to strike.

Some believe this man was dressing up as Moloch for a Canaanite ritual which involves the sacrifice of children and fire.

 

[tomgirl4life]

I used to spend my summers as a camp counselor for a local mission group, and my last week there I swear to God the cabin I was in was haunted. There were 4 bunk beds, two on either side of the cabin, and I slept in the bottom bunk on the left side, in the back. I specify bottom bunk because it will be relevant later. Two reasons why I'm positive it was haunted:

• You could hear something moving behind the cabin in the middle of the night when there was nothing there. These were half-cabins, so the walls only went halfway up and then the rest of it was just a screen that you could see through. It wasn't the sound of leaves settling, either. It literally sounded like footsteps pacing back and forth behind the cabin that would just stop.
• Twice I woke up because I could hear the kids talking, getting out of their beds and walking around. When I opened my eyes the noises stopped and the campers were in the beds still asleep.

The last night of camp was always when the counselors would get together after hours in the middle pavillion, from which we could keep an eye on our cabins but be away from the kids. During this time the discussion of my cabin came up and me and the last guy who had it were commiserating and our stories matched. One guy, Jimmy, didn't believe us and thought we were making it up so we dared him to spend 10 minutes in there, in my bunk alone. He lasted 5 minutes before he came running back out. He mentioned the footsteps behind the cabin, and something else that neither me nor the other guy had experienced but had not talked about yet:

• While laying in my bunk, you would get the feeling that there was a presence standing next to the bed, peeking at you over the mattress like you were on the top bunk. Except this was the bottom bunk, only a couple feet off the floor. This wasn't a calming feeling or a peaceful feeling, but rather a terrifying feeling that you made you afraid to open your eyes for fear that there actually would be someone standing there. As I'm trying to describe the feeling it's giving me chills to remember it

The fact that we hadn't mentioned that part, yet he was able to describe it perfectly made me too scared to spend the rest of the night in the cabin, and I ended up moving my kids into another cabin for the rest of the night.

 

[AN/ALR56]

Shit,this story gives goosebumps just by thinking about it.
Earlier 2014 or late 2013,cant really remember,so,my dad bought a brand new galaxy phone,and because he doesnt know shit,it has that horrible water splash sound effect when you use it or unlock the phone.
My room is next to the living room/dining room,where the infamous phone was charging.
i like to sleep with my door open,so,late in the night(around 3:30pm)that phone began to make thoose noises,my logical part thought it was my drunk father playing with his new toy,but when i got to the door,i frooze,literally the phone was floating in the air,the charging cable stretched,the blue glow of the default samsung lockscreen was illuminating what appeared to be a shadow on the hallway behind the corridor.
then i began to feel something behind my back,and it whispered ''come here''.
Ok,i thought,staying here is certain death,so i run like a retard to my parents bedroom,jumping over the sofa and everything.
despite me being the most atheist dude on the house and my mother a fierce catholic and my dad a profound spiritist,no one believed me :/
After this shit,i now believe that weird shit happens.

 

[Bugaboo]

Apparently mothman showed up in an area near me. Also there was a hermit in Niagara Falls and he dissapeared one day, maybe he was eaten by mothman

 

[TheImportantFart]

I went to a preparatory school that had very large grounds and on the grounds was a small wood that you had to walk through to get to some of the sports fields. There was nothing particularly spooky about these woods but at the start of year 7 (when I was about 11) the deputy headmaster was giving his beginning of the year speech which I was only half listening to until he made the cryptic statement:

"The woods in the grounds are off-limits outside of sports practice. If you wander round those woods at night you'll know why"

He didn't elaborate on this statement and in truth there was nothing to it, he was just saying it to scare people off going down there at night (as if they needed a reason not to) but my fertile young mind began wondering what else he could mean by this.

Now, this might seem like a tangent but as you'll see it's related so bear with me. I've never been much of a sportsman and unfortunately for me my school was very big on its Rugby. The only respite I got was that they offered some other sports as extra-curricular activities one of which was Fencing which I quite enjoyed.

