we all know about paranormal activity, few of us have experienced it. i am the kind of guy that needs evidence to believe anything and i had always wondered if i would be lucky enough to see something of the unexplainable. and then i did.

my 2 friends live apart by one house, in this middle house lived a miserable grumpy spiteful old man (jack) full of hate and animosity to kids and teenagers.
one of my friends lived alone with his mum and she was a nurse sometimes working nights and unknowingly providing us (13-15 year olds) with a place to gather and smoke bongs.

the old guy had died the same weekend we were around at richards place for the usual weed, playing video games, listening to loud drum and bass and general tom foolery and we had worked something out with our united brain power that the house was empty and the lofts were joined (you could enter the next door house via climbing into the loft which looked like something out of a stephen king movie).

darren, nash (my best buddy who i roll and spar with) and richard went into a cupboard with a flash camera for light lol climbing over various stored objects like board games, old clothes etc and through the hole in the ceiling leading to the loft which was an open space, dark with beams of light entering showing every particle of dust floating around that was in the beam of light.. it was creepy as fuck basicly. and then into jacks house.

everything was cool and they had found 200 ciggeretts and some whiskey on the top floor until they smelt this god awful smell like rotten eggs or something dead with that came an incredible feeling of unwelcome and real danger, sensing this richard took a few more photos around the area because he is a fan of the unknown and the creepy.

suddenly they realised one of them had to be first, darren (lucky bastard) was first to jump up and pull himself out of the celing hole, then richard and ofcourse my boy nash is the unfortunate one to be last. he nearly makes it out and then feels a pair of hands on his ankles, very strong hands yanking him down in sudden hard jolts. richard and darren see what's going on and grab an arm each of nash and atteempt to pull him out, to no avail. the whole time nash was imagining being dragged down to the cellar and beaten to death or tortured, but then his endorphines must have kicked in or somthing because he just thought fuck this no way is this happening and gave it all he had to get the fuck out of there.

i had only just arrived at this point and i could sense somthing was rotten in denmark with the concerned yells and panicking in the house, i was like wtf is goin on? and then nash comes out of the little cupboard as white as a ghost with red inprints on his ankles of fingers, as if a fucking monkey had grabbed his ankles or somthing. he was shaking and couldn't talk, this was nash it had to be somthing fucking major to shake up this guy. he and the rest told me everything that had happend, they did not smoke any of the cigerettes or drink any of the whiskey btw.

later that night there were 3 of us in the house watching tv downstairs still kinda shook up from the event. and then BANG. a sound from upstairs like someone had dropped a 30kg dumbell on the floor, followed by a HEAVY and intimidating banging down the stairs, like somthing very big and very angry was running down the stairs with intent to cause damage. my 2 friends had already made a move to run out of the front door, i'm the kinda guy that when i get scared i simply freeze i cannot move. a bit embaressing but i shouted "dont leave me lads!" lol, they responded and said "we aint leavin u adz" and half came back and half stayed outside. BANG the door slams open as the footsteps got to the bottom of the stairs and i'm right there near the door on a coach still sitting down facing the direction of the negitive energy. i feel this huge woosh of cold air go straight through my body and nothing.. in my eyes, i didn't tresspass into his house, i had no beef with him as a kid, why's he gonna hurt me? thank christ he didn't.


since that day..i believe.

p.s
by the way, my city derby is the most haunted place in the UK, we have a ghost walk here takes you around the most haunted places.

ohhh shit yeah, the pics came ou of the camera and there was a glowing orb floating around in different places with each pic taken.

no faces tho, just a white abstract but spherical orb.

you guys got any experiences? i know chicago is a very haunted state perhaps there are more and some of you have weird storys that made you question the questionable.

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Damn thats pretty crazy, I would love to see those pics.

cool story ,sounds made up to me but sorry, but if true very cool ...post the pics

damn. crazy story.

hope it's true. let's see the pics.

cool story ,sounds made up to me but sorry, but if true very cool ...post the pics

u serious dude? i cudnt create a story if i tryed, i struggle explaining the truth let alone an elaborate story.. i'm getting my buddy on this forum when i get another pc in my room, come on ventrillo and talk with us about it if you want i've nothing to gain from lieing lol how old are you dude? i'm 24 and past the age of making shit up.

and i'm gonna ask rich for those pics but this was more than 10 years ago, and i dont know anyone with a scanner.

this shit happend dude and a lot more freaky shit than this happens in my city, tis very haunted. lots of tortoured prisoners, burnt witches and murdur in yee old times. causes a lot of spiritual friction in the city and its buildings.

kudos for the story mate......I believe you....but that's just because I BELIEVE.....