Unsurprisingly, Fencing was pretty poorly attended as most people were more interested in Rugby and it took place after school on Tuesdays so I often found myself walking over to the sports hall for Fencing practice alone.

The route over to the sports hall took me from the boot room at the back of the school (where I'd put on my trainers) and through an alleyway where they kept the bins. As you would imagine, particularly in the winter months when it got dark early, this wasn't exactly a pleasant route to walk alone and I was always afraid I'd run into something nasty there.

One especially dark night I'd pulled on my trainers and was walking towards the alleyway when I began thinking about the deputy head's comments on the woods and wondering what might be lurking down there.

I surmised that maybe there was a wolf of some kind living down there when I turned into the alleyway and came face-to-face with a large, black, terrifying shape on all fours stalking towards me. It had glowing red eyes and drool running in rivulets from its gaping jaws as it lurched closer, loud pants and snuffles escaping its maw.

Instantly, my heart began pounding and my first instinct was to turn and run - I was right, I thought, there was a horrible creature in the grounds and it had found me. I tensed myself to make a break for it... before realising it was the headmaster's dog - the sweetest black labrador there ever was. In the dark it had been difficult to tell though.

Although I didn't run into a real monster I do still think it's a pretty strange coincidence that the dog (which was never usually allowed to roam the grounds at night) happened to make an appearance the moment I was considering the possibility of wolves living in the grounds.

 

[_blank_]

Apparently mothman showed up in an area near me. Also there was a hermit in Niagara Falls and he dissapeared one day, maybe he was eaten by mothman

I actually research about Mothman sightings so now I'm interested in hearing more about this sighting.

As to the topic on hand, plenty of stories around here. Building I live in is actually supposed to be haunted. Sometimes I do hear footsteps above me in the middle of the night, and when I'm walking the hallways, you sometimes catch a shadow out of the corner of your eye.

Also got an abandoned military base about 12 miles south of us. At least they says it's abandoned, but they still have patrols out there to ward off trespassers. Might explain the UFOs we see around here. One of my bosses swears she had one follow their car years ago.

 

[TheImportantFart]

A friend of my dad's says that years ago he was looking round a stately home with his mother and there was one point where they were walking up a spiral staircase. About halfway up he felt something touch him on the arm and he wheeled round but his mum was several steps behind him. There was no way it could've been her and there was no-one else around.

Months later he'd all but forgotten the incident. Until, that is, he saw a photograph which is alleged to be one of the clearest images of a ghost in existence. The photograph shows the disemobied shadow of a person on a staircase - the same staircase he'd been walking up when he felt something touch him.

 

[LazarusOwenhart]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Shuck

We've got this, good for scaring tourists who stay in the cottages nearby. I happen to have access to a big ass black dog.

 

[LiveFromNS]

Some from my province:

http://halifaxbloggers.ca/thelocaltraveler/2014/10/13-very-haunted-places-in-nova-scotia/

 

[amandahugenkiss]

One of my favorites is a legend that was very popular way back in the 80s and 90s. It was about a half-man, half-snake creature that called one of our most popular shopping malls his home. The story goes that he was the son of a wealthy Filipino-Chinese tycoon who built the mall to house his poor, inhuman soon. The Snake Man was supposed to have had a weak spot for beautiful human females, and so the story goes that he stalked women in the fitting rooms so he could drag off the pretty ones into his underground lair.

Another good'un is the story of how an amorous spirit took the life of an up-and-coming actress.

Spoiler: About Julie Vega

"For those who may have not heard of Julie Vega, she was one the most promising child actors during the 70s and 80s, having won two FAMAS for Best Child Actress during her career.

Sadly, Vega passed away at the tender age of 16, her death officially listed as cardiac arrest due to bronchopneumonia. While it was suspected that she was suffering from multiple sclerosis or Guillain Barre Syndrome (both are life-threatening conditions that could cause respiratory paralysis), a story goes that Vega’s death could be linked to the last film she made (‘Lovingly Yours: The Movie’ ).

During the filming of the first episode of this four-part movie, Julie played a girl possessed by a demon in a plot similar to ‘The Exorcist.’ According to the story, ‘engkantos’ (environmental spirits) of the place where the movie was filmed (it was in an old house in Mt. Minalmon, San Miguel, Bulacan) either felt disrespected or fell in love with Vega. Hence, they afflicted her with an illness and took her spirit away.

Vega herself was reported to have seen a small bearded child several times inside their makeshift comfort room during their time on the mountain."​

Source: [1]

 

[TheImportantFart]

Whenever I went on a camping trip with school I always seemed to end up in a tent with someone who was deathly afraid of ghost stories so naturally I wheeled this one out more than a few times to get on their nerves.

 

[tomgirl4life]

Another story I heard while hitching a ride to San Antonio with a trucker. Wasn't much of a talker, but did tell me an interesting story.

"On this very night, ten years ago, on this same stretch of road, in the dense fog, just like this, I saw the worse accident I ever seen. There was this sound, like a garbage truck dropped off the Empire State Building. And when they finally pulled the driver's body from the twisted, burning, WRECK, it looked like... THIS!

Spoiler

Yes, sir. That was the worst accident I ever seen."
​

I got off at the next truck stop and she said "Tell 'em Large Marge sent ya." When I went into the diner I found out that Large Marge was the driver from the accident, and I apparently had been given a ride by her ghost.

 

[XYZpdq]

I had a friend from Puerto Rico tell the story of the ghost cow. He wasn't happy that I was unimpressed.

Then on Anthony Bordain's show he was in PR and got told the same story and was similarly not impressed and it also pissed off his PR guide.

So if a Puerto Rican tells you a story about some guy's cow that drowned and now you can hear him call out to his cow, act like five skeletons just spoopied up behind you or they'll get pissy.

 

[Ravenor]

Not so much a spooky tail or story but it's quite frightening.

Purple Aki.
His ED page.
And his wiki page.

 

[Coldgrip]

So if a Puerto Rican tells you a story about some guy's cow that drowned and now you can hear him call out to his cow, act like five skeletons just spoopied up behind you or they'll get pissy.

But skelatins are our friends and only want to smoke weed all day ery day. They're not spoopy, just misunderstood.

 

[Shuu Iwamine]

Around where I live, we have the Goatman's Bridge. Legend has it that a black man was killed by the KKK in the early 1900's, having been lynched over the side of the bridge. When the klansmen glanced over the bridge, they only saw the noose, but the body was gone. They freaked out and went to kill the black man's family near the bridge, itself. People around here claim that the place is haunted, and that sometimes you can hear hoof clops, bleating, or see a man with a bunch of goats walking across the bridge at night. Legend also has it that if you drive across the bridge with no headlights on, you'll be met with the Goatman, himself.

A few years back when I was still in college, a couple buddies and I drove up there at night to see what was up. We walked to the bridge with flashlights, and one friend refused to turn his off -- he's incredibly superstitious, and threatened to shove us off the bridge if we dared turn ours off. We walked across the bridge, joking around and whatnot. It was eerie at night, but what abandoned bridge isn't? At one point, we heard a splash in the river below us, and we kind of froze. Then we just went back to laughing and carrying on, since we figured it was a fish or something.

Just as we were about to depart, we heard some scuffling in the leaves on the other side of the bridge, as if someone were walking around. It didn't sound like a coyote or anything, since it resembled two feet shuffling around. It sounded as though it were heading towards us on the bridge, but we didn't see anything despite our flashlights. No wind, no shifting leaves on the ground, no nothing. We fucking ran like hell.

In retrospect, it could've just been our imaginations and power of suggestion, but it scared the hell out of us.

10/10 would go back again.

Here's the Wiki article on it.

 

[GV 002]

In the little seaside town I used to live in for 7 years, there's this guy called Gordon the Tramp.

Except he's not a tramp, he just looks like one.

He's a local legend, even has his own Wikipedia article...he's famous for always knowing what the time is, to the exact minute (and no, he doesn't have a watch).

My theory is that he's actually a wizard.