What a story, I liked the English vernacular too.

Great story Adam. I totally believe you. I'd have shat my pants bro.

we all know about paranormal activity, few of us have experienced it. i am the kind of guy that needs evidence to believe anything and i had always wondered if i would be lucky enough to see something of the unexplainable. and then i did.

my 2 friends live apart by one house, in this middle house lived a miserable grumpy spiteful old man (jack) full of hate and animosity to kids and teenagers.
one of my friends lived alone with his mum and she was a nurse sometimes working nights and unknowingly providing us (13-15 year olds) with a place to gather and smoke bongs.

the old guy had died the same weekend we were around at richards place for the usual weed, playing video games, listening to loud drum and bass and general tom foolery and we had worked something out with our united brain power that the house was empty and the lofts were joined (you could enter the next door house via climbing into the loft which looked like something out of a stephen king movie).

darren, nash (my best buddy who i roll and spar with) and richard went into a cupboard with a flash camera for light lol climbing over various stored objects like board games, old clothes etc and through the hole in the ceiling leading to the loft which was an open space, dark with beams of light entering showing every particle of dust floating around that was in the beam of light.. it was creepy as fuck basicly. and then into jacks house.

everything was cool and they had found 200 ciggeretts and some whiskey on the top floor until they smelt this god awful smell like rotten eggs or something dead with that came an incredible feeling of unwelcome and real danger, sensing this richard took a few more photos around the area because he is a fan of the unknown and the creepy.

suddenly they realised one of them had to be first, darren (lucky bastard) was first to jump up and pull himself out of the celing hole, then richard and ofcourse my boy nash is the unfortunate one to be last. he nearly makes it out and then feels a pair of hands on his ankles, very strong hands yanking him down in sudden hard jolts. richard and darren see what's going on and grab an arm each of nash and atteempt to pull him out, to no avail. the whole time nash was imagining being dragged down to the cellar and beaten to death or tortured, but then his endorphines must have kicked in or somthing because he just thought fuck this no way is this happening and gave it all he had to get the fuck out of there.

i had only just arrived at this point and i could sense somthing was rotten in denmark with the concerned yells and panicking in the house, i was like wtf is goin on? and then nash comes out of the little cupboard as white as a ghost with red inprints on his ankles of fingers, as if a fucking monkey had grabbed his ankles or somthing. he was shaking and couldn't talk, this was nash it had to be somthing fucking major to shake up this guy. he and the rest told me everything that had happend, they did not smoke any of the cigerettes or drink any of the whiskey btw.

later that night there were 3 of us in the house watching tv downstairs still kinda shook up from the event. and then BANG. a sound from upstairs like someone had dropped a 30kg dumbell on the floor, followed by a HEAVY and intimidating banging down the stairs, like somthing very big and very angry was running down the stairs with intent to cause damage. my 2 friends had already made a move to run out of the front door, i'm the kinda guy that when i get scared i simply freeze i cannot move. a bit embaressing but i shouted "dont leave me lads!" lol, they responded and said "we aint leavin u adz" and half came back and half stayed outside. BANG the door slams open as the footsteps got to the bottom of the stairs and i'm right there near the door on a coach still sitting down facing the direction of the negitive energy. i feel this huge woosh of cold air go straight through my body and nothing.. in my eyes, i didn't tresspass into his house, i had no beef with him as a kid, why's he gonna hurt me? thank christ he didn't.


since that day..i believe.

p.s
by the way, my city derby is the most haunted place in the UK, we have a ghost walk here takes you around the most haunted places.

I have the same prob u do when seeing something like that(freeze up) Good story but Im not really into orbs, they bore me.
I had a somewhat experience myself but nothing compared to this.

we all know about paranormal activity, few of us have experienced it. i am the kind of guy that needs evidence to believe anything and i had always wondered if i would be lucky enough to see something of the unexplainable. and then i did.

my 2 friends live apart by one house, in this middle house lived a miserable grumpy spiteful old man (jack) full of hate and animosity to kids and teenagers.
one of my friends lived alone with his mum and she was a nurse sometimes working nights and unknowingly providing us (13-15 year olds) with a place to gather and smoke bongs.

the old guy had died the same weekend we were around at richards place for the usual weed, playing video games, listening to loud drum and bass and general tom foolery and we had worked something out with our united brain power that the house was empty and the lofts were joined (you could enter the next door house via climbing into the loft which looked like something out of a stephen king movie).

darren, nash (my best buddy who i roll and spar with) and richard went into a cupboard with a flash camera for light lol climbing over various stored objects like board games, old clothes etc and through the hole in the ceiling leading to the loft which was an open space, dark with beams of light entering showing every particle of dust floating around that was in the beam of light.. it was creepy as fuck basicly. and then into jacks house.

everything was cool and they had found 200 ciggeretts and some whiskey on the top floor until they smelt this god awful smell like rotten eggs or something dead with that came an incredible feeling of unwelcome and real danger, sensing this richard took a few more photos around the area because he is a fan of the unknown and the creepy.

suddenly they realised one of them had to be first, darren (lucky bastard) was first to jump up and pull himself out of the celing hole, then richard and ofcourse my boy nash is the unfortunate one to be last. he nearly makes it out and then feels a pair of hands on his ankles, very strong hands yanking him down in sudden hard jolts. richard and darren see what's going on and grab an arm each of nash and atteempt to pull him out, to no avail. the whole time nash was imagining being dragged down to the cellar and beaten to death or tortured, but then his endorphines must have kicked in or somthing because he just thought fuck this no way is this happening and gave it all he had to get the fuck out of there.

i had only just arrived at this point and i could sense somthing was rotten in denmark with the concerned yells and panicking in the house, i was like wtf is goin on? and then nash comes out of the little cupboard as white as a ghost with red inprints on his ankles of fingers, as if a fucking monkey had grabbed his ankles or somthing. he was shaking and couldn't talk, this was nash it had to be somthing fucking major to shake up this guy. he and the rest told me everything that had happend, they did not smoke any of the cigerettes or drink any of the whiskey btw.

later that night there were 3 of us in the house watching tv downstairs still kinda shook up from the event. and then BANG. a sound from upstairs like someone had dropped a 30kg dumbell on the floor, followed by a HEAVY and intimidating banging down the stairs, like somthing very big and very angry was running down the stairs with intent to cause damage. my 2 friends had already made a move to run out of the front door, i'm the kinda guy that when i get scared i simply freeze i cannot move. a bit embaressing but i shouted "dont leave me lads!" lol, they responded and said "we aint leavin u adz" and half came back and half stayed outside. BANG the door slams open as the footsteps got to the bottom of the stairs and i'm right there near the door on a coach still sitting down facing the direction of the negitive energy. i feel this huge woosh of cold air go straight through my body and nothing.. in my eyes, i didn't tresspass into his house, i had no beef with him as a kid, why's he gonna hurt me? thank christ he didn't.


since that day..i believe.

p.s
by the way, my city derby is the most haunted place in the UK, we have a ghost walk here takes you around the most haunted places.


Nice you use some shakespeare. For the story: I don't know..
You said you smoked weed and stuff, your friends probably did before they went into the house,this+adrenaline can do strange things in some situations. I'm not a believer but I don't judge people who do. Your story was interesting to read..

Nice you use some shakespeare. For the story: I don't know..
You said you smoked weed and stuff, your friends probably did before they went into the house,this+adrenaline can do strange things in some situations. I'm not a believer but I don't judge people who do. Your story was interesting to read..

i was just like you my freind, just like you. hate to sound cheesey but it's true, the experience solidified my doubt.

remember i personally didn't have weed yet, i got there and saw the hand marks on my bros ankle and then later in the night, still sober we hear the bang, rbanging/running down the stairs and door slam.

this could have been the unknown power of the human mind playing tricks on itself, or harnessing somehow kinetic energy to move and hit objects.. but it's late, i'm alone and getting goose pimples from the memoires. i shall proceed to stfu :sifone:

but my point is mate, don't wish too hard for proof, YOU MIGHT GET IT!

MMMWWUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAaa aaa a a a a . . ..

where da fuck are the picks cunt

where da fuck are the picks cunt

i'll show you, if you deep throat my dads piles.

:pics:

i ain't got them man, or a scanner and i don't even know if my mate still has em but i will fucking txt him tomorrow and enquire

man thats some pretty freaky shit

Adz,
I'd love to see some pics, but not to make me a believer...I already am.

That would've scared the piss outta me, but I've seen and experienced some pretty fucked up shit, and don't usually bother to elaborate; much of it is pretty unbelievable, even for me, and I was there!

Maybe dude just wanted to party...
:popcorn:

damn dude that sounded creepy as fuck. good story. i believe there is def something, i just have no clue what...

Nice you use some shakespeare. For the story: I don't know..
You said you smoked weed and stuff, your friends probably did before they went into the house,this+adrenaline can do strange things in some situations. I'm not a believer but I don't judge people who do. Your story was interesting to read..


Yeah I agree..